New Town. Part 25

Part 1, Part 24

Samantha stood at the edge of the wall, waiting. Slowly she reached out and felt along it. Her hand tingled lightly, the wall underneath was almost vibrating with power. If she could bring the wall down, there was a chance she could absorb all that. She shivered slightly and pulled her hand away. She looked around, almost self consciously, then let herself transform. She closed her eyes for a second as she reached out, finding the edge between the shadows, when she could feel it, she focused then ripped it open. She stepped through the hole, feeling her ears pop. Once she had gone through fully she closed it behind herself. The wall had been powerful before, but here the air hummed. She looked up at the wall, it stretched in every direction, as far as she could see. It was a dark, smoky looking barrier, despite its appearance of weakness, it was solid. She didn’t reach out and touch it from this side, she had seen what happened to those who had. It was designed to repel anyone who was going to attempt what she was about to do. Obviously who ever, or what ever, had created it hadn’t planned on someone of her strength coming along.

 

Samantha stood about eight feet tall, her shoulders were broad and elongated into points. Her skin was a mottled grey that shifted and swirled constantly. Her skin was thick and jointed, almost like armour, but she had complete freedom of movement. Her jaw jutted outwards, the lower half of her mouth sticking out and rimmed with teeth, the upper half had long fangs that curved down the side of her face. Her nose was pointed and severe, her eyes were a deep red and looked as though they were entirely too big for her already large face. Thick strands of saliva hung from her teeth, from her own experiments it seemed to be able to paralyse people. Anyone who looked upon her was struck with sudden and immediate fear. So far only a few people had been able to over come it to the extent that they could speak in her presence.

 

Samantha took a deep breath then she reached for her power, she gathered as much as she could and directed it at the wall, she released the breath slowly and as she did she released her power. It flew at the wall in a steady stream, a bright golden beam. She started to breathe normally, pushing with all she had. The wall seemed to shake, almost like a shudder, then the shadows solidified, becoming a pure black. She could feel it, pushing against her. She increased her effort. She wasn’t concerned, she could feel her power, a large ocean inside her, she had barely even begun. Somewhere in the distance she became aware of chanting, she ignored it, not letting it distract her. She had important work to be doing. A bolt of red light hit her in the back, she arched and almost cried out. She smiled, right on time. With her own power and the extra that was being channelled to her, there was no way the wall could stay standing. She felt it shudder again, this time in protest. The darkness became a little less solid, a little less dark.

 

Doug was woken suddenly by a shout, sunlight streamed in the window. He still felt tired, but he must have slept much later than he had planned. He swung his legs over the bed and rubbed his eyes, the house was silent again. It must be about 10 a.m. He glanced at the clock and frowned, the clock said it was 3 a.m. that meant he had only slept a few hours. No, it must have stopped during the night. As he watched, the number increased. He stood and went to the window, a ball of dread growing in his stomach. He stood for a moment before the curtains, then he pulled them open. He had expected to see people in the garden, had expected some great battle. Instead his eyes were drawn to the wall. It glowed with a pure, white brilliance. It took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust and when they did he saw that it wasn’t the entire wall, just shapes. It reminded him of the thin gold swirls that had been on the doors. He frowned again, the rest of the walls were blank, only the doors were marked. The door banged open behind him, Doug jumped and spun around, Todd was standing there, dressed in pyjamas,

“What’s happening?”
“Someone’s trying to bring down the wall.”
“What? Who?”
“I don’t know. We should get you out now. I don’t know what’s going to happen here.”
“Wait, it should be ok, shouldn’t it? I was told there was like a reset?”
“I don’t know if it’ll cover something this large. People attacked the wall before, it would fight back. Any where it was hit it would glow, I’ve never seen the entire thing light up, what ever is attacking is powerful, I don’t know if the wall will be able to withstand that kind of attack for long.”
Outside there was a loud crack of thunder, Doug looked out the window again, rain started to pour from the sky, thick, dark clouds filled it, it looked as though the clouds were boiling. Lighting hit the wall again, the lights dimmed slightly, then they flared back to their original brightness.

Rain hit the window, thick, fat drops. A second later the rain was replaced by hail stones, large and heavy, then it was rain again.
“What the hell?”
“I have no idea. C’mon, we should get out of here before it gets worse.”
The hail returned, this time bigger, the size of golf balls, one struck against the window, the window cracked, but didn’t break.
“Fuck. Those windows are supposed to be able to handle bullets. This is not good.” Another hailstone hit against it, adding another crack. The hail stopped and for a second everything was still, then outside became a blizzard, Doug squinted, trying to see anything, but there was nothing but swirling white. He turned from the window and together he and Todd left the room.

Samantha could feel it fighting back, calling up its own power. It was struggling, but she was starting to fade. It would be a close one, but she would do it. She had to. She could feel something against her, scrabbling, searching for weaknesses.

 

Doug, Todd and Mark stood in the downstairs kitchen, light came through the window in flashes as the weather changed. The lights had gone out a moment before. The others were moving through the house in case someone took the opportunity to attack. Those who were outside had come in a few seconds before the golf ball sized hail started. Looking out the window it looked as though the hail was getting bigger.
“I don’t know how we’re going to get you to the wall, not without someone getting hurt by the hail, or getting stuck in the snow, the roads are probably going to flood soon. We’ll have to think of something or wait it out.”
The wind blew against the house, a screaming torrent, as Doug watched a tree leaned over drunkenly.
“I vote wait it out.”
Todd nodded, “I was able to speak to Max briefly, he’s sending some more people, if they can get through the storm.”

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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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