The Terror That Came To Amber

Chapter 6

October 22nd 2:25 AM Amber Police Station

After loading up the bag in the armory Cole and Bernard made their way to the garage, the long hallway was completely silent except for their footsteps. The door to the garage was creaked open with the light gleaming on the tile floor. Cole leading the way, pushed the door open. "Good you're here." Ben said as Cole and Bernard stepped out of the smooth tile hallway into the concrete floored garage with walls lined with tools like any other garage, and a large black van with S.W.A.T written on the side. Abe got in the front passenger seat and Ben got in the driver's seat. While Cole and Bernard got in the back and shut and locked the back door and immediately got to loading the guns in the bag. "Are you sure you can find this place?" "Positive." Ben nodded at Abe and pulled down the sun visor where the garage door opener was. Ben pressed the button and the steel shutter in front of them slowly started to rise as the sheriff turned the key in the ignition. The massive van rumbled as it rolled outside and Ben closed the steel shutter. It wasn't half as fast as the cruisers and twice as loud, but it was better armored. Ben turned the massive van out onto the street and took a left, the same way he went to go visit Francis Callahan who Ben really hoped wasn't fishing right now. In fact at that time Francis was awake at home with a rifle aimed at his door with a beer next to him and all the lights turned off. It was one of many long nights for the town of Amber.

It was snowing hard along the dark road. The vans lights struggled to keep sight of the road ahead as everyone in the vans thoughts were drowned out by the unnatural howls that filled the frozen air around them. "So Abe, how did you find all this out with your son? How could he be responsible for those monsters?" "I learned about him being alive when the Nocturnis Infernis sent men after me that were looking for him." "why?" "Don't know, But that convinced me my boy was alive. After that I went back to our old cabin, the place he died. It was a bear attack, gruesome. Only when I went back I found his journal." "did you find him?" "I did, I also learned there was no bear attack, he changed... we heard him screaming bloody murder in the woods and when I got there, a bear covered in blood. Any rational person could assume what happened. I still can barely accept what happened." "You mean, your son turned into a bear?" "I'm being serious, sheriff. I don't know how but Gerald learned things that should not be known by modern man. When I went back to the cabin I found him alright but he's changed. I think it's because of what he said in his journal. He shifted into a werewolf. Something that isn't natural, a product of a curse." "You think Gerald cursed himself?" "and anyone he bites, and anyone they bite, and so on, so forth. There's no guarantee killing Gerald would turn the already affected people back,, they all might just drop dead where they stand, but regardless. They are connected now." there was an uncomfortable moment of thought at the possibility of this thing not just wiping out the town but spreading. "You got a family sheriff?" Abe asked, trying to change the conversation to something a little less grim.

"Used to, Wife and daughter, they died in a car accident." "I'm sorry to hear that Ben." "My wife's name was Sandra and my daughter's name was Claire. She was three." "I'm sorry to dig up painful memories Ben. I'm sure they're watching down on you from a better place." Ben dug his pack of cigarettes from his pocket and took a deep breath before lighting it. "I think they are too, Abe." Ben said, blowing the smoke out the window as he passed a sign. They had almost reached the lake when Abe noticed something in the road. "Stop the van. Stop it now!" Abe yelled and Ben slammed the brakes. The first of probably a dozen thin metal rods welded in place atop a metal barricade spray painted black poked through the windshield creating what looked like a spider web of cracks to appear over the glass just as the Van came to a halt. "Jesus Christ." "what's going on, why'd we stop?" Bernard called from the back. "Take a look." Ben said as Bernard poked his head in between Abe and Ben. "what the hell?" He said as Abe took hold of the door handle. "Whoa hold on a sec." "I'll be fine." "Oh I believe you." Bernard said with a chuckle before disappearing for a moment. "Take this." he said reappearing with a twelve gauge shotgun in his hands. "It won't kill those things but it should put them down long enough for you to beat it back here, if you aim for the legs, Cole and I have been discussing tactics on how we can kill these things for good." "Silver." "what? It can't be silver that's too easy. Too simple!" Cole yelled from the back. "Gerald created the curse when he first turned into the werewolf. Any preconceptions he had about a creature being made from imagination would have followed the change according to the rest of his journal. He's always been a superstitious boy, I can barely comprehend whatever power this is but I understand what he's saying in this journal."