by Ronald Kelly
Before she could retreat, a long, clawed arm shot out and grasped the material of her nightgown. The length of it was tattooed with the same blue-and-purple diamondback pattern that had graced those winged devils. The ones who had flown upon the air like birds. Pounding at the tin roof of the cabin. Slithering up through the cracks of the floor…
“Remember your Bible, Casssssssie,” the thing said with a rasping chuckle. “Man and woman should cleave one unto another.”
Cassie stared at him without emotion. Her horror had been a passing thing. “But we are no longer man and woman. Only mankind’s sorry creations.”
The serpent’s grasp tightened on her garment, pulling her forward. “You are mine, woman.”
Calmly, Cassie lowered the muzzles of the shotgun until they rested against the scaly plates between his eyes. “And God said unto the serpent, I will put enmity between thee and the woman, and between thy seed and her seed; it shall bruise thy head, and thou shalt bruise his heel.”
The fiend glared at her from down in the darkness. “You and your damned scripture.”
Cassie uttered nary another word. She squeezed the double triggers, unleashing both loads. The unholy face dispersed in a hail of buckshot. She was nearly pulled off balance as the awful hand tightened its hold on her gown. Then the muscles relaxed in death and the snaky arm slithered backward into the oval hole.
With the thunder of death still ringing in her ears, Cassie left the outhouse. She cast the gun aside and went back up the pathway to the barn. She found the five-gallon can and used the rest of its contents to douse the base of the chicken coop, barn, cabin, and privy. She set the structures on fire, then walked into the woods.
Cassie did not walk without purpose. She knew where she was going. Toward the uppermost point of Hayes Ridge she traveled, to where the vegetation gave way to raw stone, pointing like a granite finger skyward toward heaven.
Skylark Point.
It had been a favorite spot of Cassie’s when she was a young girl, although her mother would have tanned her hide if she’d known she had chosen such a dangerous place at which to play. Cassie recalled sitting on the very point of the ledge, bare feet dangling into open air, watching cardinals and starlings wing their way in the air beneath her. More than once, she had nearly been overcome with the urge to simply push away from her rocky perch. To take flight and join her free-flying friends. But she knew that to do so would be foolish… that the restraints of her humanity made that simple desire impossible.
But times had changed. And with it, all her childhood dreams.
Cassie had been to the Point several weeks before, while Jubal was in the foothills looking for Lenora. Sitting in the cabin with her comatose son, a wave of dark depression had overcome her. Feeling alone and forsaken, she had abandoned her motherly duties and walked through the woods, heading to the spot where she had been the happiest as a small child.
She had reached the very pinnacle of Skylark Point, unsure of her motive for going there. Part of her had gone there looking for a sign from God, a single glimmer of hope amid the shadow of despair that engulfed her.
Another part had fully intended to commit suicide. Simply step off the precipice into open space and end it all.
As Cassie had stood there, torn between solid ground and air, she had looked across the golden haze and saw something fly up out of the mist, heading toward her.
It was a dove.
“God be praised!” she had cried out in joy. A sign. He had sent her a sign.
But as the bird flew closer, she found that it was indeed a dove, but altered in that terrible way the Burn had brought about. It was as large as an eagle, its talons sharp and its crooked beak razor sharp. Its eyes stood out in fiery relief against its pale, white feathers… bright pink nearly to point of blood red.
Suddenly it was upon her. Its talons clamped upon her shoulders, anchoring deeply. They sank past clothing and skin, invading her muscle. Savagely, its beak flayed the flesh of her scalp, pecking, attempting to gain entrance to her skull. Its eyes shone feverishly, ravenous for the tender meat of her brain.
Cassie’s hope had turned into horror. As she grappled with the monstrous dove, she pulled Lenora’s butcher knife from her apron pocket and drove it through its breast. It spasmed on the blade of the knife for several frantic moments. Then its talons withdrew from her shoulders and it fell. She watched, stunned, as it dropped into the mist that settled just beneath the treetops. Its reddish-pink eyes glared accusingly at her as it disappeared from view.
Drenched in blood, she had fled Skylark Point. She returned home, bathed, and tended to her wounds. The lacerations on her scalp were painful, but she managed to arrange her hair in a way that hid them. She had scarcely completed the concealment of her encounter, when Jubal had shown up with the bad news about Lenora.
Now as she walked through the forest, the crackling of spreading fire following close behind, Cassie no longer wondered if the dove’s attack had been orchestrated by the forces of good or evil. She now knew that it had surely been a gift from God.
As she made her way up the steep face of the mountain, she shed her clothing. First the flannel nightgown, then her undergarments. Soon, she was naked. Cassie no longer felt the shame or inhibition that once plagued her. The coolness of the autumn air against her skin felt fresh and cleansing. For the first time in a very long time, she felt a sense of peace and purpose.
She reached the diagonal pinnacle of Skylark Point. The stone felt warm beneath the soles of her feet as she mounted the ledge and started upward. She could smell the acrid stench of smoke and the heat of fire against her back. Behind her stretched a fiery Hell. Ahead, the vastness of Heaven.
As Cassie reached the edge of the Point, she looked down at the soft, white pin-feathers that covered her arms and legs, as well as her breasts and belly. It was like the cottony down of a newly hatched chick. The fleshy sack that stretched down her back, from shoulders to tailbone, fluttered and throbbed, almost in anticipation of what was to come.
She knelt on the stone and arched her back. The sack ruptured. Cassie screamed with an agony a dozen times worse than childbirth. A pair of long, slender wings unfolded from their cocoon and flexed in the morning air. Their white feathers were tinted red with the blood of their violent birth.
Cassie stood erect and walked to the very end of the ledge. Her toenails – yellowed and curved like the talons of a bird – clutched at the smooth stone, holding her in place as a strong gust of wind pushed against her and her new appendages.
She closed her eyes, amazed. I am an angel, she thought to herself.
Behind her, plant and animal alike shrieked amid the devouring flame.
Cassie took a step forward. Currents of air pushed up from the basin of the valley below. The flats of her wings held her aloft for a breathtaking moment and she actually soared, high above the treetops, like the creature who had violently blessed her.
Then her weak and malformed wings could take no more. They cracked and crumpled beneath the weight of her body. With a lurch, she fought to attain her lofty position, but found that she could not. Swiftly, she began to lose altitude and plummet downward.
As she gained momentum, Cassie folded her arms across her chest and smiled.
“It is finished,” she softly whispered.
Then she entered the golden mist and surrendered to the crushing embrace of Mother Earth.
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