A Shrouded World 5 by Mark Tufo & John O’Brien

Author:Mark Tufo & John O’Brien [Tufo, Mark]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: DevilDogPress

5

BT and Kalandar

“What the hell is going on?” BT asked as he entered the gas station to see Kalandar walking around the small pile of stones and Michael was standing stock-still in the middle, seemingly oblivious to the scrutiny he was under.

“I believe Michael has traveled to another realm,” Kalandar said. The large demon was taking care to avoid crossing the invisible plane that extended up from the strange formation.

“Some kid built a replica of Stonehenge?” BT was coming over.

“I do not believe this is the work of children. At least the type of children you would infer.”

“Is he all right?”

“Difficult to say. Is there a reason you are in here?”

“Didn’t mean to disturb your weird walk-around, but yeah, something is coming.”

Kalandar’s head swiveled. “Did you not think to tell me this first?”

“I got distracted. And it's still far away.”

“What is far away?” Kalandar brushed past BT and was heading out into the golden sunshine.

“I didn’t want to say anything because I wasn’t sure, but it looks like a column of hearses.”

“Do you have a pronounced accent?”

“What?”

“Horses, did you mean horses?”

“No, hearses; it’s a vehicle used to transport the deceased to their final resting spot.”

“What? Are they not eaten? Relax, it is partially a joke. I forget how sensitive your kind can be.”

“Partially?”

“There are many who would prefer consumption to being interred in the dirt.”

Kalandar and BT stood on the side of the road, both shielding their eyes to see the long black line moving toward them like a snake through the undergrowth.

“Either there have been many deaths, or somebody wishes to make a point. I think it would be best if we hid,” Kalandar said.

“Do you think they’ll go on by?” BT asked. They were now both inside the garage, a still rigid Mike behind them as they looked through a dirt-smeared window.

“I would like to believe that would be the case.”

“That doesn’t sound very convincing.” BT had his pistol out. “What are the odds I can get that rifle off of Mike?” He was looking back.

“You would join him wherever he has traveled, then the rifle would be no good to either of you and I would be left here alone to watch over your still forms.”

BT thought he caught an implication in Kalandar’s words that if things got too hot, the demon would move on to save himself rather than make a stand. The sound of smooth-running engines could be heard, then came tires on asphalt.

“Has to be twenty or more cars,” BT said as he craned his neck. “They’re not slowing down.”

Kalandar reached out and pulled BT away from the window as the first of the cars raced by. BT wanted to say that they sure were in a hurry to get somewhere, but was afraid that merely speaking would alert the passersby to their location. The first car to pass had windows tinted so darkly they were as black as the entrance to a cave. After that, BT stopped trying to look inside, fearful something would peer out from the blackness.

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