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SEVER
five tales of horror
by Ty Johnston
for the King
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Publication acknowledgements
Day Trip was originally published at www.demonictome.com
August was originally published at www.demonictome.com
Dark Side of Io is finding its first publication here in these pages.
Terror in the Flare Lights was originally published at www.thetinyglobule.com
Devil and Devil Damned was originally published at flashesinthedark.com
Day Trip
"Brakes! Brakes! BRAKES!
Peter woke in time to slam his foot on the pedal, but it wasn't enough to stop the crash.
The outside world exploded as glass burst and metal crunched. There was a terrible "thud" sound and then the inside world exploded. Everything went quiet and black for Peter. For a second he thought he had died.
Then he could see and hear again. Mandy was screaming in the passenger seat. The front end of the car was smashed against the back of a beat-up black '74 Nova that didn't look any worse for the accident. Something thick and syrupy was flowing down the front of Peter's shirt and he guessed it was blood when he spit two teeth into his lap.
"You alright?" he asked through the numbness in his mouth.
Mandy stopped screaming and stared at him with shocked eyes. "Oh God, I thought you were dead."
"What happened?" Peter noticed she had worn her seatbelt. Thank God for small miracles. The only thing that had kept him from flying through the windshield was the steering wheel.
"I woke and you had fallen asleep at the wheel," Mandy said, her voice gaining some control. "I looked up in time to see the car in front of us. I tried to scream to wake you."
Peter nodded through the pain that was beginning to take the place of the numbness. "I heard you."
He looked outside and saw it was fully night now. Last he remembered the sun had just been going down.
"I guess I should get out and ... I don't know, look for a phone to call the cops," Peter said, reaching for the door release.
"We're in the backwoods of Kentucky, Pete. We're not going to find a phone for miles."
Peter thought he heard a little anger in her voice. That was to be expected. It hadn't been her idea to drive out to the middle of nowhere to go hiking for the weekend. It hadn't been her idea to leave the cell phone at home so they could get away from the world for a while.
Peter glanced up to see a figure exit the vehicle in front of them. He couldn't make out much more than the person was tall. The headlights on their car must have burst.
"Don't worry, honey," Peter said, looking at the license plate on the Nova. "This guy's a local. He can tell us where to call --"
Another explosion filled the night and a large snowflake appeared in the windshield.
Mandy began screaming again.
For half a second Peter didn't know what was happening. Then there was another explosion, a hole the size of a silver dollar appeared in the hood of his car, and Peter recognized the sound of a powerful gun.
Without thought he shifted into "R" and floored the accelerator.
Someone kept saying "Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit." Peter was about to tell them to shut up when he realized he was the one saying it.
Another explosion filled the air.
Another snowflake appeared in the windshield as a hornet of lead whizzed by Peter's right ear, taking a sample of blood with it.
Peter spun the wheel until the car was facing away from the crazy shooter at the Nova. He hit the gas pedal again and the car took off.
***
"We’re out of gas," Peter said an hour later.
"And we’re lost," Mandy added from the passenger seat.
Peter just sat there feeling inadequate. It was many a man's worst nightmare to have to face something like this and not be able to deal with it. First he had fallen asleep at the wheel and crashed their car. Then they were shot at. Now they were on some gravel road in the backwoods of Bumfuck, Kentucky, and Peter had no idea where it went. He couldn't even find the road on the detailed state map he’d gotten at the truck stop two days ago.
"I guess we’ll have to walk," he said.
Mandy gave him a seething look. "There's a maniac out there with a gun."
"Yeah, and I'd rather not be here if he shows up."
Mandy continued to glare at him as she opened the passenger door and put one leg out. "You grab the flashlight out of the backseat and I'll get the thermos from the trunk."
"Alright," Peter said, popping the trunk with a button inside the glove box.
Mandy went back to the trunk and searched through one of the two large backpacks stored there. She was tired and scared and that put her on edge. She realized she was being a little bitchy, but didn't know any other way to deal with the situation. She hadn't wanted to go hiking this weekend, especially not out here a thousand miles from anything.
She found the thermos and checked to see that it was still half-full of tea. She grabbed one of the canteens full of water and berated herself for the way she had been acting. They weren't really a thousand miles from anything. This was Kentucky for God's sake, not the middle of a desert. With that thought she closed the trunk and gave a little smile.
