Darkfall Part 34

Don't panic.

"Where?" Rebecca asked.

"Toward the avenue," he said.

Calm. Easy. Panic will finish us.

"The way Keith went?" Rebecca asked.

"No. The other avenue. Third Avenue. It's closer."

"I hope there's people out there," she said.

"Maybe even a patrol car."

And Penny said, "I think we're a whole lot safer around people, out in the open."

"I think so, too, sweetheart," Jack said. "So let's go now. And stay close together."

Penny took hold of Davey's hand.

The attack came suddenly. The thing rushed out from beneath their car. Squealing. Hissing. Eyes beaming silvery light. Dark against the snow. Swift and sinuous. Too d.a.m.ned swift. Lizardlike. Jack saw that much in the storm-diluted glow of the streetlamps, reached for his revolver, remembered that bullets couldn't kill these things, also realized that they were in too close quarters to risk using a gun anyway, and by then the thing was among them, snarling and spitting-all of this in but a single second, one tick tick of time, perhaps even less. Davey shouted. And tried to get out of the thing's way. He couldn't avoid it. The beast pounced on the boy's boot. Davey kicked. It clung to him. Jack lifted- pushed Penny out of the way. Put her against the wall of the apartment building. She crouched there. Gasping. Meanwhile, the lizard had started climbing Davey's legs. The boy flailed at it. Stumbled. Staggered backwards. Shrieking for help. Slipped. Fell. All of this in only one more second, maybe two- of time, perhaps even less. Davey shouted. And tried to get out of the thing's way. He couldn't avoid it. The beast pounced on the boy's boot. Davey kicked. It clung to him. Jack lifted- pushed Penny out of the way. Put her against the wall of the apartment building. She crouched there. Gasping. Meanwhile, the lizard had started climbing Davey's legs. The boy flailed at it. Stumbled. Staggered backwards. Shrieking for help. Slipped. Fell. All of this in only one more second, maybe two-tick, tick-and Jack felt as if he were in a fever dream, with time distorted as it could be only in a dream. He went after the boy, but he seemed to be moving through air as thick as syrup. The lizard was on the front of Davey's chest now, its tail whipping back and forth, its clawed feet digging at the heavy coat, trying to tear the coat to shreds so that it could then rip open the boy's belly, and its mouth was wide, its muzzle almost at the boy's face-no!-and Rebecca got there ahead of Jack. Tick Tick. She tore the disgusting thing off Davey's chest. It wailed. It bit her hand. She cried out in pain. Threw the lizard down. Penny was screaming: "Davey, Davey, Davey!" Tick Tick. Davey had regained his feet. The lizard went after him again. This time, Jack got hold of the thing. In his bare hands. On the way up to the Jamisons' apartment, he'd removed his gloves in order to be able to use his gun more easily. Now, shuddering at the feel of the thing, he ripped it off the boy. Heard the coat shredding in its claws. Held it at arm's length. Tick Tick. The creature felt repulsively cold and oily in Jack's hands, although for some reason he had expected it to be hot, maybe because of the fire inside its skull, the silvery blaze that now flickered at him through the gaping sockets where the demons eyes should have been. The beast squirmed. Tick Tick. It tried to wrench free of him, and it was strong, but he was stronger. Tick Tick. It kicked the air with its wickedly clawed feet. Tick. Tick. Tick, tick, tick Tick. Tick. Tick, tick, tick*

Rebecca said, "Why isn't it trying to bite you?"

"I don't know," he said breathlessly.

"What's different about you?"

"I don't know."

But he remembered the conversation he'd had with Nick Iervolino in the patrol car, earlier today, on the way downtown from Carver Hampton's shop in Harlem. And he wondered*

The lizard-thing had a second mouth, this one in its stomach, complete with sharp little teeth. The aperture gaped at Jack, opened and closed, but this second mouth was no more eager to bite him than was the mouth in the lizard's head.

"Davey, are you all right?" Jack asked.

