Emerald Sky (20 page)

‘What are you talking about? We’ve only
just begun. It can’t have been any more than three minutes since we...’

Her voice trailed off as she noticed the
darkness behind an uncovered window. They had begun the meditation session in
the early afternoon. It should not have started to get dark for a good few
hours.

‘What time is it?’ she asked.

‘That’s what I’ve been trying to tell
you. It’s seven hours since you went into a trance. The whole time you were sat
bolt upright so I know you weren’t sleeping.’

‘Seven hours. How is that possible?’

‘You tell me. I would have woken you
sooner, but the monk talked me out of it.’

‘So why did you wake me now?’

‘Like I said; you were convulsing. Also,
there’s been a development.’

She looked around. None of the monks was
present.

‘Where is everybody - what happened?’

‘Jimmy’s back,’ he said. ‘And he’s had
another vision.’

‘What did he see?’

Esteban breathed heavily. She knew
instantly that he was about to deliver bad news.

‘He said that a monster is coming.’

***

Once he was on his own it did not take
long for Charlie to be re-apprehended. There was no alternative. It was
impossible to hide from the base’s astral spies. Neither could he run with the
mountains cutting off the facility from the rest of civilisation. All that left
was to fight or to give himself up. No choice at all given that he was a
pacifist who abhorred violence in any form.

Rather than return him directly to his
cell, the general had him brought to the command centre that housed the astral
projection units. This could mean one of only two things. Either the general
planned on coercing him into performing a task or he intended for him to bear
witness to some sinister new use of the technology he had provided them with. A
part of him actually hoped it would turn out to be the former.

‘A pardon is out of the question now,’
the general told him. ‘Having allied yourself to Emmy Rayne, you have committed
the ultimate act of treason.’

‘You’re mistaken,’ he replied. ‘The girl
came to me and we can’t even be sure that it was Emmy.’

‘Lies,’ the general said. ‘We both know
full well that it was her. You called her by her name – what more proof do I
need?’

‘Something tells me you’re not the type
to require evidence,’ Charlie replied, but the general ignored the implied
insolence.

‘It does not matter how she found her way
in here. Emmy Rayne no longer poses a threat to our operation. That is why I
have brought you here – to show you the true fruits of your labour.’ Then
turning to one of his guards the general added; ‘bring in the dogs’.

The guard spoke into his walkie-talkie
and moments later a door opened allowing another guard, this one holding two
Alsatians on leashes, to enter. The dogs did not display signs of aggression,
but they radiated menace all the same. It was clear that they were hunting
dogs, trained to seek out and if necessary; to destroy their prey.

The guard and the dogs were followed by
two men in white lab coats, neither of whom Charlie recognised. His worst fear
was becoming a reality. He guessed what was going on long before one of the
unfamiliar scientists withdrew the syringe. It shone emerald green from the
toxic mixture within.

‘Astral travel is yesterday’s news,’ the
general said, proudly. ‘Our latest achievement far surpasses your previous
experiments, Dr Nguyen. By using the blood from the prisoner we captured during
that feeble assault on this base, we have finally found a stable bonding agent
for our serum. Or should I say - your serum? It was, after all, you who
introduced us to the remarkable properties of the astral radiation.’

The scientist injected the serum into the
necks of each dog in turn. They displayed no physical change, but inside they
were evolving rapidly. The capacity of their primitive canine brains was being
enhanced dramatically. These were no longer mere animals. They had reached a
higher level of consciousness, but they were also docile – awaiting their
master’s orders.

‘So what now?’ asked Charlie. ‘Are you
going to send them out to track your perceived enemies? Even with your ungodly
formula they won’t survive the cold. Your plan is as flawed as your attitude to
science.’

‘Don’t worry about the welfare of the
animals,’ replied the general. ‘They will be perfectly safe as they are staying
here on the base. It is, after all, their minds that we have enhanced and their
minds are all that we need.’

He nodded to the scientist holding the
leads, which was the signal to place the animals inside the projection units.
Normally, only a human being would have the neurological capacity to achieve
astral separation, but with the psychic serum coursing through the animals’
bloodstream they had become direct conduits to the will of their masters.

Once settled into the chambers, another
scientist flicked a switch and the canines appeared to fall instantly into a
deep sleep. The same scientist then adjusted some more dials until an image
appeared on a large overhead screen situated above the main command console.
The image was being fed from an outside security camera and it was focused on
the recently restored electrical generators. As the power coils burst into
life, the canine shapes began to take form. They were like Hell Hounds rising
up from the depths of Hades.

