Shadow Crawlers. Part 43

Part 1, Part 42

Grady sat in the passenger seat of the car, leaning her head against her hand, trying not to look at the clock. Amy was fiddling with radio stations, changing it constantly, Joey was sitting in the back, fast asleep. Grady glanced at the clock, then looked away quickly. She didn’t want to know what time it was, not until it was after ten. She took a deep breath, then released it slowly, she could do this, she wouldn’t freak out, they’d already escaped. It would just be a little longer.

After they left the tunnels they had driven aimlessly for a while, hoping to confuse anyone that was following them, doubling back, taking strange and unnecessary turns, but they appeared to be free from pursuit. After an hour of this, they had found a car parked at the side of the road and they had taken it. Neither felt bad for the owners, after all insurance would take care of things, it wasn’t really all that bad. Amy had looked through the dash quickly and found a spare key hidden at the back. With that done, they drove for a short while, then switched the license plates with another car they spotted, they continued to drive, switching the plates twice more. It would make them that bit harder to find. Finally, as it approached nine, Amy pulled into the parking lot of a fast food place, there they had gotten breakfast and now they were back in the car, waiting. Grady was tired, but she had gotten to have a nap, Amy had been driving since they took the car. They’d have to switch soon. The clock hit ten, both Amy and Grady looked at the phone, willing it to ring. It sat between them on the centre console, it stayed silent.

Half an hour later, Amy looked around then turned to Grady,
“We can’t wait around here any longer, we’re starting to look suspicious, we should keep driving, if they call, we can figure out what to do then, but until that happens, we’re sitting ducks.”
“You’re right, c’mon, lets switch, I’ll drive.”
Amy got out of the driver’s seat with minimal fuss, for which Grady was thankful. She sat into the car, started the engine and started to drive.

Simon woke slowly, his head felt thick and groggy, his tongue felt dry and swollen. He sat up, and shook his head, trying to figure out what had happened. There had been pain, and Alice was there. Probably some kind of trap she had set up, a failsafe. He looked around, he was in a small white cell. The only furniture it contained was the bed he had been lying on. The bed itself was bolted to the floor, there was no pillow and only a thin mattress. Simon stood and tried to lift the mattress to see what was beneath it, but it had been secured to the bed somehow. Gross. He looked underneath the bed frame and spotted a plastic jug that was full of water. He picked it up and smelled it. Slowly he raised it to his mouth and took a small sip, prepared to spit it out. It tasted fine. He took a gulp of the water, then sat down on the bed. It wasn’t like he could do anything else. Alice must have set some kind of trap and he had fallen for it. He took another sip of water, now that he wasn’t as thirsty, he noticed how warm it was. He concentrated for a second, hoping to form some ice, but nothing happened. He frowned, it must be the effects of whatever knocked him out. It would wear off soon no doubt. He waited then he tried again, and again, but the water didn’t change. He supressed the thin layer of panic that was building inside him. He would remain calm, Alice must be doing something to suppress his powers, some kind of trinket or charm he didn’t know about. He checked himself over to make sure there was nothing on him, then he stood and looked around the room, hoping to find markings, but there were none. He sat down again, trying to decide what the hell to do. He was apparently trapped and unable to freeze anything. It was like being a child again.

Rose, Brett and Ed moved closer to the body of Simon, trying to figure out what had happened to him. Alice was still trapped in ice, so they didn’t fear her escaping. The snow had died off and now the last few flakes were hitting the ground, there was no sign of anyone else. Beside her, Brett dropped to the ground, without waiting, Rose took off running, she heard a faint rumbling behind her before she fell.

There was nothing but darkness around her. She created a small ball of fire, cupped in her hands, she was surrounded by earth. Ed. It took him a few seconds to get to her, the wall opening to reveal him.“What the hell was that?”
“I don’t know, something attacked them. Brett had something sticking out of him. It looked like a dart.”
“Shit. This must be Alice’s doing, C’mon we need to get out of here.”
“Wait, we should stay, watch.”
“No, if we do, there’s every chance that we’ll be captured too. If that happens we won’t be able to help anyone.”
“Ok, c’mon, I’ll get us out.”
Together they started to walk, Ed leading the way.

A group of men moved forward carefully, scanning the area, there appeared to be no one left but the woman covered in ice. A voice behind them called out, “get her too.” One of the men stepped forward and, using a knife, chipped away at some of the ice, revealing a patch of her skin. He took a syringe and jabbed it into her, then he pressed the plunger. Alice’s eyes closed almost instantly.
“Is she out?”
“She’s out.”
“Good, then free her from that ice. I don’t want her to be frostbitten. Not until I’m done with them.”
The solider started to chip at the ice. The others went to Brett and Simon and, after making sure they were actually unconscious, they lifted them.

The man overseeing the squad smiled, his boss would be very, very happy with him today.

About Alan James Keogh

I am a 26 year old writer who somehow tricked U.C.D. into giving me not only a degree in English and Classical studies, but an Hons Masters in Creative Writing too. Visit my blog where I post short stories twice a week (Monday and Wednesday) and an installment of a serialised novel on Fridays. I did consider writing this in the third person, as though it was written by someone else, but Alan is not comfortable writing in the third person as it seems kinda creepy and unbalanced so Alan decided it was probably best to write in the first person. He hopes it went well for him.
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