by Brian Keene
Running footsteps squelched behind him. Levi rolled over just as the tallest of the revenants flung itself at him. The attacker landed next to him, face first in the terrain. When he lifted his head, his cheeks and chin were covered with white fungus. Snarling, he bared his teeth. Despite his pain and delirium, Levi noticed how yellow they were now. They looked old and brittle, not at all the shining white fangs that had glinted in the darkness of Brinkley Springs.
Levi made a fist, grabbing a handful of the damp soil, and flung it into the dark man’s face. Then, using the last of his physical strength, he crawled forward and plunged both his middle finger and his broken index finger into the revenant’s eyes. There was a brief moment of resistance, as if he were pressing against a balloon, and then it vanished. His fingers slid into the sockets with ease. Jellied pulp squirted out around his knuckles. The revenant screamed.
“That’s it,” Levi whispered. “Scream. It’s better when you scream.”
His opponent shuddered and then lay still. Levi pulled his fingers from the ruined sockets and glanced over at the other two. Both were beginning to stir. The roaring grew louder in his ears and his vision blurred a third time. He tried reaching for the door again but for some reason, his arms no longer wanted to work. Like his legs, they had ultimately betrayed him.
He collapsed onto the spongy ground and stared through one slit at the empty space in front of him.
“Your will be done, Lord. On Yuggoth, as it is in Heaven.”
And then, a dark crack appeared in the air. Dim candlelight flickered inside of it. Levi heard voices— Randy’s and Marsha’s, followed a moment later by Donny’s.
“He said not to break the circle.” Donny sounded frantic.
“But he’s gone,” Randy said. “Let’s look in the pantry. Maybe he went back through that . . . other place, again.”
The crack grew wider. Moaning, Levi crawled toward it. Marsha and Randy stood in the doorway, gasping in surprise at the vista spread out before them.
“Don’t breathe,” Levi gasped. “Get back and don’t breathe it in.”
He heaved himself through the open door and tumbled onto Esther’s kitchen floor. The linoleum felt cool beneath his skin. Randy, Marsha and Donny hovered over him, their expressions concerned and alarmed.
“Jesus, Levi.” Donny scanned his wounds. “You look like you’ve been through a meat grinder.”
“We’ve got to get him to a hospital,” Marsha said. “No.” Levi shook his head weakly. “Must . . . close . . . door. Get rid . . . of . . . circle.”
“How?” Donny asked.
“The salt.” Randy stood up and then glanced down at Levi. “We’ve got to get rid of the salt, right?”
Levi nodded.
“How do you know that?” Marsha asked.
“I don’t know. I just do. He was fooling with salt earlier. I reckon it makes sense.”
The three of them brushed the lines of salt away from the doors and windows with their hands and feet. Slowly, the light beneath the pantry door faded. When they were finished, Donny returned. He knelt and pressed Levi’s copy of The Long Lost Friend into his hands. Levi couldn’t feel the book between his numb fingers, but knowing it was there made him feel better. He waited until Donny looked into his eyes again and then let his gaze fall upon the pantry door. Then he looked at Donny again.
“You want me to check?” the younger man asked.
“Yes . . .”
Slowly, Donny opened the door. He crouched as he did so, ready to leap out of the way should something charge through it. He relaxed when Esther’s canned goods stood revealed.
Levi smiled. He took one last shuddering breath, and then the darkness consumed him.
TWELVE
The first things Levi became aware of when he regained consciousness were the warm feel of sunlight on his face and the smell of incense. There were soft pillows beneath his head, and if he wasn’t mistaken, a feather comforter pulled over his body. He heard water dripping and then a moment later, a cold, wet cloth was placed on his forehead, chasing away the warmth from the sun. Levi opened his eyes. Myrtle stared down at him. Esther stood over her shoulder. He was lying in a bed. The room seemed strangely familiar. His finger was splinted with popsicle sticks and his wounds were bandaged with gauze.
“You’re awake,” Myrtle said. “Welcome back. How do you feel?”
“Much . . . much better, thank you. Where are we?”
“Your room,” Myrtle said. “We moved you up here after . . . well, after everything happened. We didn’t know what to do. The men folk said that you’d told them we couldn’t get out of town. So we brought you up here and I went home and got some of my things, and we’ve been caring for you as best we can.”
“The soul cage is most likely gone,” Levi said. “I would guess you’re all free to leave town again.”
“Is that what it was? That’s what was keeping us here? A soul cage?”
He nodded.
Myrtle frowned. “I’ve read about them. I thought they were tiny things.”
“Not this one. It took an incredible amount of power to construct, but it surely vanished when its creators left this level.”
“Level?”
“Level of reality. Plane of existence. When they left this world.”
“Will they be back?”
Levi paused before answering. He was keenly aware that both women were staring at him intensely.
“I don’t think so. In truth, there is still much I don’t know about them. But I don’t think they can return, and after I’ve finished my business in Virginia Beach, I’ll take measures that I think will insure they never bother anyone again. Their mortal remains—the remnants of what they once were before their transformation—must be located somewhere on Roanoke. All I have to do is find them and destroy them.”