‘You have to be kidding me,’ said
Charlie, but he already knew that this was no joke.

Noting his former lead scientist’s
reaction, the general indulged in a sadistic smile. His vision was coming to
life. He possessed more power than any military commander in history and he was
about to wield it for the first time.

Chapter 32

‘Calm down, Jimmy,’ said Emmy. ‘Whatever
we’re about to face, we’ll fare a lot better if we’re all able to keep our
heads. Panic helps nobody.’

‘She’s right,’ added Esteban. ‘We have
survived this far by remaining strong and sticking together. So long as we
continue to do so we will get through this.’

Jimmy looked up at the soldier. There was
a shift in the younger man’s eyes as if they were only just beginning to focus
on what was around him.

‘Where’s Jack?’ he asked.

Esteban turned away.

‘Jack didn’t make it,’ said Emmy and then
sensing that Jimmy was about to revert back to a sense of panic, she quickly
added; ‘but we did and I believe that is for a reason. Everything that has led
us to this point must have a purpose. Don’t you see? You finding me in the
desert, the train crash, and now you coming back to me here. And you still have
your powers. They helped you escape the compound and they will help us all to
escape whatever comes next.’

‘I didn’t escape,’ he said.

‘What?’

‘The compound – I didn’t escape. They let
me go.’

‘Why would they let you go? Surely they’d
realise that you’d find your way back to...’

Rather than complete the thought, she
turned to Esteban to see if he was thinking the same thing.

He was.

‘He’s led them right to us,’ the soldier
said. ‘It’s a trap.’

***

Hounds are used for tracking because of
their unparalleled sense of smell. These dogs possessed no such skill. They did
not require it. A much more powerful sense was available to them. As they
bounded up the base of the mountain, clearing more than twenty metres with each
leap, they could see the exact path taken by their prey mapped out as a ghostly
imprint of psychic energy. To them, the past could be picked up as clear as any
scent to a conventional flesh and blood canine. They had just one objective -
to find that energy and destroy it.

They scaled the mountain quickly and soon
came upon one of the entrances to the monastery. With their unnatural astral
view of the world they could not tell the intricately carved stonework of the
temple walls from the crude rock formations of the mountain, but they did not
need to. The life energy of the inhabitants shone before them like a beacon.
Their first victim did not even see them coming. The second was not so
fortunate. He reacted in the only way he could.

***

They all heard the scream as it
reverberated around the stone walls of the monastery.

‘Is it worth getting my gun?’ Esteban
asked.

Jimmy shook his head.

‘Is there anything that can help us?’

The question received the same response
so he turned to Emmy for further guidance.

‘What about you? The weapon that you
improvised at the compound - can you rig up another one?’

‘I don’t have access to the right
equipment. Everything here is so basic. I’m not sure that there’s anything
that’ll be of help.’

‘In that case, we must rely on our
natural abilities. Whatever is coming, if we stick together and remain strong,
we will deal with it.’

‘How can you be sure?’

‘Because I have to be.’

The chamber they occupied was small and
had two ways in and out. Esteban was able to gauge from where the scream had
originated from which of these the threat was likely to approach. He grabbed
one side of a wooden bench in the hope that he could use it to barricade the
doorway.

‘These things don’t use doors,’ said
Jimmy.

As if on cue, an interior wall of the
room crumbled under the impact of the charging astral dogs. Before the dust had
time to settle, the three caught a glimpse of what they were up against.

The creatures were more than twice the
size of a regular Alsatian and resembled bears more than dogs. When still, they
were perfectly black, but in a way that suggested not just an absence of light,
but of matter itself. It was like an inverse of reality. As they moved, their
ethereal joints glistened like finely polished diamond.

‘Are these your monsters?’ asked Esteban.
‘They look more like a pair of poodles to me.’

Emmy was speechless. She could not
believe that he was actually trying to tough talk these things. It was what
Jimmy had to say, however, that really sent her heart racing.

‘No, that’s not it. There’s worse to
come. Something bigger - much bigger.’

Esteban carefully positioned himself
between the dogs and Emmy.

‘I’m counting two pooches, Jimmy. How
many have you got?’

‘Four of them, six of us.’

‘Can you draw them away?’

‘Not all of them.’

‘On three?’

‘On one.’

Jimmy spun on the balls of his feet and
made straight for the far door. The first of the diamond dogs was onto him
within a split second. It lunged at his back and his friends feared the worst,
but he was able to twist his body out of the ethereal beast’s path with perfect
timing that only a psychic could achieve.

