|Carruthers Demise, Chapters Thirty Three & Thirty |Four (standard:drama, 1938 words) [19/24] show all parts|
|Author: Brian Cross||Added: Jan 17 2013||Views/Reads: 1043/815||Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Carruthers & Casey Jennings are stranded deep in the New Forest, with an increasingly sinister Adrian. Nearing the completion of my drama.|
Chapter Thirty Four ‘I can't understand it,' Carruthers grumbled. ‘It's not so long since I've had the damned thing serviced.' Casey hadn't taken her eyes off Adrian, as he stood motionless in the centre of the barn, with his fixed smile. ‘It's him,' she said through clenched teeth, ‘he's behind this.' ‘Don't talk nonsense,' Carruthers said irritably. ‘Your novelist imagination is running riot.' ‘He's standing right in our path. I tell you he knows it won't start.' ‘For goodness sake, Casey...' Carruthers swept a hand across his face, rubbed it against his chin. ‘I'm no expert on engine technology.' He jumped down from the Range Rover as Adrian angled his head. ‘Having a spot of bother, old chap?' ‘Won't start.' Carruthers scratched his head, eyed Adrian hopefully. ‘I don't suppose you're a dab hand with...' But Adrian was shaking his head before he'd finished speaking. ‘Not in the slightest. I can't help you there, I'm afraid.' ‘Damn.' Carruthers raised the bonnet, gave the engine a cursory examination and shrugged. ‘I'll call the breakdown service, I've got the number logged on my mobile...' but he grimaced as removing the phone from his jacket he studied the signal indicator. ‘I'm never going to get a signal out here. I'll use your landline if that's okay.' ‘Sure,' Adrian called back, already several yards into a walk towards the farmhouse. ‘Two birds with one stone.' Casey's voice was so quiet that Carruthers wasn't sure he'd caught her at first. ‘Two birds with one stone,' she repeated a little louder, and then in her normal tone, ‘oh it's nothing. Something from a book I'm engaged on just flashed before my eyes.' Carruthers frowned, shook his head. ‘You never told me about that; you sure are strange sometimes.' ‘Maybe I am,' Casey mused, eyes still hooked on Adrian. ‘But I'm not half as strange as him.' ‘ Come on down,' Adrian yelled, arcing his arm in the direction of the barn. ‘It could take some time in this neck of the woods. I'll make us all a nice cup of char...' Casey glanced around, looked at the dark contour of the barn, like a huge yawning mouth in the gloom, and listened to the rain pounding on the roof and windows. She muttered incoherently, slowly stepping away from the Range Rover, staring fiercely at Adrian who simply met it with his vacant, humourless smile. ‘Excellent, follow me my merry people, just momentary discomfort but all in a good cause, and all worthwhile.' Adrian led the way through the barn, the white patches on his otherwise filthy sneakers like dancing specks in the murk. Carruthers made to march alongside but felt the resistance of Casey's restraining hand. ‘I don't know what you're getting us into, but keep your wits about you. The Adrian I knew was abhorrent but this one's totally off the planet.' ‘Oh, for heaven's sake...' Carruthers' derisive reply was louder than he'd intended but Adrian appeared not to have heard, leading them into the gathering dusk and following the track sharp left where it became increasingly muddy and heavy underfoot. In the distance a faint orange glow emanated from a downstairs window of the big old house, appearing to flicker and stutter. Casey shivered and gripped Carruthers' arm with considerable strength as Adrian ploughed on ahead, seemingly impervious in his inappropriate attire to the Click here to read the rest of this story (175 more lines)
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