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Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty

THEY'D PLANNED TO STOP FOR REST AT HESTER'S Pool, where the young, mad Hester Deale had drowned herself weeks after giving birth to the child Twisse put inside her. But the water there bubbled red. On its agitated surface, bloated bodies of birds and some small mammals bobbed and floated.

"Not exactly the right ambiance for a quick picnic," Cal decided. With his hand on Quinn's shoulder, he leaned over to brush his lips at her temple. "You okay to go another ten minutes before we break?"

"Hey, I'm the three-miles-a-day girl. "

"You're the pregnant girl. One of them. "

"We're good," Layla said, then dug her fingers into Fox's arm. "Fox. "

Something rose out of the churning water. Head, neck, shoulders, the dirty red sludge of the pond, dripping, running. Torso, hips, legs, until it stood on the churning surface as it might a platform of stone.

Hester Deale, bearer of the demon's seed, damned by madness, dead centuries and by her own hand, stared out of wild and ravaged eyes.

"You'll birth them screaming, demons all. You are the damned, and his seed is cold. So cold. My daughters. " Her arms spread. "Come, join me. Spare yourselves. I've waited for you. Take my hand. "

What she held out was brittle with bone, stained with red.

"Let's go. " Fox put his arm firmly around Layla's waist, drew her away. "Crazy doesn't stop with death. "

"Don't leave me here! Don't leave me here alone!"

Quinn glanced back once, with pity. "Was it her, or another of Twisse's masks?"

"It's her. It's Hester. " Layla didn't look back. Couldn't. "I don't think Twisse can take her form-or Ann's. They're still a presence, so it can't mimic them. Do you think when we finish this, she'll be able to rest?"

"I believe it. " Cybil looked back, watched Hester-weeping now-sink back into the pool. "She's part of us. What we're doing is for her, too. "

They didn't stop at all. Whether it was nerves, adrenaline, or the Nutter Butters and Little Debbies Fox passed around, they kept hiking until they'd reached the clearing. The Pagan Stone stood silent. Waiting.

"It didn't try to stop us," Cal pointed out. "Barely messed with us. "

"It didn't want to waste the energy. " Cybil peeled off her pack. "Storing it up. And it thinks it destroyed the one weapon we had. Bastard's feeling cocky. "

"Or like the last time we came here on the eve of a Seven, it's hitting the town. " Cal pulled out his cell phone, punched the key for his father's. His face, his eyes were grim when he flipped it back closed. "Nothing but static. "

"Jim Hawkins will kick demon ass. " Quinn put her arms around Cal. "Like father, like son. "

"Fox and I could try to see," Layla began, but Cal shook his head.

"No, nothing we can do. Not there, not at the farm. And there's something to be said for saving our energies. Let's set up. "

In short order Gage dumped an armload of wood near Cybil as she unpacked provisions. "Seems superfluous. If we wait a few hours, there'll be plenty of fire. "

"This is our fire. An important distinction. " Cybil lifted a thermos. "Want some coffee?"

"For once, no. I'm going to have a beer. " He looked around as he opened one. "Funny, but I'd feel a lot better if it had come after us, like last time. Bloody rain, lashing wind, bone-snapping cold. That bit with your father-"

"Yes, I know. It was like a tip of the hat. Have a nice walk, catch you later. Arrogance is a weakness, one we'll make sure it regrets. "

He took her hand. "Come here a minute. "

"We need to build the fire," she began as he drew her to the edge of the clearing.

" Cal 's the Boy Scout. He'll do it. There's not a lot of time left. " He put his hands on her shoulders, ran them down her arms, up again. "I've got a favor to ask you. "

"It's a good time to ask for one. But you'll have to live to make sure I followed through. "

"I'll know. If it's a girl. . . " He saw the tears swim into her eyes, watched her will them back. "I want Catherine for her middle name-for my mother. I always felt first names should belong to the kid, but the middle one. . . "

"Catherine for your mother. That's a very easy favor. "

"If it's a boy, I don't want you to name him after me. No juniors or any crap like that. Pick something, and put your father's name in the middle. That's it. And, make sure he knows-or she, whichever-not to be a sucker. You don't draw to an inside straight, don't bet what you can't afford to lose and-"

"Should I be writing this down?"

He gave her hair a tug. "You'll remember. Give him these. " Gage pulled a deck of cards out of his pocket. "The last hand I played with this deck? Four aces. So it's lucky. "

"I'll hold them, until after. I have to believe-you have to let me believe-you'll be able to give them to him yourself. "

"Fair enough. " He put his hands on her face, skimmed his fingers up into her hair, curled them there as he brought his lips down to hers. "You're the best thing that ever came my way. " He kissed her hands, then looked into her eyes. "Let's get this done. "

Step by step, Cybil told herself. The fire, the stone, the candles, the words. The circle of salt. Fox had turned on a little boom box so there was music. That, too, was a step in Cybil's opinion. We whistle while we work, you bastard.

"Tell me what you need from me. " Quinn spoke quietly as she helped Cybil arrange more candles on the table of the stone.

"Believe we'll end it-that he'll end it. And live. "

"Then I will. I do. Look at me, Cybil. No one, not even Cal knows me like you. I believe. "

"So do I. " Layla stepped up, laid her hand over Cybil's. "I believe it. "

"There, you see. " Quinn closed her hand over the two of theirs. "Three pregnant women can't be. . . Whoa, what was that?"

"It. . . moved. " Layla glanced up at both of them. "Didn't it?"

