he said. âItâs the only way to drive them wild, and make sure they follow us.â
âWhat grocery store are we headed for?â Cindy asked.
âFredâs Foods. Itâs open twenty-four hours a day. Ann Templeton shops there every Friday evening.â
âYou know her? We were in her castle.â
Bryce nodded. âI heard about that. You were lucky to get out alive.â He glanced through the garage window at the demons. âWeâll both be lucky to survive tonight. Get on that bike and get ready. Iâm going to trip the garage door opener. Save your flare for now. Mine should be enough to grab their attention.â
With that, Bryce struck his flare. In the dark of the closed garage, the burning color struck a knot of fear deep into Cindyâs heart. How similar the light was in color to the light that had blazed in the three demonsâ eyes at Harryâs Hamburgers. Briefly, Cindy prayed that Harry was all right. Vaguely she remembered Adamâs striking him, and the manfalling to the floor. Adam must be a demon to knock out a grown man.
Bryce pushed the garage door opener.
Cindy positioned herself on Adamâs bike, ready to take off.
The garage door creaked upward.
The demons came into view.
They had stopped their dancing.
They were staring at Bryce and Cindy.
âGo!â Bryce cried as he shoved forward on Watchâs bike.
The demons were as quick as Bryce had predicted. Even though Bryce and Cindy were on bikes and had the whole yard between them and the demonsâand supposedly the element of surpriseâthe demons almost grabbed them as they swept by. In fact, one of the demonsâit was Sallyâsâreached out with long nails and managed to scratch Cindyâs left arm. Cindy felt a stinging sensation and then the trickle of blood over her skin. She cried out as she pedaled into the center of the street, pushing the bike harder than she had ever pushed anything in her life. Beside her, Bryce barely kept ahead of Adamâs and Watchâs demons. The flare burned in Bryceâs right hand and the demons howled at the sight of it.
âHead for the center of town!â Bryce called over. âStay ahead of me!â
âIâm trying!â Cindy called back.
âRemember what must be done!â
âI remember,â Cindy replied, but quietly, more to herself. Straining to stay a few feet ahead of the demons, she felt more afraid than she could ever remember. And the worst part was still to come. How could she close the door on Bryce and leave him to the demonsâ mercy?
And what if he had to close the door on her?
Ten minutes later it looked like that might be what had to happen.
For some reason, after only ten minutes, Bryceâs flare began to go out. It must have been defective. Cindy knew most flares were designed to burn for at least a half hour. Of course there was no time to take the thing back to the store and complain. For all she knew, Bryce had bought it at Fredâs Fat Food. The bottom line was that she now had to strike her own flare. As she did so, the demons immediately focused on her. Fortunately, just before the grocery store there were two hundred yards of downhill riding, and she knew sheâd be able to put a small distance between herself and her pursuers. Bryce called over to her. His flare was all but dead.
âThrow me the flare!â he said.
Cindy glanced over her shoulder. The demonsâ eyes burned as they had that afternoon. She had to fight not to stare into them, to be drawn into their evil depths. Inside, she could feel them willing her to slow down. She wasnât completely free of their spell.
âNo!â she called back. âThereâs no way you can catch it! Youâll burn your hand!â
âI donât mind a little burn! Throw me the flare!â
âNo! Theyâll get away! Iâll lead them where I have to!â
Bryce stared over
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