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Authors: Tim O'Rourke

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“We need to get him some help - and quick,” Isidor said, crouching, so he could place one of Sam’s arms around his shoulders. Sam’s black hair, which covered his cheeks and chin, glistened with rain and was matted and tangled.

“We should leave him,” Potter said. “He’s not one of us.”

“He saved Isidor,” Kayla spoke up from behind us. We turned around to see her get up from the puddles, arming the blood away from her mouth.

“We can’t trust him,” Potter snapped.

“He attacked one of his own to protect Isidor,” she came back at him, wiping the water from the seat of her jeans.

“So you admit that he is one of them?” Potter shot back.

“Look, until we know for sure what he is, Sam comes with us,” I cut in. “We can’t just leave him. He is obviously going through some kinda change. And Kayla’s right. He did help Isidor.”

“I think he’s part wolf and part human,” Isidor said.

“No shit, Sherlock!” Potter glared, picking his coat up off the road and putting it on.

“Why do you have to always...” Isidor started, but Potter spoke over him.

“Look, it isn’t going to take the Skin-walkers long to figure out what just happened here, and they’ll come after us,” he said. “We need to get away from here fast. The wolf
-
boy will only slow us down.”

“We could fly,” Kayla suggested, helping Isidor get Sam to his feet.

“What, in this storm?” Potter asked, glancing up at the night sky as it split in two with more flashes of purple lightning. “It’s too dangerous. And besides, I don’t fancy being the one carrying wolf-boy when he decides to start fitting again.”

“We go on foot then,” I said. “We find some shelter until the storm passes, and by then, Sam’s fever might have passed.”

“Whatever we’re gonna do, we better decide quickly,” Isidor said and pointed into the distance. “It looks like we’ve got company sooner than we thought.”

I looked in the direction he was pointing and across the bleak fields, I could see flashes of blue and white light. At first I thought that Isidor was wrong and the blue shocks of light were the storm. But the flashes of blue were coming closer and at speed. It was the emergency lights of police cars that I could see.

“Potter, help me get our stuff from the boot,” I snapped, racing towards the car. I knocked my wet hair from my eyes and fumbled with the lock on the car, but it was jammed, busted shut during the crash.

Potter pushed me aside as the sound of police sirens grew ever louder behind us. Making a fist with his claw, he smashed through the boot, peeling back the metal, like opening up a can of beans. Reaching into the hole that he had made, Potter yanked out our backpacks.

“Take these,” he said, piling the bags into my arms. “Now get the others into that field and run.”

“What about you?” I asked.

Potter took his lighter from his pocket and said, “I’m gonna get rid of any trace that we’ve been here.” Then turning, he stuck his lighter to the petrol that bled from the car. The petrol lit at once, and a streak of blue and orange flame raced towards the car. “Run!” he roared, as we were lifted off our feet and thrown into the air under the force of the explosion.

 

 

Chapter Eight

 

Kiera

 

I landed on my arse with a thump. Potter hit the ground just feet from me. The rucksacks I’d been holding were next to me. The sky looked like it was on fire, as a huge cloud of smoke and flame belched up into the night. Even though I was now twenty feet away or more in a nearby field, I could feel the heat of the burning car against my skin.

Isidor and Kayla stumbled towards us, Sam hanging limp between them. The sound of approaching police cars was almost deafening, barely drowned out by the booming thunder and crackles of lightning above us. I scrambled to my feet, my clothes, hands, and face spattered with mud. The ground was boggy, and was like walking in quicksand, making each step that I took sluggish, as if I were drunk. Potter sat in the field, and I glanced back to see him pop a cigarette between his lips and light it. He looked as if he were relaxing at some picnic.

I reached Isidor and Kayla as they struggled across the field with Sam. “Here, let me help you,” I said, taking hold of him.

“Help me get him onto my shoulder,” Isidor asked.

