Dead To Rights - Episode 5
by Catherine Dale
It looks like the pickup and the SUV are going to the same place.
Aurora is on the phone, relaying their location to the police.
Tia’s stomach tightens as the pickup turns off the highway onto a dirt road.
She drives past the intersection, eyes pointed straight ahead.
Then she brakes and does a U-turn.
Just leave now.
There can’t be that many places down that road.
The cops can figure it out from here.
I don’t want you hurt.
And I don’t want you turning into something bad.
If we need to find your body and catch these bastards red-handed,
Then that’s what we’re going to do.
So shut up and let me drive.
They drive in silence as the road becomes narrower and narrower.
Finally, Tia speaks to Aurora.
Maybe Kieran was right. Should we turn around?
Or wait here for the police?
Tia stops the car. She and Aurora peer into the road ahead.
There’s a cabin just barely visible around a bend.
The pickup is pulled up beside it.
Back up.
A man steps out of the forest just by the front of the truck, holding a gun.
Back up!
Tia slams the car into reverse.
The man raises his gun.
He fires it three times into the hood of the car, and the engine stops.
The man raises the gun and points it toward the cab.
Then he carefully steps toward them, his gun never wavering from its target.
You two followed us all the way out here.
Now you ain’t going to come inside and get acquainted?
That don’t seem friendly.
Tia looks over at Aurora, but there’s nothing they can do.
The gun is pointed right at them.
They slide out of the car and the man nods and leers at Tia.
Good. Damn, sweetheart, you’re not bad to look at.
I think you and me are gonna have a real good time with each other.
He jerks the gun, gesturing them forward.
They reluctantly start moving.
As they move, Aurora stumbles closer to Tia and grabs her arm so she can whisper to her.
Don’t mention the cops.
They’ll kill us fast and run away if they know police are coming.
Tia doesn’t seem convinced.
But she follows Aurora toward the cabin anyway, both of them moving slowly.
Let’s go! If that old lady’s slowing you down, sweetheart, she don’t have to come with us.
He points the gun at Aurora as he speaks.
Both women move more quickly.
They step inside and there are three other men waiting.
You boys take the old lady out back with the old man.
Make sure you dig good and deep this time.
Bury the other one deeper while you’re at it.
You can come back for a turn with the girl when you’re done.
Don’t hurt her!
The police are coming — we called the police! They’re almost here.
You need to leave us both alone!
Well. Damn it. I don’t like to be rushed.
And there’s no way I’m leaving witnesses alive.
He points the gun at Tia.
Her phone starts screaming again, playing all the tones, all the music at once.
The man is startled, but then frowns and re-aims.
The overhead lightbulbs explode.
The man whirls, looking for his enemy.
Tia and Aurora run to crouch behind a wooden counter.
A chair flies toward him, then other chairs slam into the other men.
The windows shatter.
Everything in the house that isn’t attached starts flying toward the men.
And slamming into them.
Bringing them to their knees.
In the middle of it all, the man with the gun lifts it to his own head.
He’s clearly fighting his own movements.
But his arm bends and the gun aims — and then fires.
The man drops.
The other men stagger outside as the furniture slowly settles back into place.
Sirens can be heard in the distance.
Are you okay, Aurora?
I — I think so. That was — that was Kieran?
Tia looks down at her phone.
It was me. Mostly.
But the gun was Grandpa Hurley, looking after Aurora.
And getting revenge.
Revenge.
That’s what’s coming for me, I think.
Being angry all the time.
Grandpa Hurley’s okay. He’s leaving now.
Is his body here? Where’d they put him?
Out in the back. The ground’s easy to dig back there.
That’s — it’s where I am.
Tia stands up and heads for the door, but her phone beeps and she looks down at it.
Don’t! I don’t want you to see me like that.
I want you to remember me alive.
I want you to BE alive, Kieran!
If you can do all this, with the phone and the—the flying stuff,
Then can’t you — isn’t there some way to —
To stick around? I don’t think so.
Because, hurting those men?
Letting go of my control, letting my anger out, watching Grandpa Hurley kill that man?
I liked it, Tia. It felt GOOD.
That’s not like you.
It’s not like the old me. The real me.
But I think it’s what I’ll turn into if I keep holding on.
I have to go now, Tia. I CAN go now. You saved me.
I — Oh, Kieran, I love you! I’m going to miss you so much.
I’ll miss you too. But — I think we’ll see each other again.
I really feel that, now. I know we will.
But I have to go now.
I can feel myself being pulled, and I want to go.
I can be at peace.
I’m all snotty again. But — okay. I understand.
Goodbye, Kieran. I love you.
The screen goes blank for a moment.
Then a photo flashes on to it from the phone’s memory.
It’s Kieran and Tia at their last birthday party.
Their arms are around each other’s shoulders.
They’re mugging for the camera, laughing and happy.
The picture stays for a moment.
Then there’s a bright flash.
Left on the phone is a single word:
Hamster-brain.
And then the screen goes dark.
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