"Kill it, Daddy," the boy said. He sounded terrified but unharmed. "Please kill it. Please."

"I only wish I could," Jack said.

The small monster twisted, flopped, wriggled, did its best to slither out of Jack's hands. The feel of it revolted him, but he gripped it even tighter than before, harder, dug his fingers into the cold oily flesh.

"Rebecca, what about your hand?"

"Just a nip," she said.

"Penny?"

"I* I'm okay."

"Then the three of you get out of here. Go to the avenue."

"What about you?" Rebecca asked.

"I'll hold onto this thing, give you a head start." The lizard thrashed. "Then I'll throw it as far as I can before I follow you."

"We can't leave you alone," Penny said desperately.

"Only for a minute or two," Jack said. "I'll catch up. I can run faster than the three of you. I'll catch up easy. Now go on. Get out of here before another one of these d.a.m.ned things charges out from somewhere. Go! Go!"

They ran, the kids ahead of Rebecca, kicking up plumes of snow as they went.

The lizard-thing hissed at Jack.

He looked into those eyes of fire.

Inside the lizard's malformed skull, flames writhed, fluttered, flickered, but never wavered, burned bright and intense, all shades of white and silver, but somehow it didn't seem like a hot hot fire; it looked cool, instead. fire; it looked cool, instead.

Jack wondered what would happen if he poked a finger through one of those hollow sockets, into the fire beyond. Would he actually find fire in there? Or was it an illusion? If there really was fire in the skull, would he burn himself? Or would he discover that the flames were as lacking in heat as they appeared to be?

White flames. Sputtering.

Cold flames. Hissing.

The lizard's two mouths chewed at the night air.

Jack wanted to see more deeply into that strange fire.

He held the creature closer to his face.

He stared into the empty sockets.

Whirling flames.

Leaping flames.

He had the feeling there was something beyond the fire, something amazing and important, something awesome that he could almost glimpse between those scintillating, tightly contained pyrotechnics.

He brought the lizard even closer.

Now his face was only inches from its muzzle.

He could feel the light of its eyes was.h.i.+ng over him.

It was a bitterly cold light.

Incandescent.

Fascinating.

He peered intently into the skull fire.

The flames almost parted, almost permitted him to see what lay beyond them.

He squinted, trying harder to see.

He wanted to understand the great mystery.

The mystery beyond the fiery veil.

Wanted, needed, had had to understand it. to understand it.

White flames.

Flames of snow, of ice.

Flames that held a shattering secret.

Flames that beckoned*

Beckoned*

He almost didn't hear the car door opening behind him. The "eyes" of the lizard-thing had seized him and half mesmerized him. His awareness of the snowswept street around him had grown fuzzy. In a few more seconds, he would have been lost. But they misjudged; they opened the car door one moment too soon, and he heard it. He turned, threw the lizard-thing as far as he could into the stormy darkness.

He didn't wait to see where it fell, didn't look to see what was coming out of the unmarked sedan.

He just ran.

Ahead of him, Rebecca and the kids had reached the avenue. They turned left at the corner, moving out of sight.

Jack pounded through the snow, which was almost over the tops of his boots in some places, and his heart triphammered, and his breath spurted from him in white clouds, and he slipped, almost fell, regained his balance, ran, ran, and it seemed to him that he wasn't running along a real street, that this was only a street in a dream, a nightmare place from which there was no escape.

X.

In the elevator, on the way up to the fourteenth floor, where Anson and Francine Dorset had an apartment, Faye said, "Not a word about voodoo or any of that nonsense. You hear me? They'll think you're crazy."

Keith said, "Well, I don't know about voodoo. But I sure as h.e.l.l saw something strange."