“Do you think it’s safe to wait that long?” Myrtle asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, your injuries. I would imagine it will be several days at the very least before you’re up and about again.”
“I appreciate your concern, and everything you’ve done for me, but really, I’m fine.” After quickly verifying that he was dressed beneath the sheets, Levi pulled back the heavy feather comforter. Then he pulled up his shirt and peeled back the gauze, wincing as the medical tape pulled at his hair. The ragged slashes and tears that had crisscrossed his chest and abdomen only hours before were now closed. Only pink lines remained. He held up his splinted finger. While still puffy, it was no longer crooked. The bone had obviously been set.
“How . . . ?” Myrtle’s hand fluttered to her throat. “I’m a fast healer.” He took her hand and smiled.
“And I had you looking after me. I’m sure that helped, as well. You’re quite a capable woman, Myrtle. God has given you the talent of healing.”
He released her hand and Myrtle blushed. Beaming, she stood up and almost tripped over the chair. Esther turned around and Levi noticed she was hiding a grin behind her hand.
“Why don’t you be a dear, Myrtle, and run downstairs and get Mr. Stoltzfus some water? I’m sure he’s thirsty after his ordeal.”
Myrtle nodded, still blushing. “Yes, of course.”
She bustled out of the room and they heard her humming as she went down the stairs.
“You’re quite the flirt, Mr. Stoltzfus. I reckon Myrtle is quite smitten with you.”
Levi chuckled. “Thank you, Mrs. Laudry. Thank you for letting me use your home. I’m sorry for what I brought into it. I know that my ways are not your own, and I respect that. I’ll be out of your hair within the hour.”
“No. I’m the one who is sorry. I was wrong about you, Levi. You saved us. I may not agree with your methods, and I darn sure don’t understand everything that happened here last night, but I do know one thing. God sent you here. God has his hand on you, and he placed you here in Brinkley Springs so that you could confront those demons.”
“Yes, I believe tha
t He did.”
“This isn’t the first time such a thing has happened,either, is it?”
“No.”
Her expression turned sad. “That must be a very lonely existence.”
“No lonelier than Christ felt when he prayed in the garden the night before his crucifixion. I do what I’m called to do, Esther. It’s not like I have a choice.”
“Well, I thank God for you, Mr. Stoltzfus.”
“Thank you.” He paused. “Are you okay?”
Esther dabbed at her eyes with her sleeve. When she spoke again, her voice was thick with emotion.
“I don’t know. I lived here all my life, and now . . . it’s all gone. Brinkley Springs was dying before they came. I knew that. Another ten or fifteen years and this would have been a ghost town. But still, I never imagined it would die like this. Murdered. All those people, folks I’ve known for years. Still, it would have been worse had you not been here.”
Levi nodded, unsure of what to say. He doubted that any Bible verse or homily he could offer would comfort her.
“It really is amazing how quickly you healed.”
“In truth, it wasn’t my wounds that concerned me the most. It was the spores in my lungs.”
“Spores?”
“Yes. To rid us of our enemies, I had to transport them elsewhere—to a place where the very air will kill you.”
“Will you be okay?”
He nodded. “I will be. Had I not had the opportunity to meditate and clear my system, I might not be, though.”
“Meditate? We thought you’d passed out from blood loss.”
“And I had. Blood loss and shock. But even in that state, I was aware. I knew what I had to do. It’s really nothing more than another form of prayer.”
“But how did you—?”
The door opened. Myrtle entered the room, holding a bottle of spring water. Behind her were Donny, Marsha and Randy. All three stared at Levi in astonishment.
“There’s no way you should be awake, let alone sitting up,” Donny said. “But I reckon I’m not surprised.”
He stuck out his hand and Levi shook it firmly. “How is everyone?” Levi asked.
“About how you’d expect,” Donny said. “Jean Sullivan’sbeen crying a lot. Her son seems okay, though. Kids adapt quick, you know? Paul has been pretty quiet. I think he’s still in shock. He’s outside, surveying the damage.”
“His dogs?”
Donny shook his head. “They didn’t make it. That was the first place he went. He came back here, after. He didn’t say much, other than that they were dead. I got the impression that whatever happened to them, it wasn’t pretty.”
“No,” Levi said, “I don’t imagine it was.”
“We locked Gus in one of the bedrooms,” Donny continued. “He’s not violent or anything, but obviously, he’s not right in the head. We didn’t want him running off into the woods or anything.”
“I checked on him a little bit ago,” Marsha said.
“He was drawing mazes on a notepad. But at least he was calm.”
“And Mr. Perry?”
“He’s taking a nap downstairs on Esther’s sofa,” Donny said. “I think this experience wore him out.”
Levi nodded. “I think it wore us all out.”
“I want to do what you do,” Randy said, stepping forward. “I mean, the way you took care of those fuckers . . . I can do that, too, right?”
Levi glanced at Donny and Marsha, and then back to Randy.
“Is it true?” Randy persisted. “Can you teach me to do what you do?”
“No,” Levi lied, thinking back to when he was Randy’s age. “I can’t teach you. I was wrong.”
