Chapter 59: A Matter of ScaleMature

Beverly didn't want to open her eyes. She could hear the man breathing over her. She could hear something moving beside her. Slowly, she stretched a hand upwards until it came into contact with his face. Her hand retreated quickly and she rolled in the opposite direction before getting up and starting to run.

She could still hear him in the distance.

"You can't run forever. He's just as dead as you. He will follow you to the ends of the Earth. You know what he wants."

She knew. But she couldn't face it.

* * * * *

Suzy was crying.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't want to. It just wasn't fair."

The face looked happy, nudging into her slightly. She smiled back, fighting back the tears.

* * * * *

"Why are you so stubborn?"

"Because this is personal, Lollie. How would you like it if someone tried to kill you? Sorry. Silly question."

"I'm proud of you."

"Why?"

"Because you have faced some difficult things over the last day or two and you seem to be coping reasonably well."

"Do you have any powers?"

"Ok, avoid my conversation. Like what Rosie?"

"Anything. Something I can't do."

She started to overtake a car, beeping at it in frustration.

"Drive well." Lollie said sarcastically.

"Well?"

"Walking through stuff, the whole 'making people shiver' thing and that's about it."

"That sucks."

Rosie's phone rang. She knew that she shouldn't answer it, but she did anyway.

"Yep? What? You can't be serious! Alright, I'll call you back as soon as I know anything."

"Well?"

Rosie took a deep breath and pulled the car over, driving into a lay-by.

"This thing just got much, much bigger."

"What do you mean?"

"There weren't just four of us who were invited."

"Oh right."

"More like four hundred."

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