Monday, 20 August 2012

Cravings XXIV - XXV (Josh, Paige)


XXIV - Josh

            “Help!  Help me!  Someone, please!”

            The creature was right behind him, he could hear its terrible un-noise, feel its heavy, damp presence.  It would only be a couple of seconds before it reached him and then… then didn’t bear thinking about.

            “Help me, please!”

            Paige was out there somewhere.  And Charlie.  Someone ought to hear him.  Someone ought to be able to open this door from the other side and save him from…

            There was something like the sound before a roll of thunder and Josh knew that the creature was very, very nearly upon him.

            Oh god, I’m going to die, he realised.

XXV - Paige

            Paige pounded along the corridor, her mind afire with horrible thoughts.  What if I’m not quick enough?  What if that thing can get in here?  How can I be so selfish?  Oh, Josh!

            “I’m coming, Josh!  Please hold on, I’m coming!”

            She could see the door ahead of her, watched, with eyes taking in so much detail that time seemed to slow, as the door shook once, twice.  She heard Josh scream a horrible, unnatural, twisted scream and then there was silence, true silence, as she slammed into the door and it flew open to reveal an empty courtyard.

            Momentum threw her forward a few steps into the dark, foggy void, so unlike the corridor she had just left.  Once more it seemed she was in a ruined factory and Josh was nowhere to be seen.

            Oh, god, Josh, what’s happened to you?

            She scanned what little she could see of the courtyard, but there was no sign of Josh, or of the creature that was attacking him.

            Maybe he got away?

            But that made no sense.  He had been right on the other side of the door.  She had seen it shaking as he tried to escape and she had heard his scream.  He could only be…

            Maybe it’s another hallucination, or nightmare or… or something.

            She couldn’t bear any of the alternatives.  They were just too horrible.  And yet, even as she tried to avoid them the thoughts came flooding in regardless and she fell, helpless to the rubble-strewn ground of the courtyard.

            “Oh, Josh,” she said, sobbing, “Oh, Josh, I’m so sorry…”

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