"Don't you dare dare go raving about it to Anson and Francine. He's your business partner, for heaven's sake. You've got to go on working with the man. That's going to be hard to do if he thinks you're some sort of superst.i.tious nut. A broker's got to have an image of stability. A banker's image. Bankers and brokers. People want to see stable, conservative men at a brokerage firm before they trust it with their investments. You can't afford the damage to your reputation. Besides, they were only rats." go raving about it to Anson and Francine. He's your business partner, for heaven's sake. You've got to go on working with the man. That's going to be hard to do if he thinks you're some sort of superst.i.tious nut. A broker's got to have an image of stability. A banker's image. Bankers and brokers. People want to see stable, conservative men at a brokerage firm before they trust it with their investments. You can't afford the damage to your reputation. Besides, they were only rats."

"They weren't rats," he said. "I saw- "

"Nothing but rats."

"I know what I saw."

"Rats," she insisted. "But we're not going to tell Anson and Francine we have rats. What would they think of us? I won't have them knowing we live in a building with rats. Why, Francine already looks down on me, she looks down on everyone; she thinks she's such a blueblood, that family she comes from. I won't give her the slightest advantage. I swear I won't. Not a word about rats. What we'll tell them is that there's a gas leak. They can't see our building from their apartment and they won't be going out on a night like this, so we'll tell them we've been evacuated because of a gas leak."

"Faye-"

"And tomorrow morning," she said determinedly, "I'll start looking for a new place for us."

"But-"

"I won't live in a building with rats. I simply won't do it, and you can't expect me to. You should want out of there yourself, just as fast as it can be arranged."

"But they weren't-"

"We'll sell the apartment. And maybe it's even time we got out of this d.a.m.ned dirty city altogether. I've been half wanting to get out for years. You know that. Maybe it's time we start looking for a place in Connecticut. I know you won't be happy about commuting, but the train isn't so bad, and think of all the advantages. Fresh air. A bigger place for the same money. Our own pool. Wouldn't that that be nice? Maybe Penny and Davey could come and stay with us for the entire summer. They shouldn't spend their entire childhood in the city. It isn't healthy. Yes, definitely, I'll start looking into it tomorrow." be nice? Maybe Penny and Davey could come and stay with us for the entire summer. They shouldn't spend their entire childhood in the city. It isn't healthy. Yes, definitely, I'll start looking into it tomorrow."

"Faye, for one thing, everything'll be shut up tight on account of the blizzard-"

"That won't stop me. You'll see. First thing tomorrow."

The elevator doors opened.

In the fourteenth-floor corridor, Keith said, "Aren't you worried about Penny and Davey? I mean, we left them-"

"They'll be fine," she said, and she even seemed to believe it. "It was only rats. You don't think rats are going to follow them out of the building? They're in no danger from a few rats. What I'm most worried about is that father of theirs, telling them it's voodoo, scaring them like that, stuffing their heads full of such nonsense. What's gotten into that man? Maybe he does have a psychotic killer to track down, but voodoo has nothing to do with it. He doesn't sound rational. Honestly, I just can't understand him; no matter how hard I try, I just can't."

They had reached the door to the Dorset apartment. Keith rang the bell.

Faye said, "Remember, not a word!"

Anson Dorset must have been waiting with his hand on the doork.n.o.b ever since they phoned up from downstairs, for he opened up at once, just as Faye issued that warning to Keith. He said, "Not a word about what?"

"Rats," Keith said. "All of a sudden, it seems as if our building is infested with rats."

Faye cast a murderous look at him.

He didn't care. He wasn't going to spin an elaborate story about a gas leak. They could be caught too easily in a lie like that, and then they'd look like fools. So he told Anson and Francine about a plague of vermin, but he didn't mention voodoo or say anything about the weird creatures that had come out of the guest room vent. He conceded that much to Faye because she was absolutely right on that score: A stockbroker had to maintain a conservative, stable, level-headed image at all times-or risk ruin.

But he wondered how long it would be before he could forget what he had seen.

A long time.

A long, long time.

Maybe never.

XI.

Sliding a little, then stomping through a drift that put snow inside his boots, Jack turned the corner, onto the avenue. He didn't look back because he was afraid he'd discover the goblins-as Penny called them-close at his heels.

Rebecca and the kids were only a hundred feet ahead.

He hurried after them.