professor pulled away from him.
“I have to get this on camera!” he said desperately. “No-one will ever believe me unless I can record this!”
The camera burst into flames. The professor moaned miserably and hit the floor, hugging the carpet. Melody crouched behind her array of equipment, her fingers still darting across the keyboards, pumping out psionic chaff to fill the room and block the activity. Happy scrambled rapidly across the floor on all fours, to huddle at her feet, behind the equipment. Kim stood where she was. Large and bulky objects went hurtling through her insubstantial form without disturbing her in the least. She walked forward to stand before JC. He stood up abruptly and stepped forward, so that he occupied exactly the same space as she did.
She seemed to disappear within him, his form overlapping and enveloping hers; but her ghostly glow now surrounded JC. And nothing in the room could touch him. Flying objects actually changed direction in mid air, to go around him. He took off his sunglasses again; and his golden eyes glowed fiercely in the gloom. JC wore his ghost girl like spiritual armour, and wherever he turned his glowing gaze, objects fell out of the air, crashed to the floor, and did not move again. The poltergeist activity stopped as suddenly as it had begun.
JC and Kim, melded and merged together on many levels, turned slowly to look at the television screen. It still showed the four missing students running desperately through the living jungle, pursued by Something too horrible to look at that was slowly but steadily drawing nearer. JC and Kim looked at the screen with JC’s glowing eyes, and the image suddenly grew larger, until it was the size of the room. Like looking through a window into that awful other place. JC and Kim strode forward, through the enlarged television screen, out of this world, and into the other.
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The blood-red light was almost too fierce, even for JC’s altered eyes. The falling rain-drops hit him with the impact of bullets. The skin-covered ground heaved sickly under his feet, flushed and sweaty. The meat trees stank of carrion and the exposed guts of things. The air was full of screams and howls, of living things endlessly eating and being eaten. Nothing could touch or affect JC while he wore Kim like armour; but the terrible grinding oppression of the place was a burden on his thoughts, breaking his heart and cutting into his soul.
Dominic ran past, not even seeing JC in his panic. JC grabbed him by an arm, and hauled him to a halt. The student tried to break free, but JC made him stand.
“Dominic; it’s all right,” he said. “I’m the rescue party.”
One by one he grabbed the other students as they came to him, brought them to a stop and made them listen to his calming voice. They were all half-out of their minds, clinging to each other like traumatised children, barely able to grasp where they were or that their nightmare might finally be over. But they all slowly responded to a human face, and the firmness of his voice. Rotten, revolting creatures leapt and surged and postured all around them, menacing them with teeth and claws and other things; but none of the awful things wanted to get too close to the new arrival, with his potent aura. And not one of them could face his glowing, golden gaze.
The huge dark thing came crashing through the last few trees and halted abruptly, towering over the humans. It was a horrid mixture of a dozen different creatures, slapped haphazardly together, as though it had chosen all its favourite bits and pieces, then clapped them together. Its shape made no sense, an affront to all logic and reason. It stank of blood and guts and death. It had too many limbs, and far too many eyes, and it wore the entrails of its previous victims as clothing and trophies. It looked down on its human prey and smiled suddenly, its long face splitting open to reveal row upon row of jagged
“I have to get this on camera!” he said desperately. “No-one will ever believe me unless I can record this!”
The camera burst into flames. The professor moaned miserably and hit the floor, hugging the carpet. Melody crouched behind her array of equipment, her fingers still darting across the keyboards, pumping out psionic chaff to fill the room and block the activity. Happy scrambled rapidly across the floor on all fours, to huddle at her feet, behind the equipment. Kim stood where she was. Large and bulky objects went hurtling through her insubstantial form without disturbing her in the least. She walked forward to stand before JC. He stood up abruptly and stepped forward, so that he occupied exactly the same space as she did.
She seemed to disappear within him, his form overlapping and enveloping hers; but her ghostly glow now surrounded JC. And nothing in the room could touch him. Flying objects actually changed direction in mid air, to go around him. He took off his sunglasses again; and his golden eyes glowed fiercely in the gloom. JC wore his ghost girl like spiritual armour, and wherever he turned his glowing gaze, objects fell out of the air, crashed to the floor, and did not move again. The poltergeist activity stopped as suddenly as it had begun.
JC and Kim, melded and merged together on many levels, turned slowly to look at the television screen. It still showed the four missing students running desperately through the living jungle, pursued by Something too horrible to look at that was slowly but steadily drawing nearer. JC and Kim looked at the screen with JC’s glowing eyes, and the image suddenly grew larger, until it was the size of the room. Like looking through a window into that awful other place. JC and Kim strode forward, through the enlarged television screen, out of this world, and into the other.
| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
The blood-red light was almost too fierce, even for JC’s altered eyes. The falling rain-drops hit him with the impact of bullets. The skin-covered ground heaved sickly under his feet, flushed and sweaty. The meat trees stank of carrion and the exposed guts of things. The air was full of screams and howls, of living things endlessly eating and being eaten. Nothing could touch or affect JC while he wore Kim like armour; but the terrible grinding oppression of the place was a burden on his thoughts, breaking his heart and cutting into his soul.
Dominic ran past, not even seeing JC in his panic. JC grabbed him by an arm, and hauled him to a halt. The student tried to break free, but JC made him stand.
“Dominic; it’s all right,” he said. “I’m the rescue party.”
One by one he grabbed the other students as they came to him, brought them to a stop and made them listen to his calming voice. They were all half-out of their minds, clinging to each other like traumatised children, barely able to grasp where they were or that their nightmare might finally be over. But they all slowly responded to a human face, and the firmness of his voice. Rotten, revolting creatures leapt and surged and postured all around them, menacing them with teeth and claws and other things; but none of the awful things wanted to get too close to the new arrival, with his potent aura. And not one of them could face his glowing, golden gaze.
The huge dark thing came crashing through the last few trees and halted abruptly, towering over the humans. It was a horrid mixture of a dozen different creatures, slapped haphazardly together, as though it had chosen all its favourite bits and pieces, then clapped them together. Its shape made no sense, an affront to all logic and reason. It stank of blood and guts and death. It had too many limbs, and far too many eyes, and it wore the entrails of its previous victims as clothing and trophies. It looked down on its human prey and smiled suddenly, its long face splitting open to reveal row upon row of jagged
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