Post by roch on Jul 29, 2007 17:05:57 GMT 1
I promised I'd come back to this! Well, this is part 4 of my little Emmerdale horror fic - I hope people are still liking it! Anyone who hasn't read the other bits, it's best to read those first at the following URLs:
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Part IV
Carl gave an embarrassingly high pitched wail and recoiled from the sight of Jimmy’s dead eyes and pale flesh. He stepped backwards, bumping into Zack and jumping.
“Here, lad, don’t look out there,” Zack said quietly, turning Carl round.
Matthew grimaced and piled another chair up against the window, trying his best to block out the view of Jimmy scratching silently at the glass.
“What’s going on?” Scarlet asked, coming closer.
Matthew intercepted her. “No, don’t. You stay over there with Daz.”
But she had already caught a glimpse.
***
Grayson screamed from the cafe, and everyone in the shop froze. After a moment, Sandy took the fire extinguisher from Viv and bravely stepped in the direction of danger, with Rodney coming behind him holding two bottle of whisky.
In the cafe, at least two of the tourists were clawing their way through the broken glass of the door, and Grayson was trying to hit their hands with a chair. Sandy rushed to his side, using the extinguisher as a club. “They’re too strong!” Grayson said desperately.
“We’ll have to get out,” Sandy whispered, before turning to Rodney with a stern countenance. “Go and free the front entrance, it’s our only hope of escape.”
Grayson gasped. “But where will we go?” Then he turned his attention back to trying to keep the tourists out.
Rodney sighed, remembering how difficult it had been to get the shelves in front of the door but going to do as he was told. “They’re getting in the back,” he said to the others. “Better keep praying, Edna.”
***
“Perhaps we should get out of here,” Daz said to Jack, steering a sobbing Scarlet back to one of the bench seats on the other side of the bar.
“No, we’re best off here,” Jack replied adamantly. “We’ve fortified it pretty well, and we’ve got food and drink.”
Daz turned to him, suddenly distraught. “Oh yeah,” he shrieked. “Fine, we’ll have a party, shall we? We could be here for weeks living on vodka and pork scratchings!” He began to sob himself.
“Will you shut him up?” Matthew whispered harshly to Jack, coming close and grasping his arm. “We won’t survive this if we all get hysterical!”
“Yeah, and you’re doing a great job of keeping Scarlet calm,” he hissed back, giving Matthew a shove.
They were on the verge of fighting when Carl shouted at them from the window, where he still had a horrible fascination with watching Jimmy claw at the glass. “We’re not just trying to survive, you know! There might be other people to save. And maybe we can help Jimmy...”
Matthew let go of Jack’s arm and strode over to his little brother. “You can’t think like that, Carl. If you go soft, they’ll get you.” He turned to the rest of the pub, frustrated. “Don’t any of you understand that?”
***
“This is no use!” Grayson gasped, pushing a piece of glass into the face of one of the tourists. It barely seemed to wound them, and they did not bleed.
“We have to figure out how to kill them,” Sandy said stubbornly. “You’ll have to be brave, son. If you’d grown up during the war, you’d understand why it’s necessary to fight sometimes...”
“Yes, thank you for that insight, Mr Thomas!” Grayson snapped. “But I don’t see how trying to instil a bit of wartime spirit will help us to escape from these creatures!”
After striking a tourist squarely on the forehead with his chair, Sandy sighed heavily. “Forget about your own fear, son. It’s time to fight back. Now I’ve got a plan, you just have to help me with it...”
***
There was a stunned silence in the pub, but then Zack spoke. “I hate to admit it, but Matthew’s right. We can’t afford to be sentimental, not yet.”
“You sound like one of them,” Jack said, his voice low and disheartened. “I didn’t have you down for a King lover.”
“You make our family sound like Nazis or something!” Carl put in, shaking his head. “We’re normal people with a family business, that’s all.”
“Tell that to all the people you’ve ridden rough-shod over!” Daz yelled. “You’ve got no morals!”
Everyone began speaking at once then, shouting at each other and spitting insults. Carl pushed Jack, and Zack stepped in to help but received an accidental glancing blow from Jack’s fist and turned on him. Diane tried to get in their way and accidentally bumped into Marlon, who had been trying to keep out of it. Matthew had hold of Daz by his collar. It was becoming a brawl.
Unseen in the chaos, Scarlet managed climbed up onto the bench seat where she had been sobbing a few minutes ago. “Stop it!” she shouted, but noone heard. Then she screamed as loud as she could. “Stop it!”
Fists stopped mid-air, and everyone turned round.
***
“I know you think I’m a doddery old fool... with my war talk... but someone needs to take the lead here!” Sandy gasped between blows of his fire extinguisher against the invading enemy.
“Oh, go on then,” Grayson said, not quite believing all this was happening anyway.
“Right, well, we need to find out how to kill these things. I think we should let them in.”
Grayson gaped at him.
***
“I don’t know what’s going on here,” Scarlet said in the most authoritative voice she could muster. “But I know it’s bad, and there are killers out there. Do you think we’ll survive if you all keep fighting?”