“But . . . but all that stuff you said about my aura and shit? I thought I was special.”
“I was mistaken. I was under a lot of stress. The truth is, you’re normal, Randy. You’re not magic. You don’t have the ability. You’re just normal. And trust me, that’s a very good thing to be. Don’t despair over it.”
Randy’s expression turned to confusion and disappointment. Levi hated that he’d lied to the teen, and hated even worse the pain he saw in Randy’s eyes. But that pain was much better than the pain a life like Levi’s would bring him. He glanced at Marsha and Donny again. Both nodded at him in silent understanding.
“You’re sure?” Randy asked. “You’re sure that I’m not like you?”
Levi nodded. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
***
Dee whinnied happily as Levi fastened her harness.
“I’m glad to see you, too, girl. You missed all the fun.”
The horse stomped her foot and snorted.
“Oh, don’t start that. Trust me, you were much better off down by the riverside. You lucked out this time.”
“She’s beautiful.”
Levi turned. Marsha and Donny were crossing
Esther’s yard. Marsha gazed at Dee lovingly.
“Can I pet her?”
“Of course,” Levi said. “I think she’d like that.”
Marsha stroked the horse’s flank, and Dee swished her tail and nodded her head.
“No traffic yet,” Donny said, looking down the street. “But they’ll be coming through soon—folks from other towns, passing through here on their way to work, and long-haul truckers on their way north or south.”
“Yes,” Levi said. “Are the phones or electric working again?”
“The power is still out. So are the land lines. But cell-phone service is back up again. Spotty as ever, but it was like that before they came.”
“Have any of you called the authorities yet?”
“No.” Donny ran a hand across his crew cut. “To be honest, Levi, we’re not sure just who the hell to call. I mean, who do you report something like this to? You got any ideas?”
Levi shrugged. “Start with the local authorities. It doesn’t matter, really. Once word gets out—and it will get out—everyone will descend upon this place. The state police. The National Guard. The FBI. Black Lodge. The cover-up will begin almost immediately. They’ll blame the events here on terrorists or something similar. Perhaps a biological incident. They’ll attempt to buy your silence and complicity. If they can’t do that, then they’ll discredit you.”
Donny raised his eyebrows. “Black Lodge? Those guys really exist?”
Levi shrugged again. “So I’m told. I’m surprised you know of them.”
“I heard some stuff when I was in the army.”
“Well, just be careful. If you’re still inclined to leave, Donny, I’d do it this morning, before word of what’s happened here gets out. I imagine the next few weeks will be very trying for everyone involved.”
Marsha stopped petting Dee and moved to Donny’s side. He put his arm around her and hugged her tight.
“I’m not leaving, Levi. I’ve decided to stick around. The town needs a defender, now that you’re moving on.”
Levi smiled. “That’s excellent, my friend. It sounds to me like you’ve come home for good.”
Donny kissed Marsha’s head. “Yes, as a matter of fact, I think I have.”
Still smiling, Levi climbed up into the wagon and reached out a hand. Donny shook it. His grip was still firm and strong.
“I hope,” he said, “that you can do the same one day, too, Levi. I hope you can go home for good.”
“Thank you, Donny. That would be nice, but I’m afraid I walk a different path, and I must go where it takes me.”
“Take care, Levi.”
“You, too, my friends. Good luck to you both.”
He took Dee’s reins in his hands and flicked them.
She began to trot, and the wagon rolled slowly behind her. The sun cleared the treetops, climbing into the sky. In the distance, Levi heard the sound of motors. He glanced back once as they rounded a corner. Marsha and Donny stood with their arms around each other, watching him leave. Levi raised his hand and waved. They returned the gesture. It occ
urred to him as he watched the young couple fade from view that maybe Brinkley Springs would live again. Maybe they were the seed that would spark new growth. Maybe the town would get a second chance at life.
His smile faded as he remembered Donny’s final words.
I hope you can go home for good.
“I hope so, too,” Levi whispered. “But I don’t know that I’m ready yet.”
Dee whinnied and tossed her head.
“Come on, girl.” He flicked the reins again. “We’ve still got a long way to travel before we even consider going home.”
BRIAN KEENE is the author of over twenty-five books, including Darkness on the Edge of Town, Urban Gothic, Castaways, Kill Whitey, Dark Hollow, Dead Sea, Ghoul and The Rising. He also writes comic books such as The Last Zombie, Doom Patrol and Dead of Night: Devil Slayer. His work has been translated into German, Spanish, Polish, Italian, French and Taiwanese. Several of his novels and stories have been optioned for film, one of which, The Ties That Bind, premiered on DVD in 2009 as a critically-acclaimed independent short. Keene’s work has been praised in such diverse places as The New York Times, The History Channel, The Howard Stern Show, CNN.com, Publisher’s Weekly, Fangoria Magazine, and Rue Morgue Magazine. Keene lives in Central Pennsylvania. You can communicate with him online at www.BrianKeene.com, on Facebook at www.facebook.com/pages/Brian-Keene/189077221397 or on Twitter at www.twitter.com/BrianKeene
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