Monday, May 6, 2013

PART 2: THE FIRST EVIL, 1931-1933: Chapter 16 (UNEDITED)

If you are just catching up, see the CHAPTERS section to read the Prologue-PART 2: Chapter 15 before proceeding to PART 2: Chapter 16.
 
Otherwise, read from the word go :)




CHAPTER 16

As they waited for the others, Carl and Reginald stood in the hall next to the master bedroom door.  Both were silent for the first brief moment as they too tried to comprehend everything that had taken place since they had arrived at the Fleming property.  Reginald ran over in his head the events combined with the old periodical articles and some of James Livingston’s journal entries when he had a thought.
“I sometimes wonder what’s in the entries of the journals that James Livingston’s family kept after he died,” Reginald said, “and what made them choose which ones to keep and which ones to allow the public to have access to.”
“You mean like was it random selection or a reason behind what was chosen to be public or private,” Carl said.
Reginald nodded.  “The thing is, I’ve actually not thought about that too much until recently, especially tonight.”
Carl began to reply when both boys were sent jumping forward from a loud bang on the other side of the wall inside of the master bedroom.  The boys both started to get concerned and started to head for the door when they heard an all too familiar sounding moan come from Linda followed by a more guttural groan from Jimmy.  There were a couple of quiter, more rhythmic bangs against the wall and more cries of pleasure to follow.
Reginald and Carl exchanged knowing glances.
“Part 2?” Carl asked.
“Yep,” Reginald replied, “what did I tell you?  Did I call that or what?”
There was another bang followed by simultaneous cries from Jimmy and Linda.
“Crazy kids can’t keep their hands to themselves.  And it sounds like they’re doing it on the dresser,” Carl said.
Another loud groan was heard from Jimmy.
“If we go back in there,” Reginald said, “please remind me to not touch that dresser.”
The sounds of furniture creaking and rhythmic thumping against the wall was heard more consitantly followed by Jimmy and Linda’s responses to one another.
Carl smirked and said, “How about we take a walk down the hall?  Maybe we’ll actually be able to hear ourselves think.”
“Jimmy!” the two boys heard Linda cry out as they turned to walk down the hallway toward the entrance. 
Carl was suddenly quiet and Reginald turned to see that his friend was deep in thought. 
“So what was happening with you and Dorothy in the other room?” Reginald asked.
The two boys came to a stop in front of the sitting room before Carl said, “Um…it’s rather personal…”
Reginald raised his eyebrows.  “Wow.  Carl Turner shying away from saying what’s on his mind.  I never thought I’d see the day.”
“Alright, fine,” Carl said, “I told Dorothy how I feel about her.  I told her I loved her and wanted to spend tonight with her while our parents are out of the house.”
“Well Carl, that’s wonderful.  And what did she say?”
Carl gave Reginald a small smile and said, “She agreed.”
“With your feelings or spending tonight with you or both?”
“Both,” Carl said, “I mean I know she and I haven’t been together that long and it may seem sudden.  But I do have feelings for that girl.”
Reginald shrugged.  “Well every couple is different.  What may be right for you and Dorothy may not be for someone else, and the other way around.  If you and Dorothy really do feel that way about eachother, there’s nothing wrong with expressing it.  So congratulations, buddy.”
“Do you think you and Gail will still be together after high school?” Carl asked.
“I like to think we will,” Reginald said.  Then, Reginald looked around and lowered his voice.  “In fact, not to upstage Jimmy and Linda, but I’m actually thinking of proposing to Gail before graduation.”