The others drew away from each other, most looking distinctly ashamed of their behaviour. Matthew wiped some blood from his lip and stepped forward. “That’s what I was trying to say before Jack got all uppity with me!”
“Yeah, alright,” Scarlet said. “We can argue about who’s in the right all day, but that won’t help us, will it? People are already dead. My brother’s dead! It’s not like any of us is having a good time. Now will you forget about your differences and try to work together? Because if you don’t...” She trailed off and, not quite knowing how to finish her speech with a flourish, decided to just sit down again.
The others cast suspicious glances at each other before trying their best to rally their inner strength, which was somewhat unevenly distributed among the group. Jack turned to Matthew, this time without belligerence in his eyes. “Scarlet does you credit,” he said.
Matthew said nothing, but for the first time he saw that his new-found little sister truly had the King family spirit in her.
Meanwhile, as the others began to talk sensibly about their options, Daz drifted over to Scarlet and sat down next to her. “You’ve been really brave,” he said quietly.
Any other time, she would have grinned, but all she could manage was a faint half-smile.
***
“What’s going on?” Viv asked Rodney, shaking with fear as she grasped a kitchen knife taken from a set she had been selling in the shop.
“They’re almost in the cafe,” Rodney breathed, trying to hide his own fear and grunting as he tried to move the shelves away from the front door. “Sandy and Grayson are trying to hold them off, but they won’t last long. We have to get out or we’ll be trapped.”
“Oh God!” Jasmine cried, rushing to help Rodney move the shelves. “Viv, Edna, come on! We have to move this!”
Suddenly Rodney yelped as Jasmine inadvertently moved the corner of the shelves onto his foot. “Jasmine!” he whined, his pain visible.
***
Sandy cried out as a pale arm burst through their makeshift barricade and scratched his arm, drawing blood. The sight of it seemed to propel the tourists on, and they redoubled their efforts to get at their intended victims.
Grayson tried to beat them back with his chair, but they were now able to push the table aside so that there was nothing to block their path.
Sandy grabbed Grayson’s arm. “Go and warn the others. Make sure they get out!”
“No, no I can’t leave you!” Grayson protested, even though his heart was desperate to flee the scene.
Just then, one of the tourists managed to get Sandy’s arm and bite him, but he was just able to push them away and deliver another blow with the extinguisher. “Looks like they’ve got me anyway, son. Go! I’m old, I haven’t much life left in me anyway. Go! And don’t forget the plan!”
After a brief moment of hesitation, Grayson turned and ran through to the shop. “They’re through!” he shouted frantically. “We have to-“
He stopped. The shelves were still blocking the only exit.
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Part IV
Carl gave an embarrassingly high pitched wail and recoiled from the sight of Jimmy’s dead eyes and pale flesh. He stepped backwards, bumping into Zack and jumping.
“Here, lad, don’t look out there,” Zack said quietly, turning Carl round.
Matthew grimaced and piled another chair up against the window, trying his best to block out the view of Jimmy scratching silently at the glass.
“What’s going on?” Scarlet asked, coming closer.
Matthew intercepted her. “No, don’t. You stay over there with Daz.”
But she had already caught a glimpse.
***
Grayson screamed from the cafe, and everyone in the shop froze. After a moment, Sandy took the fire extinguisher from Viv and bravely stepped in the direction of danger, with Rodney coming behind him holding two bottle of whisky.
In the cafe, at least two of the tourists were clawing their way through the broken glass of the door, and Grayson was trying to hit their hands with a chair. Sandy rushed to his side, using the extinguisher as a club. “They’re too strong!” Grayson said desperately.
“We’ll have to get out,” Sandy whispered, before turning to Rodney with a stern countenance. “Go and free the front entrance, it’s our only hope of escape.”
Grayson gasped. “But where will we go?” Then he turned his attention back to trying to keep the tourists out.
Rodney sighed, remembering how difficult it had been to get the shelves in front of the door but going to do as he was told. “They’re getting in the back,” he said to the others. “Better keep praying, Edna.”
***
“Perhaps we should get out of here,” Daz said to Jack, steering a sobbing Scarlet back to one of the bench seats on the other side of the bar.
“No, we’re best off here,” Jack replied adamantly. “We’ve fortified it pretty well, and we’ve got food and drink.”
Daz turned to him, suddenly distraught. “Oh yeah,” he shrieked. “Fine, we’ll have a party, shall we? We could be here for weeks living on vodka and pork scratchings!” He began to sob himself.
“Will you shut him up?” Matthew whispered harshly to Jack, coming close and grasping his arm. “We won’t survive this if we all get hysterical!”
“Yeah, and you’re doing a great job of keeping Scarlet calm,” he hissed back, giving Matthew a shove.
They were on the verge of fighting when Carl shouted at them from the window, where he still had a horrible fascination with watching Jimmy claw at the glass. “We’re not just trying to survive, you know! There might be other people to save. And maybe we can help Jimmy...”
