The train stopped and the doors slid open. Max stepped out on the
platform and looked around; he glanced back inside the car and gave a
slight nod.
Suki stepped out of the other door, Godhammer
glowing and ready for action. She walked as if she was like a summer
breeze blowing a leaf across an empty garden. She tilted her head to the
side as if trying to hear something.
Frank followed her with a
shotgun in his hands and primed for action; he watched the escalators to
see if any movement was coming. He walked softly as well, trying not to
make any sound at all.
Maggie
awoke to the sound of shuffling underneath her bed. Her first thought
was it was the cat, but then she realized that she never had a cat. Even
though she wanted one, she never could get it because of her
allergies. She lay there, still, trying not to move and turning her
head to hear.
Thump.
Tha-dump.
As
if someone was crawling around underneath her bed, she could feel
someone moving, coming up from the mattress.
Her
heart froze in her chest. Her hand inching away to where a teddy bear
lay next to her. She really didn't want to alert whoever it was that
she was up.
Her
mattress moved.
She
held her breath, frozen in sheer terror. She didn't know what to do.
Then she grasped her teddy bear and held it close.
Then
suddenly the movement stopped. There was nothing, no sound. Maggie,
still afraid, held her teddy bear. "You'll
protect me from the big bad monster," she said to the bear as
she turned to see its face. "I know you can do it before it
comes back."
Cautiously
she peered over the edge of the bed, seeing the darker-than-dark
darkness underneath her bed, and she saw what appeared to be two or
maybe three glowing eyes.
She
sat up on her bed and looked at her teddy bear.
"You
ready?" she whispered to the bear. In her hands the teddy bear's
head seemed to nod. "I know you can do it."
The
movement began again underneath her bed, and that's when she tossed
the bear underneath. "You go get him MAX!"
"The sun is going down," Suki said. "I think we should get moving."
Max
held up his hand in a caution signaling wait. He was lying on the
floor with one ear to the ground looking more like a tracker.
Suki waited but kept looking around. She was getting anxious since the sunlight was being overwhelmed by the approaching night.
Max
closed his eyes and put his hand on the ground, trying to get a feel of
mother earth. He could hear the sound of the Godhammer as Suki
activated the gun.
"Whatever you are doing Max, do it fast," Suki said as she saw movement in the long shadows.
Angst
took the drink that Max offered her; her hands were still shaking so
much that the contents were spilling over the side. She didn't care
about that at the moment, so she continued on with her tale.
"There
were about a dozen or so in the area. I was in the building checking
to see what was making the signal while Laker stayed out front on
sentinel duty."
She
took a sip from the liquid, it felt smooth. No one dared speak up in
this pause, everyone intent on listening to what she had to say.
"The
next thing I heard was Laker saying something about shadows moving
and by the time I reached the front door, they were on him like a
pack of wolves," she said.
"Did
you see them?" Max asked. He had stayed in his crouching position
beside her. His hand on her shoulder.
"No,"
she replied. She dried a tear from the corner of her eye; she wished
Frank was here to help comfort her.
"They were just shadows and
they ripped into him like he was just a piece of meat."
Goner winced. Suki made a small growling sound.
"I
couldn't shout, because it was one of the most horrible things to see
in my life," Angst whispered. "They had a stench about them like burnt ashes."
"That's the first of their incarnations,"
Maggie finally said. She stepped from the corner of the room. A quiet
and sombre tone to her voice. "They're called Acers."
Do you hear me. Do you care. Do you hear me. Do you care?
Max
was going mad. The three days of inactivity were the most agonizing he
had ever known. There was little for him to do but exercise and sleep.
He constantly checked the websites to see if anything was stirring, and
it drew a blank.
"Come on," Max muttered to the screen. "Write something!"
Lanight
stood surveying the starving people around him. All of them were
dying, weak and malnourished, not fine specimens to experiment on.
He noticed a figure walking among the dying. It was a woman; she had
stopped by an elderly woman. He signaled Talon.
"Who's
that woman," Lanight inquired as he motioned his head toward her
direction. "Is she a nurse? She's not Red Cross."
Talon
glanced to where Lanight had motioned with his head. "You mean
the old lady with the child in her lap?"
"No,
the one standing right beside them," Lanight said with a hint of
impatience in his voice.
"I
see no one," Talon replied. He spent another round into the head
of another person too tired to raise an arm in defense.
Lanight
saw that she was young and beautiful. A fine healthy body that
might withstand the treatments he wanted to try out.
Lanight
strolled toward the woman. "Who are you? Where did you come
from?".
Talon
strained to see who Lanight was talking to but couldn't see
anyone else other than the dozen or so villagers lying on the ground.
Before moving on he ejected the clip and slid another into the gun.
He began to follow Lanight.
As
Lanight approached he saw the woman's face as she pulled back the
cowl.
"You
see me?" she asked of him and she smiled. "How quaint."
"I'm
not blind you know," Lanight replied as he stopped within arm's
length of her. She looked to be a healthy specimen to experiment on.
"Explain yourself."
Maggie
looked at him, and smiled. But the smile wasn't warm and inviting.
Max
lay out on the sofa, remote in hand, resting on his chest. His eyes
focused on the screen across the room, images that played out in a
colourful symphony of pixelized signatures deciphered by the brain.
His
finger resting on the up channel button like a sniper waiting for the
signal.
He
was bored and there was nothing else on, but he watched with intent
like a beefeater guard showing no emotions. He really didn't know
what he wanted to do, and he figured he was too lazy at the moment to
do anything about that.
There
was a rap at his door.
Reluctantly,
Max sat up and and looked at the door. He stood up and walked over to
it, peered through the peep hole to see two young women standing
there. High-school or college-aged. Both wearing strange outfits.
"Max
Cube?" the cheerleader asked as he opened the door.
"Yes?"
he said, his curiousity piqued.
"Finally,"
the girl in the school-uniform said. "We've been trying to locate you for
months." "What's
this about?" he asked. He was starting to feel sorry that he
answered the door; these two young girls didn't look like bill
collectors or salespeople.
The
cheerleader opened up a sling bag, and inside were two guns. They
seemed to radiate magic. Max stared at them for several seconds... His eyes widening with horror...