“Well, remember that Jimmy is planning on making a formal proposal to Linda at Christmas.”
“Yeah, I was thinking of waiting til Valentine’s Day with Gail.  I should have enough money saved up for a ring by then.”
“And then maybe at graduation I can to Dorothy,” Carl said.
“Thinking that far down the road already,” Reginald said. 
“Well, Dorothy’s a great girl and I’m not about to chance letting another guy step in and snatch her up.”
Reginald nodded.  “So, not to get too personal, but when you said that you were going to be spending tonight with Dorothy…did you mean…like Jimmy and Linda?”
Carl paused, taking in a breath.  He looked down toward the washroom where Dorothy and Gail were and said, “Well, I’m not going to lie and say that it hasn’t crossed my mind.  But I think we’ll just be spending time with eachother listening to radio or something like that.  Which I’m fine with.”
Reginald started to give Carl an encouraging smile when what had just occurred in the master bedroom crossed his mind.  As he stood, trying to come up with a logical explanation for what had occurred, Carl asked him if he was alright.
“Yeah,” Reginald said, “I guess I’m just still unnerved over what just happened.”
All Carl could do was nod.  He was still trying to figure out himself what he and Dorothy had walked in on.  Carl felt chills creeping over his body and was only glad he was able to interrupt whatever had been going on.
What is it with this place? 
From the corner of his eye, Carl thought he saw a movement in the corner of the sitting room.  It looked like a dark figure.  A shadow.
The auctioneer had seen a twelve foot shadow in the shape of a crow.
The shadow seemed as though it were coming toward him and Reginald, but when Carl snapped his head in the direction it was in, the shadow had disappeared.
“What is it?” Reginald asked.
Carl shrugged, shook his head, and said, “Nothing.”  He was finding himself growing tired of the place.  The thought of spending more time exploring the orphanage grounds no longer appealed to him.  All Carl wanted to do at that point is leave and take Dorothy back to his place.
Before Reginald could respond, a shrill yell was heard coming from the direction of the washroom.
“DOROTHY!!”  Gail was screaming.
Carl felt his stomach doing flip flops as he and Reginald bolted to the washroom.  Carl tried the door and it wouldn’t open.  He began pounding the oakwood with his fist.
“Gail!  Dorothy!  What’s going on?!  The door’s locked!”  Carl yelled.
Behind them, the master bedroom door flew open and out came Jimmy and Linda.  They were in the process of finishing getting dressed, with their clothing still untucked.  They ran to where Reginald and Carl were having been jolted from their euphoric aftermath.
In the washroom, Gail knelt on the floor beside Dorothy who lay limp on the floor. 
“Dorothy’s passed out!” Gail cried as she scrambled to the door, taking care not to step on Dorothy in the process. 
Carl began pulling more fiercely on the doorknob.  From the other side, Gail began to pull on it to find that the knob wouldn’t budge.
“It’s not opening from my side either!” Gail yelled.  She looked back at Dorothy who still lay sprawled on the ground.  She would never be able to forget how Dorothy looked before she fell.  Her eyes seemed to completely roll back into her head to where all could be seen were the whites.  Gail had caught Dorothy just before she would have cracked her head on the sink and she now lay in the dim light of Jimmy’s flashlight.  And who knew how much longer that light would last. 
The oak door was too heavy to break down, so it was decided that Carl would have to pick the lock.  Carl still had the pin from Gail’s hat and he began to work furiously at the lock until he would hear the glorious click that would be the signal to turn the knob.