Matthew let go of Jack’s arm and strode over to his little brother. “You can’t think like that, Carl. If you go soft, they’ll get you.” He turned to the rest of the pub, frustrated. “Don’t any of you understand that?”
***
“This is no use!” Grayson gasped, pushing a piece of glass into the face of one of the tourists. It barely seemed to wound them, and they did not bleed.
“We have to figure out how to kill them,” Sandy said stubbornly. “You’ll have to be brave, son. If you’d grown up during the war, you’d understand why it’s necessary to fight sometimes...”
“Yes, thank you for that insight, Mr Thomas!” Grayson snapped. “But I don’t see how trying to instil a bit of wartime spirit will help us to escape from these creatures!”
After striking a tourist squarely on the forehead with his chair, Sandy sighed heavily. “Forget about your own fear, son. It’s time to fight back. Now I’ve got a plan, you just have to help me with it...”
***
There was a stunned silence in the pub, but then Zack spoke. “I hate to admit it, but Matthew’s right. We can’t afford to be sentimental, not yet.”
“You sound like one of them,” Jack said, his voice low and disheartened. “I didn’t have you down for a King lover.”
“You make our family sound like Nazis or something!” Carl put in, shaking his head. “We’re normal people with a family business, that’s all.”
“Tell that to all the people you’ve ridden rough-shod over!” Daz yelled. “You’ve got no morals!”
Everyone began speaking at once then, shouting at each other and spitting insults. Carl pushed Jack, and Zack stepped in to help but received an accidental glancing blow from Jack’s fist and turned on him. Diane tried to get in their way and accidentally bumped into Marlon, who had been trying to keep out of it. Matthew had hold of Daz by his collar. It was becoming a brawl.
Unseen in the chaos, Scarlet managed climbed up onto the bench seat where she had been sobbing a few minutes ago. “Stop it!” she shouted, but noone heard. Then she screamed as loud as she could. “Stop it!”
Fists stopped mid-air, and everyone turned round.
***
“I know you think I’m a doddery old fool... with my war talk... but someone needs to take the lead here!” Sandy gasped between blows of his fire extinguisher against the invading enemy.
“Oh, go on then,” Grayson said, not quite believing all this was happening anyway.
“Right, well, we need to find out how to kill these things. I think we should let them in.”
Grayson gaped at him.
***
“I don’t know what’s going on here,” Scarlet said in the most authoritative voice she could muster. “But I know it’s bad, and there are killers out there. Do you think we’ll survive if you all keep fighting?”
The others drew away from each other, most looking distinctly ashamed of their behaviour. Matthew wiped some blood from his lip and stepped forward. “That’s what I was trying to say before Jack got all uppity with me!”
“Yeah, alright,” Scarlet said. “We can argue about who’s in the right all day, but that won’t help us, will it? People are already dead. My brother’s dead! It’s not like any of us is having a good time. Now will you forget about your differences and try to work together? Because if you don’t...” She trailed off and, not quite knowing how to finish her speech with a flourish, decided to just sit down again.
The others cast suspicious glances at each other before trying their best to rally their inner strength, which was somewhat unevenly distributed among the group. Jack turned to Matthew, this time without belligerence in his eyes. “Scarlet does you credit,” he said.
Matthew said nothing, but for the first time he saw that his new-found little sister truly had the King family spirit in her.
Meanwhile, as the others began to talk sensibly about their options, Daz drifted over to Scarlet and sat down next to her. “You’ve been really brave,” he said quietly.
Any other time, she would have grinned, but all she could manage was a faint half-smile.
***
“What’s going on?” Viv asked Rodney, shaking with fear as she grasped a kitchen knife taken from a set she had been selling in the shop.
“They’re almost in the cafe,” Rodney breathed, trying to hide his own fear and grunting as he tried to move the shelves away from the front door. “Sandy and Grayson are trying to hold them off, but they won’t last long. We have to get out or we’ll be trapped.”
“Oh God!” Jasmine cried, rushing to help Rodney move the shelves. “Viv, Edna, come on! We have to move this!”
Suddenly Rodney yelped as Jasmine inadvertently moved the corner of the shelves onto his foot. “Jasmine!” he whined, his pain visible.
***
Sandy cried out as a pale arm burst through their makeshift barricade and scratched his arm, drawing blood. The sight of it seemed to propel the tourists on, and they redoubled their efforts to get at their intended victims.
Grayson tried to beat them back with his chair, but they were now able to push the table aside so that there was nothing to block their path.
Sandy grabbed Grayson’s arm. “Go and warn the others. Make sure they get out!”
“No, no I can’t leave you!” Grayson protested, even though his heart was desperate to flee the scene.
Just then, one of the tourists managed to get Sandy’s arm and bite him, but he was just able to push them away and deliver another blow with the extinguisher. “Looks like they’ve got me anyway, son. Go! I’m old, I haven’t much life left in me anyway. Go! And don’t forget the plan!”
After a brief moment of hesitation, Grayson turned and ran through to the shop. “They’re through!” he shouted frantically. “We have to-“
He stopped. The shelves were still blocking the only exit.
