Three Mile Drove, Chapter Twenty Four (standard:horror, 1872 words) [25/29] show all parts
Author: Brian Cross	Added: Jan 30 2008	Views/Reads: 2608/2037	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Darren Goldwater is captive in a world he never knew existed. Approaching the conclusion of a serialisation of Three Mile Drove

Once or twice the ground gave beneath her hurrying feet, as gritting her
teeth she clenched the radio in a vice like grip. It was to be her only 
contact with civilisation, any pretence to it ended about a quarter 
mile from here. Finally she had cast aside the shackles that had bound 
her for so long, but was she too late, and in any case what would she 
do when she got there? She might be strong, but she was still a woman 
alone amidst the madness that existed within that place. 

A madness the outside world didn't know about, except that was, for
Darren. For by now he would surely have stumbled upon its true horrors, 
and this was where the unthinkable became reality, that he might 
already have paid the price. 

She should have spoken up long ago. Nobody knew better than her the
horrors that existed there. But she too, was subject to a price, that 
was why she'd never spoken out. 

And yet, still she'd come running back to Bramble Dyke, like a moth to a
flame. So close yet so impotent. A hopeless watcher in an evil world. 

But Darren's demise had been the last straw. Now things would change.
She didn't know what she'd find when she got there but she could guess. 
Perhaps there was nothing she could do. 

Perhaps there was. 

She had the element of surprise, she knew the barn's weaknesses and she
was fit enough to expose them. 

For Darren's sake, though not only for him. 

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR 

Outside the barn Claire panted furiously, exhausted by her run. She had
tried her utmost to entice Tomblin outside, to provide Darren with the 
tiniest chance of escape. She'd known he was outside, she'd heard what 
was going on. If he'd just encroached one metre outside the barn she 
would have been on to him, she would have pushed him from behind and 
brought the radio down on his head with so much force it would have 
decked him. She would have been strong enough to have done that much. 

But her ploy had failed, the sacking covering vegetables that she'd
wrenched loose hadn't attracted his attention as much as she'd hoped, 
and without the element of surprise she'd no chance of overpowering 
him. Even worse, the radio she'd taken from McPherson was next to 
useless. All she'd been able to get out of it was crackle. 

Still, assistance couldn't be all that far away. And after all, they'd
bring dogs – 

But there was nothing apart from the wind and thunder, until the screams
of a child pierced the night. Even amidst the wailing of the pathetic 
creatures who inhabited this godforsaken place she recognised that cry. 


It set her emotions on fire. She felt it spread through her veins in a
trembling, uncontrollable rush. Even Tomblin wouldn't think to – 

But that was nonsense. She knew he was capable of anything. He was
having intercourse with her child while Darren, if he was still alive 
was a helpless witness. He'd been trying to help, but in the end his 
intervention was as futile as it was noble, he didn't know what he was 
letting himself in for. She'd known, but never told. These thoughts 
careered through Claire Summerby's head with the speed of a bullet as 
she dived under the rear barn entrance and rushed blindly to the 
congregation in the centre. 

Tomblin turned in surprise at her abrupt intrusion, and despite his size
she would have tried to tear him limb from limb, but the abject horror 
which caused her to freeze to a halt contrasted sharply with the look 
of triumph on Tomblin's face. 

Because it wasn't Tomblin who was fucking his daughter. 

She lowered her eyes, hardly believing what she was seeing. Darren


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