Together, Kayla and I hoisted Sam over Isidor’s shoulder. Sam’s arms were so long, that they hung down the length of Isidor’s back, almost brushing against the muddy field. I looked at Isidor as he lumbered forward, his ear piercing twinkling in the night.  His black hair hung over his eyes, and the tattoos that covered his neck were lost to the shadows. For the first time, Isidor looked older than eighteen. That boyish look was fading from his face, and I could see that he was turning into a man. But Isidor didn’t look happy. I don’t mean that any of us were overjoyed about the new world that we found ourselves in, but he looked troubled, as if he had something on his mind that he couldn’t bring himself to talk about. I wanted to chat with him, ask what was wrong, but now wasn’t the time – but when was the best time?

From the other side of the stone wall that circled the field I could hear the sound of the police cars screaming to a halt. Doors swung open and then were slammed shut. The faint sound of garbled radio messages hissed over the noise of the rolling thunder.

“They’re going to start searching the area,” Kayla whispered, her eyes wide with fright.

“How do you know?” I whispered back.

“Heard one of those cops talking into his radio,” she said. “They were asking for Berserkers to be brought in to help track us.”

“Berserkers?” I breathed, knowing that I’d heard that name before.

“Remember, I found out about them on the Internet,” Isidor reminded me. “They’re the wolves that don’t match properly with humans. They go so crazy that they either get shot or locked up. They’re vicious killers.”

I glanced at Sam as he dangled over Isidor’s shoulder.
Wolves that didn’t match well with their human host
, I thought to myself, then pushed the thought from my mind. Then, spying Potter still sitting on his arse and enjoying his cigarette, I shouted, “Are you coming, or what?”

“Where?” he said. “You know, I’ve been thinking, perhaps we should stay and fight, instead of all this sneaking about?” 

“They’re sending Berserkers after us,” I snapped, as I threw one of the rucksacks over my shoulder and the other two at him.  “You stay and fight if you want to.” 

I’d never seen Potter look scared of anything before, but hearing me mention the word
Berserkers
, he flicked his cigarette away, snatched up the rucksacks and jumped to his feet. “This way,” he ordered, and started off across the field.

 

We had walked for half an hour perhaps, when we found ourselves in a deep valley. The field had given way to a narrow path that weaved its way between two hills. The ground had become rocky, and slabs of black granite jutted through the earth. The wind still roared around us, and every so often, loose lumps of rock would break free in the wind and clatter down the hillside towards us. The sky was covered in a thick layer of cloud, which looked knotted and swollen. Lightning flashed deep within it, turning the night sky mauve then blue. Before entering the valley, I glanced back one last time in the direction that we had come from and could just make out the orange glow and a spiral of smoke coming from the car that Potter had torched. I faced front again, Potter striding ahead out front, Kayla and Isidor walking silently together as Sam hung over Isidor’s shoulder.

Berserkers I feared, and hurried after the others.

 

We walked in silence, all of us. It was miserable. The storm blew so hard now, that for most of the journey, we walked, hunched forward, our bodies battered by the wind and driving rain. Isidor stumbled on, and twice Potter went to him and asked to take Sam. But twice, Isidor just silently shook his head and trudged forward. It was like Isidor had something to prove, but was it to us or himself, I wondered. 

After two hours or more of walking, the valley opened out in to a wide, flat area. It was barren and bleak-looking. The ground was flat and covered in wild grass, which looked almost silver in the dark. Ancient trees stood at irregular intervals, and looked twisted and bent out of shape. The knotted branches were leafless, and stooped over like the elderly. Wales could be cold at the best of times, but this was ridiculous. I couldn’t ever remember feeling so wet through and cold. I just wanted to lie down. The Fountain of Souls was hundreds of miles away, and I had no idea of how we would get there. We needed rest more than anything, and a chance to think of a plan.

Then, when I was on the verge of giving up and contemplating Potter’s idea of standing and fighting instead of going on the run, he called out to me.

“Hey, take a look at this,” he said, waving us towards him with his hand.

We made our way over the uneven ground and joined him. Through the overgrown grass, I could just make out a set of railway tracks. It looked rusty and worn; the wooden sleepers fixed between them were covered in moss. It looked as if a train hadn’t passed through here in years.