Peter was standing next to the front of the car, flashing the light at the damage. He had found an old shirt in the back seat to wipe the dried blood off his face. "What are you smiling about?" he asked as she approached.
"I was just thinking about that time the car broke down in Arizona when we were going to see your parents."
Peter chuckled. "Don't remind me," he said, a grin now growing on his face. "We walked for four hours without seeing another car. At least we weren't getting shot at."
They stood there quietly for a moment, staring at one another and feeling the emotions that had kept them together for eight years.
Finally Mandy said, "Maybe we should start walking, Mister Let's-Go-Hiking-In-Kentucky-For-The-Weekend."
Peter laughed and grabbed her hand as they turned west down the gravel road.
"You know," he said in the pale moonlight, "this would be a rather romantic walk if we hadn't just been shot at."
Mandy giggled. "Don't forget the accident and then running out of gas."
"Oh no," Peter said, himself laughing. "I won't forget that. I just hope we can find our way back to the car."
***
Mandy looked at the glowing face of her watch and saw it was almost midnight. They had been walking for an hour. "I can't believe we haven't come across even a house.”
Peter simply huffed and kept on walking. It was all he knew to do as tired as he was. He was thankful they both were wearing hiking boots.
The good mood of earlier had drained away slowly. Both had expected to find an old gas station or someplace where they could call for help. They hadn't seen so much as a light, just more gravel road and trees and bushes. If not for the moon, they wouldn't have seen that.
A rumbling from behind in the distance caused both to stop and look back.
"You think that was a car?" Peter asked.
"I don't know," Mandy said, running her fingers through her long, sweat-greased hair. "It kind of sounded like an engine ... but I don't --"
"There it is again," Peter said. "It sounds closer."
The rumbling was louder and didn't diminish this time.
"It's a car," Mandy said.
"Yeah, and I think it's coming our way. Why don't we see any headlights?"
The rumbling drew closer. Peter figured the vehicle was only a mile away. He grabbed Mandy's hand and pulled her toward the side of the road.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"It might be the guy who shot at us," Peter said. "Let's hide in the bushes until the car goes by. If it's not him, we can run out and yell."
Mandy thought it over for a second. What Peter said made sense, but she didn't want the driver to pass them by if it looked like someone who could help.
"Why don't you hide here and I'll go up the road a little. That way if it's somebody who can help, you can yell out and I'll jump in the road so they see me."
Peter looked up the road, but still didn't see headlights. "I think it's best if we stay together."
"If it's the shooter, then we'll both stay put."
Peter didn't like it. He didn't want her away from him. Besides feeling protective of her, he also realized he wanted the comfort of having her by his side. There was no time to argue, however. The car was inching closer.
"Do it," he said, "but make sure you stay hidden unless I call out, okay?"
"Okay," she said and turned to walk off.
"I love you," Peter said,
Mandy stopped and looked back at him. "I love you, too. Now don't worry. I'll be okay."
With that she walked on down the road. Peter watched until he lost her in the darkness, then climbed down a short bank into the brush on the south side of the gravel. When he got settled behind a tree, he realized he still had the flashlight and wished he had given it to her.
When the vehicle was almost to him, Peter decided to chance a look to see if he could make out the model. It was too dark to tell, so he ducked back behind the tree.
When the rumbling car got to him, it came to a halt.
Peter's mind raced with fear. He knew there was no way the driver could have seen him. The vehicle didn't have its headlights on. The moon was out, but Peter knew he was well covered by the brush.
He heard the vehicle's transmission change, but the car didn't go anywhere.
Oh shit. He's put it in park.
"Come on outta there," a husky male voice said from the car. "I know yer in there. I can smell ya."
Peter's heart skipped a beat. How in hell could somebody smell him?
"It'll go easier on ya if'n I don't have to climb down there to getcha."
Peter still didn't move. All he could think of now was Mandy. Run, girl. Just run. Don't look back no matter what you hear. Please, oh, please, oh God, make her run. Don't let her come back to this mess.
"Alright," the voice said, "then I'm comin' fer ya."
Peter heard the vehicle's door open and shut.
"Okay, okay," Peter said, stepping away from the tree. "I'm coming up."
That's when he saw the black Nova and the outline of a tall, strong-looking man dressed in coveralls standing next to the vehicle.
"Nope, 'fraid not," the man said and fired three shots.
