“Get inside,” he shouted. “It’s coming!”
Mallory didn’t hesitate this time. She joined Tim and dashed through the entryway.
Beyond lay a large, open room, lit only by fragile threads of outside light that stitched together the two opposing rows of boarded-over windows set in the building’s longest walls.
Another object rocketed toward them, this time a bolder the size of a car tire. It hit the church two feet above the double doors, punching through the forward vestibule and out the opposite wall, leaving two enormous holes in the building’s skin. Mallory and Tim ducked into the musty interior under a hailstorm of debris. Wood exploded across the one-room sanctuary, clattering over the rows of old pews and off the floor.
Mallory spun around, searching for her father.
He hurried close behind them. “Come on, kids, keep going.”
A second rock tore across their path. It shot through one of the windows, obliterating the wooden frame and covering boards, pelting them with more hazardous debris. It struck the end of a pew only two rows ahead of Tim, reducing the long bench to shattered kindling, simultaneously causing the one beside it to jump upward like a catapult.
“It’s trying to flush us out,” Tim said over the noise of destruction.
The upended pew crashed to the floor.
“All the way to the back,” her father cried.
They waded through the mess of splintered timbers as if navigating a jungle full of booby traps, but after the last rock, an ominous calm had settled over the scene.
They reached the halfway mark of the main chamber when an enormous, bone-jarring impact rattled the entire building.
Mallory glanced behind her and gaped in silent horror at the sight of Derrick’s Mercedes bulldozing through the ceiling, smashing apart the overhead crossbeams, barreling straight toward them.
The entity watched the Mercedes stab into the church, no longer caring if Mallory died before it had a chance to resurrect Kane and access her energy. She’d evaded its grasp again and again, and now moved too far out of its reach. It would rather leave with Kane to begin again knowing she’d perished in the one place she thought was safe.
The car blasted through the sanctuary’s roof, its rear bumper chased by the bell tower and most of the forward rooftop when those sections of the building caved in behind it.
Though it couldn’t detect even Mallory’s extraordinary life force from within the hallowed walls of the Other’s domain, it couldn’t imagine the girl surviving such an attack. She was only human, after all.
Turning from the ruined church, it reached out and grabbed Frank, savoring his cries of pain when it seized him by the arm.
“Stay alive a little longer, old man,” it said. “Wouldn’t want you to miss this. Kane’s going to be so happy to see you again.”
It hauled him across the parking lot to the music of his anguished screams, dragging him toward the graveyard.
Frank battled to remain conscious while the creature hauled him across the clearing. Dozens of bites had shredded his shirt, leaving hundreds of bleeding tooth marks in his skin. His strength waned with the loss of blood, and his awareness had become muddled by pain and exhaustion. The world around him distorted at the edges, and it took him a moment to recognize the devastated church when they passed it.
The creature halted at the graveyard’s iron boundary, where it dropped him face-down in the dirt. Spasms of pain rippled throughout his body. Groaning, he rolled clumsily to the side in an effort to distance himself from the beast, gaining only a few meager feet before the agony of his wounds immobilized him.
He lay there on his back for a second or two before the clang of metal and the sharp crack of breaking bonds drew his attention to the right. Beside him, the vile heap of animated body parts tore away a large section of the graveyard’s fence and cast it away.
Kane’s coffin lay just several feet away.
“At last!”
The beast took up another ruined section of the fence and used it to hook the end of Kane’s casket, pulling it within reach, free of the graveyard.
“Time to complete it, Frank. Time to put things back the way they were. Beg of us, and maybe we’ll allow you be part of the New World, host to one of our own. How does that sound?”
“Go to hell, you piece of shit.”
The monster’s rotten facade loomed closer. “Better yet, Frank, I’ll bring a part of it to you.”
The beast held its two largest hands over the filthy funerary box, and a sudden surge of energy charged the air. Amber light began to seep out from within the flimsy coffin, sizzling through the seams of its second-rate construction.
The box began to shake.
The thing inside was fighting to get out.
Mallory had trouble orienting herself in the church’s havoc-strewn darkness. To her right stood a thick iron cross that had chopped through the floorboards like a lumberjack’s ax; at her left lay a shingle-covered portion of what used to be the roof. Over her back came the
She shuffled around and sat up. Five feet behind her, the hood of Derrick’s Mercedes had vanished into the floor’s splintered decking, buried up to its nonexistent windshield in debris.
“Mallory,” her father’s voice called. His good hand closed on her shoulder.
Turning, she found her dad and Tim, dust-covered and haggard-looking but alive. She roped her arms around her father and hugged him tight, regarding Tim over his shoulder with a teary gaze. “Thank God you’re both alive.”
Tim opened his mouth to speak, then closed it when the foggy darkness encasing them begin to recede, revealing greater detail of the devastation heaped around them.
They stood and hurried to one of the tall, glassless windows, where her father knocked loose a trio of old planks to reveal a full view of the cemetery.
Mallory gasped.
The creature stood at the churchyard fence, a blazing amber light radiating from something at its feet. Mallory squinted against the glare, trying to make out the nucleus of the blaze, when Tim uttered, “It reached the coffin.”
And the moment he said it, the rectangle of light broke open.
CHAPTER 62
Melissa spotted the amazing lightshow through countless arms of outstretched tree branches, but nothing could’ve prepared her for what she saw once Jimmy guided the truck into the clearing.
“What is
Melissa knew. She had no time to explain, but she knew what it was doing, what the light meant, and what had to be done next, before the creature’s sorcery could be completed.
“Hit it,” she ordered, remembering the beast’s only known weakness.
“What?”
“We have to stop it. Ram the damn thing. Now!”
“No way!”
“Do it,” she shouted. She slid across her seat and tromped her foot down over Jimmy’s, smashing the gas pedal to the floor, propelling the truck forward.
