Corn Stalked 2: Converted (Children Of The Corn)

Chapter #10: Help

    "Rachel?" I called again, cautiously stepping forward through the stalks.

    "What do you think you're accomplishing here? You've done nothing to prove your worth here! You're just going through the motions! Treading water in a dead lake!" Her voice berated again.

    "Rachel, is that you?" I asked, trying to ignore her harsh words. But as I made my way through the corn, there was no sign of her.

    "Sooner or later they'll see through your little act! Then you'll be sacrificed like you should've been in the first place!" The voice bellowed.

    "Where are you?" I wondered as I came to the end of the field now. Stepping out into the open next to the barren road, there was no one.
    "Rachel?!" I tried again, but nothing. My voice echoed across the breeze.
    "What is going on?" I mumbled to myself.

Right after I said this, my ears picked up another sound. And it was getting closer. I looked down the road, my eyes instantly widened.

Was that a car?

It was! A pristine red sports car speeding towards me on the empty road leading to Gatlin. In the driver's seat was a young man maybe a few years older than me, with slicked dark brown hair, wearing a clean white t-shirt and some blue jeans. He wore dark sunglasses to shield his eyes from the blazing sunlight, making him look intimidating when he stared at me after stopping his car in front of me on the road.

Neither of us said anything for a few moments. All the man did was look at me while I shifted nervously on my feet. Until finally, a smile broke out across the man's face.

    "Nice day today, isn't it?" He greeted.

I was in shock. It was another person, an outlander. Nobody new had shown up since my run in with Edith Davenport. Shaking lightly and a bit lost for words, I began to struggle for what to say.

    "Uh...U-Umm...Y-Yeah." Was all I managed to get out.

The man stared at me more with a confused look. He took off his seatbelt and began getting out of the car, the thick smell of men's cologne wafted into my nose. I gasped softly and my stomach lurched as he approached me then, stopping about 2 feet away.

    "You need help? Are you hurt?" He questioned.

I took a few steps back to further the distance between this stranger and I and gulped silently.

    "No. No, I'm fine." I assured nervously.

The man took a couple moments to look around at the quietly swaying cornfield surrounding us. Finally his gaze returned to me though, sizing me up through the tinted lenses of his sunglasses.

    "So you're just...working out here? Is that it?" The man inquired.

    "...Yes. It's my job to work in the field." I nodded.

    "Uh-huh...all alone?" He pondered.

I didn't like the vibe I was getting from this man. Letting him know that I was alone didn't seem like a good idea. He was trouble, I could feel it.

    "I'm not alone. There are others working in the field with me." I lied.

The stranger pressed his mouth into a tight line. It was then that he raised a hand and removed his sunglasses, revealing a pair of golden eyes underneath. They seared through me like hot embers. Clearly, I wasn't a good lier....

    "Where?" He interrogated in a hushed, unconvinced tone.

My mouth fell open, taken aback by the sudden authority in his voice.