Peter hadn't seen the revolver. The first shot missed, hitting the tree next to him. The second bullet entered the right side of Peter's chest and exited his back, taking a large chunk of lung with it. The third shot slammed into him just below where the second had.
Peter felt no pain. He thought of Mandy. And then he died as his body fell to the ground.
***
When she had heard the shots, instinct had told Mandy to scream and run for Peter. She had opened her mouth and taken one step when reason took over and she realized she would be no help to her husband whether he was alive or not. She clamped her mouth shut and stood her ground in the bushes less than fifty yards from where Peter lay dead.
"You can come outta them woods, missy," a man's voice yelled from the direction of the car.
Mandy listened and thought she heard footsteps a good distance away. The man was coming for her. The bastard had just shot her husband dead, but that wasn't good enough for him. He wanted her too.
She almost broke down and cried, thinking of Peter. She was so sure he had to be dead or near dead, otherwise he would have yelled out something. She had heard him talking with his killer before the shots had been fired, but she had been too far away to hear what words had been exchanged.
"I'll tell you the same as I told him," the man said. "Don't make me come in after ya."
That was enough to break her resolve. Mandy turned and fled. She didn't know where she was going and could barely see what she was running into, but she wasn't going to step into the road for some maniac to just shoot her down. If he was going to kill her, then she was going to make him work for it.
She'd made it only a dozen yards when she ran into a tree she hadn't seen. The wind was knocked out of her and she fell to her knees.
A good ways behind her, she heard the man running.
Pushing Peter to the back of her mind, Mandy forced herself to stand and run. She again hit a tree and fell. It was too dark and she didn't know the lay of the land.
The man was closer. So close in fact Mandy asked herself how he could run so fast. She pulled herself up again and was about to run when she heard him tear into the woods.
She tried to flee again, but there was an explosion out of the bushes behind her. It wasn't the gun. It was the man. He charged out of the brush and grabbed for her.
Mandy ducked and tried to kick low, going for his shins. She hoped those self defense classes in college would help now.
They didn't. The man seemed to ignore the kick and slapped her with the barrel of the gun.
Mandy dropped but remained conscious. She tried to crawl away but she was hit again, this time from behind.
The world turned black.
***
When Mandy woke she was in the back seat of the Nova.
The car was moving.
She tried looking out a window, but all she saw was darkness and an occasional glimpse of the moon. She also saw the back of the head of the man who had killed her husband. The man's head was outlined from the moon's glow on the car's hood. There was no light inside the vehicle. Even the dash lights were dead.
Mandy tried to sit up but found it painful, especially since her hands and feet were tied.
She decided to just lay there and think. There had to be some way out of this situation.
"You can quit faking it," the man said with his rough voice. "I know you've been awake about thirty seconds now. It's the breathing. It changes."
Mandy remained quiet. She didn't know what to say. She wanted to tell this person to go to hell, but she also didn't want to make him angry. It was possible he might not kill her unless he had reason to. So far she was still alive. He could have shot her back in the woods.
"What wuz you all doin' up in these parts anyway?" the killer asked. "We don't get too many folks with Ohio plates this far in."
At first Mandy didn't want to answer him. Then she figured if she was going to die, it didn't really matter one way or the other. Maybe she could even talk him into telling her about himself, maybe learn a way to get free.
"We were hiking up at the Daniel Boone State Forest," she said.
She saw the head nod. "Yep, figured it was something like that. I guess it just weren't yer night, smashin' into me and all."
"I ... we didn't do it on purpose," Mandy said, her speech flat. "It was an accident."
"Yep."
"Why are you doing this?" Mandy asked, as much anger as fear in her voice.
"You wuz there," the man said. "Oh, I'm not pissed 'bout the car or anything. I wuz just out ridin', lookin' for somethin' to pick up, and BAM, there you two wuz."
He's crazy, Mandy thought. I've run across some back-hills psychopath.
"But don't you worry none," the man said. "You'll get to live a while longer. Yes sir, I've got good plans fer you."
"What ... what are you going to do to me?"
They rode in silence for several minutes. It was almost enough to make Mandy crack and start screaming.
"Jus' don't you worry," the man said.
***
When the Nova finally came to a stop, Mandy could see a small cabin through the back window.
"We're home," the killer said as he pulled her out of the vehicle and toward the cabin.
Mandy almost decided to take her chances and put up a fight, but the man was easily twice her size and her being tied up didn't help.
When they were inside, the man tossed her on an old wooden-framed feather bed.