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Dorothy had awoken to find herself lying on the ground in the woods.  Her vision was as hazy as her memory, but her site was adjusting just enough for her to see the bare and twisting trees that surrounded her.  Everything had a gray hue and gave off a luminous, silvery shimmer. 
Where am I?  How did I get here?
Dorothy turned her eyes upward.  She jumped back, and gasped at the site of the giant, pale, silver moon.  It was then she remembered her fainting spell earlier in the cemetery, the disembodied feeling she had when she could see the moon getting closer…or she was getting closer to the moon…
Dorothy stood up, observing her surroundings.  All she could see was more forest stretching out around her.  Then, she remembered that only a moment ago she had been in the washroom with Gail.  She couldn’t recall much of what had happened in there, but she knew she had to somehow find her way back. 
But first I have to figure out where I am first…Dorothy thought. 
She looked around again at the thick brush that surrounded her, trying to find something that may give her some type of indication to where she was at.  But the silvery haze was almost like a fog, making it difficult to see anything clearly. 
Dorothy looked back up at the moon that seemed to cover the entire sky above her.  Even in the haze she could see craters and deep holes on the moon’s surface.  Dorothy had read a few science articles that explained different theories of what may be on the moon’s surface and the hypothetical travels that may be possible sometime in the future.  It was almost mesmerizing to see it up this close. 
Dorothy still had her eyes on the celestial orb that hung so closely over her when she heard the sound of footsteps approaching her.  She turned her gaze back downward to find a boy standing in front of her.  He looked to be around the age of twelve (the same age Nathaniel Fleming was when he had his bout with scarlet fever) and was dressed in simple trousers and a shirt.  The clothes were slightly ragged and even in the silver light, she could see that the boy had dark (black) hair that was slightly long and moppy.  His eyes were dark and he also had the dark skintone that one may associate with that of a gypsy.  Like Heathcliff in Wuthering Heights.  It then occurred to Dorothy that the young boy who stood in front of her was almost exactly the image she had of a young Heathcliff when she had read the book.
Dorothy and the boy stood, studying one another as the dense, grey haze surrounded them.  Finally, Dorothy spoke up.  “Are you lost?”
The boy looked back at her as if he were trying to comprehend her words before he just looked down at the ground and shrugged.
“Where are your parents?” Dorothy asked.
The boy looked back up at her and Dorothy could see a lone tear escape down the side of his face.  The boy lowered his head again.  Dorothy could see his body shaking from his silent sobs and she reached out to the boy, taking him gently by the shoulders.  She knelt down to his level.  She could see that the boy was in a great amount of distress.  She could sense his hopelessness that he felt wandering these woods.  The boy allowed Dorothy to give him a comforting embrace.  It was then that Dorothy heard him say, “My brother…”
Dorothy pulled away from him.  “What, honey?”
The boy looked back at her with a tear-stained face and said, “I can’t find my brother.”
Dorothy could hear that the boy spoke with an accent and very likely, broken English. 
“Do you want me to help you find him?” Dorothy asked.  She surprised herself with her question as she didn’t know who the boy’s brother was or who the little boy was, nor did she know where she was or the little boy’s name.
“What is your name?” Dorothy asked him.
The little boy looked back at her.  She could see a puzzeled expression in his eyes.  Dorothy saw the boy shift his gaze from her to an area just over her shoulder.  She turned her head to follow the boy’s blank gaze.  In the silvery haze, Dorothy could see a dark figure standing only a few feet away from them.  The figure appeared to be a woman and wore dark clothing: a long, dress and a black hooded cloak that covered her face.  Dorothy rose and took a step forward to get a better look.  A feeling of dread came over her as she and the figure seemed to look one another over. 
“She found you,” Dorothy heard the little boy whisper to her.
Startled, Dorothy turned her head toward the boy only to find that he was gone.  She surveyed the woods, searching for where the little boy could have gone so quickly.  But she stopped when alarm came over her.  It was as though someone or something was telling her that taking her eyes from the cloaked figure was not a good idea.
Dorothy slowly turned her head back and jumped back when she saw that the woman was now face to face with her.  She could see the woman’s mouth and jawline under the hood.  The woman’s mouth curled up into a smile, but it was not a friendly one. 
“Who are you?” Dorothy asked, trying to keep her voice from shaking.
The woman chuckled as though she were taunting Dorothy.  Dorothy began to back away as she sensed danger if she didn’t get out that very moment.  Without thinking of where she was going, Dorothy turned and began running into the thick brush.  She could hear the woman’s chuckle growing into a loud, manical laughter.  Laughing at Dorothy’s attempt to run away.  Dorothy continued running blindly through the woods and that’s when she remembered, this was in my dream.  The one I had when I was seven.  This was part of it. 
As Dorothy ran, she could hear whispering around her.  As if the trees were whispering to her.  Calling out to her.  The more Dorothy listened, the more the whispering sounded like chanting.  She could see the shadow shapes weaving in and out of the trees, as if they were biding their time with her…
Then, she remembered where she had been before she woke up in these woods.  She remembered being at the Fleming Orphanage with her friends and the events of the evening.  She remembered being in the washroom with Gail before everything went black and she woke up alone underneath the giant moon.  Dorothy felt the urge to scream as hopelessness began to overcome her.  Just as she was coming close to giving into whatever this place wanted from her, Dorothy heard GO BACK!
The voice was comforting but had a pronounced and urgent warning.
GO BACK!  the voice said again.  GO BACK NOW OR IT WILL BE TOO LATE!
Dorothy choked, unable to speak.  Go back where?  I don’t even know where I am!
She took another step and fell forward.  But instead of hitting the ground as she expected, Dorothy continued falling as though she had leapt off of a tall building and plummeting toward the earth with nothing but pitch blackness around her.  As she continued in her free-fall, Dorothy saw the source of the voice telling her to go back, just a flash of his face.  She had seen the man in a photo that her father had.  The voice was that of her great great grandfather Howahkan.  The kindness in his eyes gave her comfort just before she hit the ground.

Read on to CHAPTER 17.

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