"Shh. Wait. " Spreading her fingers over the stone under Layla's and Quinn's, Cybil fought to feel. "It's heating, and it's vibrating. Like it's breathing. "

"The first time Cal and I touched it together, it warmed," Quinn said. "And then we were slapped back a few hundred years. If we could focus, maybe there's something we're supposed to see. "

Without warning, the wind lashed out, hard, slapping hands, and knocked all three of them to the ground.

"Show time," Fox called out as black, pulsing clouds rolled across the sky toward the setting sun.

IN TOWN JIM HAWKINS HELPED CHIEF HAWBAKER drag a screaming man into the Bowl-a-Rama. Jim's face was bloody, his shirt torn, and he'd lost one of his shoes in the scuffle out on Main Street. The alleys echoed with the screams, wails, the gibbering laughter of more than a dozen they'd already pulled in and restrained.

"We're going to run out of rope. " Favoring his throbbing arm where the man who'd taught his son U. S. history sank his teeth, Hawbaker secured the rope and the now-giggling teacher to a ball return. "Christ Jesus, Jim. "

"A few more hours. " Air wheezed in and out of Jim's lungs as he dropped down, mopped at his streaming face. They had half a dozen people locked into the old library, a scattering of others secured in what Cal told him were other safe zones. "We've just got to hold things a few more hours. "

"There are hundreds of people left in town. And a handful of us still in our right mind that aren't burrowed in somewhere, hiding. Fire at the school, another in the flower shop, two more residential. "

"They got them out. "

"This time. " Outside something crashed. Hawbaker gained his feet, drew out his service revolver.

Inside Jim's chest, his already laboring heart sprinted. Then Hawbaker turned the gun, holding it butt first toward Jim. "You need to take this. "

"Shit fire, Wayne. Why?"

"My head's pounding. Like something's beating on it trying to get in. " As he spoke, Hawbaker wiped at his face, shiny with sweat. "If it does, I want you holdi

ng the weapon. I want you to take care of it. Take care of me if you have to. "

Jim got slowly to his feet and with considerable care, took the gun. "The way I look at it? Anybody doing what we've been doing the last couple hours is bound to have the mother of all headaches. I've got some Extra-Strength Tylenol behind the grill. "

Hawbaker stared at Jim, then burst out laughing, laughed until his sides ached. "Sure, hell. Tylenol. " Laughed until his eyes ran wet. Until he felt human. "That'll do her. " At the next crash, he looked toward the doors and sighed. "You'd better bring the whole bottle. "

"IT BROUGHT THE NIGHT," CAL SHOUTED AS THE wind tore at them with frozen hands. Outside the circle, snakes writhed, biting, devouring each other until they burned to cinders.

"Among other things. " Quinn hefted the machete, ready to slice at anything that got through.

"We can't move on it yet. " Gage watched a three-headed dog pace the clearing, snapping, snarling. "It's trying to draw us out, to sucker us in. "

"It's not really here. " Fox shifted to try to block Layla from the worst of the wind, but it came from everywhere. "This is just. . . echoes. "

"Really loud echoes. " Layla clamped a hand on the handle of her froe.

"It's stronger in the dark. Always stronger in the dark. " Gage watched the huge black dog pace, wondered if it was worth a bullet. "And stronger during the Seven. We're nearly there. "

"Stronger now than ever. But we don't take sucker bets. " Cybil bared her teeth in a grin. "And we're going to draw it in. "

"If it's in town now, if it's this strong and in town. . . "

"They'll hold it. " Cybil watched a rat, plump as a kitten, leap on the dog's ridged back. "And we'll reel it in. "

Fox's phone beeped. "Can't read the display. It's black. Before he could flip it open, the voices poured out. Screaming, sobbing, calling his name. His mother's, his father's, dozens of others.

"It's a lie," Layla shouted. "Fox, it's a lie. "

"I can't tell. " He lifted desperate eyes to hers. "I can't tell. "

"It's a lie. " Before he could stop her, Layla snatched the phone, hurled it away.

With a long, appreciative whistle, Bill Turner walked out of the woods. "Sign her up! Bitch's got an arm on her. Hey, you useless little piece of shit. I got something for you. " He snapped the belt held in his hands. "Come on out and take it like a man. "

"Hey, asshole!" Cybil elbowed Gage aside. "He died like a man. You won't. You'll die squealing. "

"Don't taunt the demon, sugar," Gage told her. "Positive human emotions, remember. "

"Damn. You're right. I'll give you a positive human emotion. " She spun around and in the mad wind yanked Gage to her for a deep, drowning kiss.

"I'm saving you for dessert!" The thing in Bill's form shifted, changed. She heard her father's voice boom out now. "What I plant in you will rip and claw to be born. "

She closed her mind to it, poured the love she felt-so strong, so new-into Gage. "It doesn't know," she whispered against his mouth.

The wind died; the world fell silent. She thought: Eye of the storm, and took a breath. "It doesn't know," she repeated, and touched her fingers lightly to her belly. "It's one of the answers we never found. It has to be. Another way, if we can figure out how to use it. "

"We've got a little over an hour left until eleven thirty-that hour of light before midnight. " Cal looked up at the pure black sky. "We have to get started. "

"You're right. Let's light the candles while we can. " And she'd pray the answer would come in time.

Once again the candles burned. Once again the knife that had joined three boys as brothers drew blood, and those wounded hands clasped firm. But this time, Cybil thought, they weren't three, they weren't six-but the potential of nine.

On the Pagan Stone six candles burned, one to represent each other, and a seventh to symbolize their single purpose. Inside that ring of fire three small white candles flickered for the lights they'd sparked.

"It's coming. " Gage looked into Cybil's eyes.

"How do you know?"

"He's right. " Cal glanced at Fox, got a nod, then leaned over to kiss Quinn. "No matter what, stay inside the circle. "

"I'll stay in as long as you do. "

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