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by Scott Normandin
Fenton
was brought to anger. The man had surely brought him to death. There was no way
of knowing if the beast above would have ever been after him. After all, Lenny
had admitted that the creature was chasing him the whole time, and never
mentioned anything about it pursuing someone else. By abducting him, Lenny had
brought Fenton into the fray that he might not have otherwise entered into.
He
spent some time thinking about his situation, and began to use his mind
rationally. He knew he could not force his way out of the situation physically.
The creature was massive and could not be fought off, nor could Fenton outrun
it. Fenton was no match for Lenny, either. There was no way that Fenton could
force Lenny out of the car. It also came to reason that since Lenny was easily
twice as strong as Fenton, that Lenny could easily force Fenton from the car
and Fenton would be eaten. The odds of survival must somehow be made even.
The
long talons of the beast continued to click against the windshield of the car
in the same rhythm over and over again. The beast was obviously intelligent, as
it was forcing the two of them against each other. It knew that either one of
them would mentally crack and burst forth from the car, or one would force the
other from the car. Either way, by leaving one of them alive, the beast knew
that the remaining man would lead it to more victims.
Clickety
clack.
Fenton
stared at the claws tapping on the glass and listened quietly.
Clickety
clack.
Lenny
smoked his cigarette next to him listening as well.
Clickety
clack.
Fenton
leaned in close to Lenny and pointed to the window and said softly,
"Clickety clack."
Lenny
put out his cigarette and turned to Fenton and sternly stated, "Cut it
out, man. That ain't funny."
"Clickety
clack," Fenton repeated. This time he added a slight tone of panic to his
voice. "Remember what happened to all those other guys, Lenny? Don't loose
your cool, Lenny. Clickety clack."
Fenton
heard Lenny's breathing deepen and increase. Lenny had been without any kind of
real sleep for days. The only reason he was even close to sane right now is
because he was unconscious for a few hours, but Fenton knew it would be easy to
push him mentally back over the edge.
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