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Kelly Phillips looked over at her husband, illuminated by the ghostly green of the instrument panel and couldn’t help think he looked by a big fat bloated loser. She checked the clock and fumed when she saw that they were already an hour late to her parents ranch house for dinner. Kelly and Jared had waited, ready to leave, for what seemed like forever, before he stumbled in, mumbling something about losing track of time. What had happened to the beautiful young man she had fallen in love with?
They had been the perfect couple in high school and she remembered the big plans they had made together, while laying on their blanket looking up at the stars night after night.
She remember the shock at finding out she was pregnant her senior year and the dull acceptance that came when Rick had, with some persuasion, agreed to marry her. It hadn’t been bad at first. Lots of teens got married in small towns and sometimes it worked out. There were plenty of jobs.
Sheridan always needed new blood for the railroad, coalmine and sawmill. In the beginning Rick, with the help of her father, got a great job riding the rails. They had enjoying looking at different homes, finally deciding on an older mobile home so they could save for a better place when the baby came. It was a good plan and Kelly had high hopes for her new little family.
But Rick had quickly drifted away and when Jared was born, Kelly felt more alone than she ever had. Coming back to the present Kelly looked in the back seat of their old station wagon. Baby Jared was clutching his cookie monster doll and trying hard not to fall asleep. Her heart broke with love for the defenseless little child.
But, despite all of the yelling and begging, Rick spent most of his time at the bar with his friends or in front of the TV with his beer, ignoring Kelly and the baby like they weren’t even there. When she found that the savings account had been raided and used in an affair with a cheap waitress from the Mint bar, she had almost left him. But he had begged for another chance and eventually, for Jared, she had relented. Of course, within weeks, he was right back to where he had been. Kelly knew it was quickly becoming time to face hard facts. She was beginning to think that Jared would be better off with no dad than the one he had now.
When he had finally wandered in this evening Kelly fought to keep her mouth closed. She didn’t want to yell in front of the baby, but looking at his sickly looking profile she knew she couldn’t keep quiet any longer.
“Rick, we gotta talk.”
He looked at her and she saw that his eyes seemed to be glazing over. “I don’t feel so good, Kelly. Oh, crap, I think…I think I better pull over.”
She looked away in disgust. “You’re too drunk to drive. What a surprise,” she began. “I can’t take…”
But Kelly's rant was cut short as the car veered off the quiet country road doing about forty miles per hour. A deep culvert caught the front tires and flipped the vehicle end over end, finally coming to rest on its roof in a wheat field fifty yards from the road. They were only a few miles from their home in Sheridan, and less than a mile from her parents' peaceful ranch house. But at that moment they couldn’t have been more isolated.
Slowly, Kelly came to, upside down, still strapped to the seat. Everything was dark except for the ghostly green light still coming from the dash, mocking her.
The baby’s cries brought her back to full consciousness. She tried to turn her head to assess the damage, but the agony was too great and she cried out.
“Rick!” she moaned, as the effort to talk tore at her insides. “The baby! Help me! I’m hurt! Oh God, the baby! The baby needs me, Rick!”
She felt as if something sharp and hot was jammed into her stomach. “Rick!” she cried, but he wouldn’t answer.
Kelly felt herself drifting away, but once again the baby’s scream again jerked her back to awareness, and lent clarity to her mind. Fighting the pain, she lifted her hand to try the seatbelt release.
Touching her belly she bit back a cry. She must have been torn open somehow. She could feel her insides pressing against her blood-soaked shirt and a moan of despair escaped her lips. Shock threatened to snuff out her consciousness, but the love for her child pumped more adrenalin into her system and beat back the darkness.
“Rick?” she called again, this time in little more than a whisper.
Rick coughed weakly. He was still alive, Kelly realized, and for one brief second, hope surged through her.
“Rick, for God’s sake! The baby!”
A cough racked her husband again, a wet, tearing cough. Then, slowly, like a dungeon door groaning open for the first time in a hundred years, a voice from another world answered her.
“The fracture is real. I am through.”
“I have taken this body for my own. Your husband is gone.”
The hope that had begun inside her withered and died. Rick was gone. Something else, something from very far away, had taken his place. Something horrible from beyond the stars was in the wreck with her now.
“Listen,” the thing that had been her husband commanded. “Listen to the quiet. I can hear myself. In hell you only hear the screams of the damned. Oh the precious quiet.
“Please Rick, the baby!”
“Quiet fool! The era of all mankind draws to a close. Savor the moment. You have been forsaken by your God.”
The thing that had been her husband spat out the word God as if it burned.
“I come to prepare the way for the Master. Humanity must pay for its arrogance.”
Kelly cast about furiously for some kind of rational explanation.
“This is a dream. I’m dreaming,” she moaned with a helpless, wet laugh.
“Tell yourself what you will,” the inhuman voice commanded. “For too long mankind has foolishly assumed that you are the center of creation and the masters of your own destinies. You grub and crawl through paradise, crying to the heavens, ‘look at all we have built.’ What arrogance! You are blind. You have been sheltered but no more. You will wail, and you will beg for mercy, but it is too late. For your kind it is much too late.”
There was a movement, and Rick’s face passed into her field of vision. He was no longer strapped to the seat. He had gotten free somehow and was crawling toward her through the broken glass that had collected in the concavity of the roof. Despite her tears and the blood dripping down her face, she could see that something terrible had happened to him. Her nose was packed with blood, yet even so, the putrid smell of decay and death brought bile up in her throat. Kelly’s mind began to give way. She must already be dead and in hell. Rick’s icy hand brushed her face.
“Oh, God,” she begged quietly.
“Your God is gone now,” the abomination whispered intimately, as it stroked her bloody cheek. “We are all that is left.”
“The baby…?” she asked one last time, as her mind broke free of its moorings and began to slip away.
“I will see to the child...” the voice caressed her wetly. The dead hands that were no longer her husband’s gently began to pull at her clothes.
“I must finish quickly here,” the fiend whispered to himself as he began his work. “I must find the special one for the master … I must find the Davis human…”
Patrick C. Van Slyke. I hope to write horror. I hope people will read it.