Berserk by Tim Lebbon

Author:Tim Lebbon
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: sf_horror
ISBN: 0843954302
Publisher: Dorchester Publishing Co., Inc.
Published: 2006-05-17T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Cole listened out for Natasha. He had been driving for half an hour, and although he had not heard her again, still he was sure that he was going in the right direction. It felt right. And for now he had nothing else to hang onto but that.

He tore through the country lanes, barely shifting down a gear to negotiate blind bends or humpback bridges. He had already had one collision today; he hoped that was his share of accidents for a while. And besides, the faster he went, the more chance he had of catching the old man and the girl. She lured me on, he kept thinking, she wants me to follow.

People were traveling to work now, and here and there he passed other cars going in the opposite direction. Their drivers greeted him with a uniform expression; shock and disgust. Slow down! they all said with their glares, and he grinned back and pushed down on the gas as he passed them by. He was doing all this for them, these sheep, these innocents who thought that nine to five, Coronation Street and a meal out on Saturday was all there was to life. None of them had a clue about what was really happening in their world. None of them knew the risks he took, the life he had given up to pursue the berserkers and try to keep the innocents safe from harm. And if he took time to stop and tell them they would call him mad.

Let them. It had been years since he had let his own peculiar madness be an upset.

And then there they were, the old guy standing beside the parked car, staring straight at Cole with eyes as wide as a rabbit's in a headlamp's glare.

"Holy shit!" Cole stepped on the brakes and swerved the car across the road, sliding it sideways to prevent careening into the hedge. I can't be this lucky! he thought, but there was Roberts, moving back and forth with indecision, the fear of an innocent who had seen terrible things etched on his face.

Cole was out of the BMW and running at Roberts almost before the wheels had stopped spinning. He paused a few steps away and aimed the .45 at his face.

"She's not here!" Roberts said.

"What?"

"I hid her. I know you want her, she told me, so I hid her where you'd never find her."

Cole paused, trying to work out whether or not Roberts was telling the truth, or if it even mattered. Roberts had seen Natasha and knew what she could do, so he needed to be removed from the picture. "Where?" he asked.

"If I tell you, you'll kill me."

"I'm going to kill you anyway."

Roberts moved back one pace and leaned against his wrecked car, glancing down into the backseat. Cole followed his gaze and saw the dead woman's legs through the open door. "You think I care?" the old guy said. "You killed my wife, you bastard." There was little emotion in his voice, no real trace of anger or rage or anything else that could be dangerous.

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