The Tomb (Repairman Jack)

'Let's get out here, okay? I don't want to be caught standing around when that ship goes up. I want to be in the truck and ready to roll.'

'Goes up?' Gia didn't understand.

'Kabloom! I placed a dozen incendiary bombs throughout the ship—set to go in about five minutes. Take Vicks up to the truck and we'll be right there.'

He and Abe started pulling the raft out of the water.

Gia was opening the door to the panel truck when she heard a loud splash and shouting behind her. She glanced up over the hood and froze in horror at the sight of a dark, dripping, glistening form rising out of the bay. It leaped up on the bulkhead, knocking into Jack and sending him sprawling headfirst into the sand—it was as if it hadn't even known Jack was there.

She heard Abe shout 'Good Lord!' as he lifted the raft and shoved it at the creature, but a single swipe of its talons ripped it open. The raft deflated with a whoosh, leaving Abe holding forty pounds of yellow vinyl.

One of those rakoshi Jack had told them about. It had to be—there could be no other explanation.

Vicky screamed and buried her face in Gia's neck. 'That's the monster that took me, Mommy! Don't let it get me!'

The thing moved toward Abe, towering over him. Abe hurled what was left of the raft at it and backed away. Seemingly from nowhere, a pistol appeared in his hand and he began firing, the noise from the pistol sounding more like pops than shots. Abe fired six times at point blank range, backpedaling all the time. He might as well have been firing blanks for all the notice the thing took of the bullets.

Gia gasped as she saw Abe's foot catch on the edge of the bulkhead. He flung out his arms, waving them for balance, looking like an overfed goose trying to fly, and then he fell into the water, disappearing from sight.

The rakosh lost interest in him and turned toward Gia and Vicky. Its eyes focused on them and it rushed forward.

'It's coming for me again, Mommy!'

Behind the rakosh, Gia had an instant's view of Jack rolling over and pushing himself to his knees. He was shaking his head and looking around as if unsure of where he was. Then she pushed Vicky into the cab of the truck and climbed in after her. She crawled over to the driver's seat and started the engine, but the rakosh reached them before she could put it into gear.

Gia's screams joined Vicky's as it drove its talons through the metal of the hood and pulled itself up in front of the windshield. In pure desperation she threw the truck into reverse and floored the accelerator. Amid plumes of flying sand, the truck lurched backward, nearly dislodging the rakosh...

...but not quite.

It regained its balance and smashed one of its hands through the windshield, reaching for Vicky through the cascade of bright fragments. Gia lunged to her right to cover Vicky's body with her own. The truck stalled and lurched to a stop. She waited for the talons to tear into her back, but the pain never came. Instead she heard a sound, a cry that was human and yet unlike any sound she’d ever heard or wanted to hear from a human throat.

She looked up. The rakosh was still on the hood of the truck, but no longer reaching for Vicky. It had withdrawn its hand from the cab and was now trying to dislodge the apparition that clung to its back.

Oh, God—Jack! And it was from his wide-open mouth that that sound originated.

She caught a glimpse of his face above and behind the rakosh's head—so distorted by maniacal fury she barely recognized him. She could see the cords standing out in his neck as he reached around the rakosh and clawed at its eyes. The creature twisted back and forth but couldn’t dislodge him. Finally it reached back and tore him free, blindly slashing at his chest as it hurled him out of its field of vision.

'Jack!' Gia cried, feeling his pain, realizing that in a few heartbeats she would know it herself. She had no hope of stopping this thing.

But maybe she could outrun it. She twisted the door handle and crawled out, pulling Vicky after her. The rakosh saw her and climbed onto the roof of the truck. With Vicky clinging to her Gia began to run, her shoes slipping, dragging, filling with sand. She glanced over her shoulder as she kicked them off and saw the rakosh crouch to leap at her.

And then night turned to day.

The flash preceded the thunder of the explosion. It silhouetted the poised rakosh in white light that blotted out the stars. Then came the blast. The rakosh turned and Gia knew she’d been given a chance. She ran on.

38

The pain was three glowing, red-hot irons laid across his chest.

Jack had rolled onto his side and was pushing himself up to a sitting position on the sand when the first explosion came. He saw the rakosh turn toward the flash from the ship, saw Gia start to run.

The stern of the freighter had dissolved into a ball of orange flame as the fuel tanks exploded, quickly followed by a white-hot flash from the forward section— all the remaining incendiary bombs going off at once. Smoke, fire, and debris hurtled skyward from the cracked and listing hull of what had once been the Ajit- Rupobati. Jack knew nothing could survive that inferno.

The rakoshi were gone, extinct but for one. And that one threatened two of the beings Jack valued most in this world. He’d gone berserk when he’d seen it reaching through the windshield of the truck for Vicky. It must have been following a command given to it earlier tonight to bring in the one who had drunk the elixir. Vicky was that one—the rakoshi elixir that had been in the orange was still in her system and this rakosh was taking its mission very seriously. Despite the death of its Kaka-ji, despite the absence of the Mother, it intended to return Vicky to the freighter.

Splashing noises to his left...down by the bulkhead Jack saw Abe pulling himself out of the water and onto the sand. Abe's face was white as he stared up at the rakosh atop the truck. He was seeing something that had no right to exist and he looked dazed. He’d be no help.