“Help me, Lisa.”
“There’s so much blood. Is she dead?”
“No, she’s breathing, but—”
Becky stirred at the voices of her friends, suddenly realizing she wasn’t dreaming. At first she couldn’t remember anything. Then the night’s fiendish roller coaster of insane events thundered out of a black tunnel in her memory and she jolted awake, sitting up fast enough to make Adam and Lisa jump in surprise.
“What happened?” she cried.
She recalled the inky pool of strange liquid and the freakish forms she’d glimpsed within its depths. Then something exploded. She’d stood to flee from the horrid vision in the pool when she witnessed the strobe of the detonation in the corner of one eye. Part of her thought a lightning bolt struck the ground beside her, whereas a more sinister inner voice suggested someone had shot her pointblank in the head.
Now she looked to the faces of her friends, trying to understand their expressions of mixed terror and disbelief.
Following their gazes, she looked down at herself.
And saw the blood.
Huge splashes of red streaked her arms and legs; a terrible wetness soaked her shirt.
Fear whispered all manner of possible injuries in her mind, but when she looked around she discovered the huge stone obelisk lying in the dirt beside her.
“It’s not mine,” she said. “I’m not hurt. I must’ve got splashed when that thing fell over.”
Adam helped her to her feet. “You’re lucky you didn’t get crushed.”
Becky opened her mouth to reply, but stopped short when a sudden noise overpowered her words.
A wire snapping.
The noise came again, and again, followed by a crash that sounded like it came from behind them.
Inside the ambulance.
Everyone swung around to see the vehicle rocking on its shocks. The paneling of the front doors screeched against the tree trunks with each shift, while a clamorous tantrum of activity raged from inside.
“It can’t be,” Adam said. “It just can’t.”
“It is,” Becky cried.
“No,” Lisa mewed.
And before Becky had a chance to voice her suggestion to flee, the blasphemous patchwork monstrosity tore free from the vehicle. It kicked the back doors out of its way, sending both flying off their hinges with a shriek of rent metal. The thing slid out the opening, using its massive arms to peel back the roof and make way for its head.
Becky stood paralyzed by the sight, her sanity grappling with emotions that surpassed all the rational boundaries she’d developed in the scope of her lifetime.
Beside her, Lisa fainted. On the other side, Adam had vanished.
Becky remained immobilized, certain the walking mound of reconstructed corpses would come after her next.
Instead, it strode toward the church, laying waste to everything in its path.
CHAPTER 60
Frank slid out from his refuge behind the fallen tree and used the trunk to help pull himself upright. The concussive force of the explosion had knocked his equilibrium off kilter for a moment, but the large tree managed to protect him from the dangerous shards of flying debris. By comparison, he’d fared better through the blast of the car bomb than the cell phone explosion.
He flexed the fingers of his damaged left hand, grateful for the pain and the throb of sensation.
But the fight wasn’t over.
He looked to the graveyard, knowing it was only a matter of time before the entity found another body and resumed its attack. If only he could stall it long enough to—
Frank tensed at the sound of a girl’s voice.
“No, Dad! Come back!”
He looked to see Paul Wiess step off the church’s staircase and break into a run, no doubt coming to help, despite the danger.
Frank stood up, waving him back. The man was already halfway across the lot before he got close enough to see.
“Paul, don’t leave your daughter!”
A look of relief softened Paul’s face when he saw Frank was unhurt, and his run slowed to a jog. “Frank! Thank, God, you’re all right. I thought you were dead.”
Frank inhaled, about to reply, but the words stopped in his throat when he saw the trees swaying at the edge of the forest. The ominous crackle of broken branches swelled out of the dark.
“Paul, run!”
The monster burst from the forest ten feet to Paul’s left, leaping into view among a downpour of shredded plants and knocked-over trees. Its feet hit the ground and punched twin craters in the dirt.
Overhead, lighting slashed a jagged wound in the clouds. The blaze revealed the monstrous proportions of the entity’s new form and the ghastly product of its exploits.
Frank gasped. “An
The buried past erupted from Frank’s memory, and he staggered away from the onslaught of unwanted emotions that welled up in his mind. Terror trapped him in a merciless grip.
In the parking lot, Paul Wiess slid to a halt. He gazed at the beast, mouth agape. Frank saw his own fear in the man’s face, magnified beyond all understanding. The gun in Paul’s hand seemed utterly forgotten.
The creature lunged.
Paul shrank away from it, but Frank saw he couldn’t take his gaze off the madness before him. The thing swept him up with ease, clutching his throat in a huge, inhuman hand.
“DAD!”
The girl’s cry struck Frank like a slap in the face. His fear of the past vanished in an instant, replaced by the dread of what would happen if the entity succeeded in using Paul to coerce—
Mallory stepped away from the church.
“No!” Frank shouted.
The other teenager, the boy, held her back, needing to wrap his arms around her waist to keep her from breaking free.
Paul thrashed in the monster’s grasp. He clung to its fetid flesh when it lifted him upward, bringing his face level with its head. His feet kicked in the open air two feet off the ground.
Frank bound over the fallen tree and rushed forward.
The monster’s voice rumbled out of the tomb of its body, each word filled with an alien loathing for all human life.
“Mallory, your father needs you.”
Frank charged onward, closer and closer. He tore off his jacket and shoulder holster, abandoning what remaining weapons he had, knowing they’d do him no good.
Thirty feet away Paul aimed the pistol. Frank knew the weapon would be useless against the monster’s dead flesh, but the creature chose to snatch the man’s firing arm out of the air before he could shoot. Its grip tightened, cinching down on his forearm, and Paul bellowed with pain as the bones snapped in a series of five horrible cracks.
Mallory screamed, begging the creature to stop.
The boy continued to cling to her.
“Come save your father,” the thing called. “You have the power to heal him, Mallory. Just as I healed you.”
