CHAPTER FOUR - FIST OF RAGE
-This is a first draft-
-This is a first draft-
THE RAIN, AT FIRST, fell like an angel’s wings brushing softly along my arm, but soon turned into a downpour so thick that the beam of the flashlight was being reflected back into my face. The only blessing I dared to count under such circumstances was the fact that the rain masked the stench of the ogre. It was still there, it just wasn’t as bad.
“Ogre?” Officer King said. “What’s an ogre?”
“Not something we want to be messing with, even in the light of day.”
I looked from the beam of my light to hers and struggled between my desire to see the ogre coming, or my desire not to stand out like a shaft of yellow in a field of black and draw the ogre right to me. In the end I went with discretion and switched my light off, dropping it into the pocket of my coat. I drew the other Peacemaker.
“Douse the light,” I whispered.
She didn’t argue and we were both swallowed by the darkness.
“Now what?” She whispered.
“We need to be anywhere but here. Ogres have poor eyesight to begin with, as long as we keep quiet, we should be able to slip past it.”
“I can’t see anything,” she said.
“Here,” I said. I holstered one of the pistols then grabbed up a corner of my coat. I held it out to her, inching it closer and closer until my hand came in contact with her. “That’s my coat, take it.”
“Okay, got it.”
“If we move a dozen or so steps to the right and then move forward a ways we should eventually run into the frame of the house on this lot. It shouldn’t be too hard to find, even if we can’t see it. From there we can regroup, and we’ll be out of the rain”
“Okay,” she said. “Let’s do it.”
We moved together slowly, the sound of the pounding rain masking the noise of our shoes that surely squelched in the mud.
Lightning flashed and in that instant I could see where we were in relation to the house. It was directly ahead. Maybe ten yards. My hope was renewed.
“Almost there,” I said.
Lightning flashed again and that was when I saw it.
It was standing ankle deep in the mud to the left and in front of the house. It was enormous. So big that I could understand why the average fella’s brain might just automatically dismiss it as a figment of their imagination. I mean, it was just too big to believe.
The ogre reminded me a bit of the Incredible Hulk, yet instead of green it was a dull gray and hairless.
It had been facing the house when the lightning had flashed, so it hadn’t seen us at all. Back in the dark we moved forward slowly, making our way carefully toward the shelter of the house.
The lightning flashed again, and once again I saw the thing. Officer King had seen it too based on the way her hand suddenly dug into my shoulder.
The ogre had stepped closer to the house, but hadn’t noticed us yet. It had tiny black pig eyes buried back under a protruding brow and a pair of yellowed tusks jutting up from its lower jaw. It wore the furs and skins of dead animals which didn’t actually cover much, like a barbarian berserker from a role playing game.
I bent and whispered into Officer King’s ear. “It hasn’t seen us yet, but it’s only a matter of time. When it does, we scatter. I’ll go directly at it. You head for the car.”
“I’m not running,” she said.
“I don’t expect you to,” I said. “I want you to fetch that shotgun out from under the dash and come back for me.”
“Why don’t you just shoot the thing?” she asked.
“I could do that, sure,” I said. “But that’s just going to piss the thing off. The shotgun, on the other hand, has a better change of doing some damage if you shoot in the right place, like it’s face.”
Another flash of lightning and the thing was looking right at us.
“Run!” I yelled, pushing her from me. Then I pulled both Peacemakers, thumbing back the hammers as they cleared leather.
To be continued . . .
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