“So?” Kayla asked sullenly, and I could sense that the storm and the cold had gotten to her, too.

“I know it doesn’t look as if it’s been used in ages,” Potter started to explain, “but it could lead us to a set of tracks that are in use. There might be goods trains. We could maybe hide on board and get out of here. We could be miles away in just hours.”

“We could get some rest,” I said hopefully.

“And get out of this rain,” Kayla muttered.

“Let’s just get going,” Isidor spoke up, repositioning Sam onto his other shoulder. The boy looked asleep, as Isidor supported him across his back.

“What have we got to lose?” Potter shrugged, and set off along the tracks.

In single file we followed him, walking between the running rails. The tracks weaved across the desolate moorland, without a sign of any trains, or even life for that matter. It felt as if we were the only creatures alive. But I knew that was not true. There would be a whole army of Skin-walkers searching for us already. We had walked for another hour or two, and I wondered how late it was. It must have been at least two in the morning by now. Then, in the distance, I could see a small squat-shaped building. I peered through the darkness at it, but couldn’t tell if it was a house or some other type of building. I pointed out the structure to Potter and with caution, we made our way towards it.

As we grew closer, I could see that it was a small railway station and the tracks were winding towards it. About a quarter of a mile from the station, we reached a set of points in the track. They were overgrown with weeds and wildflowers. But Potter had been right; there was a set of gleaming silver tracks leading from the points. By the look of it, the other set of tracks appeared to be regularly used by passing trains.

As if knowing what I was thinking, Potter winked at me and said, “See, tiger, I was right.” Then, he was gone, heading down the tracks towards the station.

 

There was a single platform, and we climbed up onto it. Reaching up, Isidor passed Sam into Kayla’s arms so he could climb onto the platform. I could see two wooden benches and a wooden door which led into what looked like a small waiting room. At one end of the platform there was a sign erected to a tall wooden post. The sign swung back and forth in the wind on a pair of rusty hinges.
The Great Western Railway,
the sign read.

The station was constructed of grey brick and a wooden canopy hung overhead, which offered some protection from the bitterly cold wind and rain. Potter pushed against the waiting room door, it swung open and we followed him inside. I’d never seen such an ancient-looking waiting room in my life. It looked like it hadn’t been modernised since The Second World War. Set in the wall by the door was a tiny kiosk which had been constructed from wood. Behind this, there was a chair and decrepit-looking ticket machine and cash register. The ticket office was still in use, as it was free from dust, and several pencils had been neatly lined in a row on the other side of the counter by whoever worked here.

The floor of the waiting room was made of stone, and had been swept clean. Beside the ticket office were several wooden levers, which I guessed worked the points that we had come across further down the tracks. These huge levers did look unused, and above them, written on a dog-eared piece of paper, were two words that had long since faded in the sunlight, which must have streamed through the windows during the summer months. But even though the two words were just a washed out grey, I could just about read them. Written above one set of levers was the word
PULL
. Above the other set,
PUSH
.

I turned away and could see three long benches set against the walls of the waiting room; but unlike the seats on the platform, these were cushioned in green leather. There was another door, and I watched Potter open it and disappear. Isidor and Kayla laid Sam on one of the seats. Kayla sat beside him. She looked down and gently brushed the fur that covered his cheeks.

“How’s he doing?” I asked her.

“I think the fever might be easing a bit,” she said, her eyes full of hope.

“You like him, don’t you?” I asked, going over to her.

“He’s my friend,” she smiled, not taking her eyes off him. “We stuck together at Ravenwood School. “Sam’s only like this because he tried to help me.”

“Let’s hope that fever breaks then,” I said thoughtfully. “But just be careful, okay?”

“Careful of what?” she asked, and this time she did look at me.

Thinking of the Berserkers, but not wanting to scare her, I said, “Just be careful. We don’t know what’s wrong with Sam.”

Not wanting to get into a debate with her, I was glad when Potter stepped back into the waiting room and said, “There’s a small kitchen back here. There isn’t much, but there’s some bread and a pot of coffee that we could heat up.”

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