‘He’ll be fine, now come on,’ said
Esteban, taking Emmy by the wrist and pulling her along with him.

They soon came across a group of monks
gathered around one of their fallen brethren. Two of them were tending to the
injured man, whilst a third knelt alongside, his head bowed in prayer. When he
saw the soldier and the scientist, the one that had been kneeling got to his
feet. It was Yonten.

‘What happened?’ asked the monk. ‘These
demons attacked from out of nowhere. I fear the order will not survive this.’

‘They’re not demons,’ Emmy told him.
‘They’re no different to your tulpa. Somebody is controlling them.’

‘What shall we do?’

The beast carved its way back through the
hole in the wall. It smashed all it touched to smithereens creating a nerve
shattering cacophony, but produced no sound from within itself. No growl. Not
even breathing. Nothing but absolute silence.

‘Group together,’ Emmy said to the monk.
‘The more of us there are, the harder the creature will find it to distinguish
us as individual entities. It will think we’re a larger predator and be more
cautious in its approach.’

‘That’s your plan - a group hug?’ asked
Esteban, incredulously.

‘You don’t have to join us. If you want
to go it alone and try calling it names, you’re perfectly welcome.’

This time, he knew better than to argue.
The pair of them formed a tightly knit group with the three monks and two
others who had been cowering in a corner of the room. The change in the posture
of the creature was immediate. It hunched its shoulders, adopting a more
defensive stance as it tried to gauge what threat, if any, it had been
presented with. Very slowly, it edged toward the group.

‘We need to regulate our breathing,’ said
Emmy. ‘It cannot hear us, but it will be able to see right through us. We have
to convince it that we are all of the same entity. We must breathe as one.’

Yonten translated her instruction for his
brethren and they all began to inhale and exhale in unison. The creature had no
eyes, but instinct and memory shaped its form, giving it a head (albeit
faceless), a body and four distinct limbs. It tentatively approached the
tightly huddled group and began to circle them from a safe distance.

‘Stay strong,’ said Emmy, but it was
actually she who was beginning to waver. She noticed that the creature had slowed
slightly when she was directly within its field of comprehension. It could
sense something about her life energy that set her apart from the others.

She did not wait for it to strike.
Instead, she decided to make a run for it, hoping that Jimmy would intervene at
the crucial moment. Esteban was not so optimistic. He knew that she would not
survive for long on her own. He threw a chair at the beast, though its impact
had no apparent effect, it bought him a second or two to catch up to the
scientist.

‘What are you doing?’ he asked her. ‘I
thought the plan was to stick together.’

‘It saw me. I don’t know how, but it just
did. If I’d stayed, I would be dead already.’

‘So now what?’

‘Now we get out of here. When Yonten
showed me around he pointed out an old, disused access hatch that may lead down
to the tunnels. It’ll be too narrow for those things to follow and with solid
rock enclosing it on all sides they won’t be able to break through it either.’

‘May lead to the tunnels?’

‘He wasn’t certain. He said it hadn’t
been in use for decades.’

They continued to run down the
passageways, all the time aware of the beast closing in on them by the sound of
the destruction echoing in its wake. When they got to the hatch they found
Jimmy approaching from the opposite direction. They could see nothing in
pursuit of him.

‘Where’s your monster?’ Emmy shouted.

‘I lost it,’ he replied. ‘I came back to
help you.’

Seeing the boy filled Emmy with a greater
sense of hope than she had felt in a long time. She was starting to believe
that they really were going to make it. Jimmy was closer to the hatch and
before she had the chance to tell him about it, he was already opening it up.
They were just moments from safety when the second dog creature fell through
the roof landing between her, Esteban and the hatch. Jimmy was just as shocked
as the scientist – another psychic misfire.

‘We’re finished,’ Emmy said.

‘No,’ replied Esteban. ‘You can still
make it.’

He grabbed a torch from the wall, which
he waved in concentric circles whilst backing away from Emmy, drawing the two
creatures along with him.

‘Go!’ he shouted.

The creature nearest the hatch had moved
away, which created an opening for her, but she was reluctant to leave Esteban
to die. Too many people had died because of her and it was time for it to stop.
There was an anger building inside of her like she had never felt before. It
started deep down in the dark hole where her heart had once been and began to
expand outwards. She felt it rising in her chest, over her lungs and up into
her throat where it was finally released as a deathly scream. She screamed so
hard that she thought her vocal cords might have broken in two and bright spots
clouded her vision. She screamed until the very foundations of the building
shook and the walls collapsed around her. And then the real monster arrived.