The Mysteries of the Q Files #2: Screens are Cursed Windows

Chapter Fourteen - 90s Movie Classic Gone Wrong

The group pressing against the doors was being cleared by Agent Brown while AGent Miles kept a quivering gun pointed at the bulging screen. Muldoon lay dead by the cage, his stomach ripped open and gruesomely devoured by a raptor. Others were pacing as though they could see, at least smell the fresh prey in the theater beyond. They felt closer than Trick would have liked. Brandon had catatonic. Since they couldn't move him easily, Naomi clubbed him in the back of the head, knocking him unconscious to the floor.

"Come on Trick, we need to get these people to a position of safety," she said hurriedly.

"But how? Where," he asked, bewildered.

"Up by the projector. Perhaps we can break the glass and get people out that way. Because they are crushing themselves down there. And when the raptors come out they'll be easy pickings. Plus, Conturbatio can't come in if they are crushing the doors!"

"Good point," Trick admitted. "Hey! Everyone! Climb up to the projector, let's see if we can break the glass! Mom! Get people moving this way!"

Susan shouted back to him and told Miles to quickly go up and break the glass to let people up through the projection room. Stacey turned her back warily on the raptor filled screen and proceeded up the steps. Trick might have misread what he saw, but he thought the dinosaurs' eyes were following the agent. She ordered people back from the glass and shot it. Some big men, including the guy who had threatened to beat up Jed cleared away the glass. Others screamed at the gunshots.

Trick saw that his mother had managed to get some people away from the doors and they were herding up the steps. The bulge kept getting bigger and terrible screeching noise of metal on cement filled the theater. The raptors started chattering to each other and some else let loose a fresh scream. A fuzzy personage appeared in the film. It looked human, but there was a definite alien feeling to it. Goosebumps covered Trick and he felt the fear he had in that dark room with evil symbols and the werewolves coming through the Door. The same thing was about to happen. Though he had gone through the ordeal once before, he felt even less prepared than before. They were going to set a trap, and had instead fallen into the Chronicler's.

People were clambering through the window, some of them getting cut on shards of glass, when a terrible ripping sound filled the auditorium. Trick thought he could see it, a rift opened between Reality and the world of the film, and maybe even the world of the Chronicler. The raptors slipped through like raging water and filed out to stalk the movie goers.

"Mom! Watch out," Trick cried as Susan let loose a few shots. Two raptors ducked and the other hissed at her.

From above Agent Miles let loose more deafening shots. People ducked and covered their ears, their screams reaching a fevered pitch to match the sound of the firearms. One raptor charged towards the steps and came for a couple of blubbering students. Naomi shot out and jumped feet first into the dino. They collided hard and the raptor hit the wall hard, disorienting it. Trick ran and pulled the fallen naomi away from the thrashing claws.

He heard a low hiss and saw a raptor right by his head, grinning at him like death. He gave it his own sweaty stare and licked his lips.

"Clever girl," he breathed.

Shots rang out and he flinched away.

"That's my son, you bitch!" Susan Brown stalked forward calmly, her gun only smoking slightly.

The raptor fell to the floor, twitching, a large hole where's its right eye should have been.

The other raptors began howling and jumped onto chairs and tried to encircle the agent and two teens. Susan quickly changed out clips.