Claw Marks and Corridors

Felicity saw something she shouldn't have. A dead girl in the bathroom at school. Not just any girl, Robin Cross, the head girl. Since that night all she's had in her head is images of a creature ravaging her body. But Robin was just stabbed excessively, right?

Felicity's life is shattering as she struggles to find the truth and anyone who will believe her. Even the corridors start to not feel safe anymore.

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This is a first draft, meaning that a couple of the chapters are going to be changed/need serious editing at some point! Please bare this in mind.
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42. Forty-One

 

The farmer stepped further into the barn, flapped his hands at the birds. He made this whistling noise and snapped, "calm down." And they did. They all settled down at the bottom of their cages. They still stared out at us. The man turned his head back to us and smiled grimly again. "Well, we don't usually get our prey, right in the barn. It's a bit too easy."

I felt Ric shift beside me but I couldn't look at him, my eyes were transfixed on what was in front of me. The man neared closer and laughed as Ric shot to his feet with the knife raised out towards him. "Stay away from us."

The farmer laughed again. "Now let's see," he started and lent against the table, "two scrawny teenagers with one knife, verses twenty killer birds... How do you think that's going to turn out?"

I saw Ric's hand shake on the knife but he didn't draw back. He continued glaring at the man. "You can't kill us."

"And why's that?" the man asked and I don't think Ric had really thought about the reasoning as he remained silent. The farmer stood up straight again, looked down at the table. "I see you've gone through my things. Have you worked it out yet, how I made them killers."

Ric gripped the knife tighter. "Yes."

The farmer turned his head back to him. "Come on then, tell me smart arse. What do you think?"

"I think you're a psychopath," Ric muttered and my hands clenched tighter together as the farmer moved forward. He laughed coldly again.

"Sit down," he ordered and he suddenly gripped Ric's shoulder. He tried to lash out but the farmer knocked the knife from his hand, pushed him so he was sitting on a box. "Now that's a good lad." His eyes turned to me and my heart faltered. No, no, no. He drew closer and I tried to struggle back but there was no more space. My back was firmly pressed into the wall.

He grabbed me roughly by the hair and I screamed as he dragged me across the barn. Ric shouted and ran at him again but he knocked him back to the ground with an elbow in his face. He threw me down next to him and every inch of my body rocketed with pain.

He grinned down at us. "I must say, birds are easier to get to do what you want. Pesky children are a pain, it's why I never had any."

Ric pulled himself more upright, spat blood out of his mouth. "You won't get away with this."

"Why's that?" the man asked gruffly and he pulled a box in front of us, sat down. "I could just let them out right now, if you want, get it over with." He paused slightly and his mouth twisted manically. "But I must know, how did you work this all out? How did you find us?"

Ric glared at him, wiping blood away from his mouth. I squirmed uncomfortably, tears cascading down my face as his eyes stared at me.

"Why don't you tell me, Miss Flemming?" He asked me. I could feel my body shaking excessively. I stared back into his wrinkled face. I'd never thought him capable of this, only that he was grumpy, and took a lot of my parent's money... but this. This was something else entirely.

"Well, I really should congratulate you both shouldn't I?" he commented, rubbing at the grey stubble on his chin. "Years and years of this and no one ever suspected a thing." He gestured back at the rooks. "Who would have thought you could train them like I have?"

"You're insane," Ric spat at him. The farmer just laughed again.

"Now, I do believe you're Cedric James, aren't you?" he questioned with a cocked eyebrow. "Simon's son. I was at school with him." He nodded to me. "And your father. Who would have thought I'd end up killing their kids?" He crossed his arms like this was just a casual chat. It was anything but.

I couldn't stop crying, wishing in my head for someone to come running and save us. Yet I knew no one knew where we were. It was only us and him now. He was going to kill us.

"Of course, you must be thinking, how on earth have I kept this up so long? Year after year," he continued and internally I was screaming. No, I wasn't thinking that. I was thinking about how I was about to die. I was going to be shredded to death by those rooks.

"My father started this all, years ago. He began breeding them, researching, seeing if there was a way to train them," he said and he picked up some notebooks, flicked through them. "He noted it all and when the time came, he passed it to me, all his research. I kept breeding them, feeding them, and then, I came across a drug, a drug which could alter their DNA. Something illegal of course, black market stuff." He picked up a syringe and waved it around. "This is my biggest discovery."

"Now, I never intended to kill," he added but the gruesome look on his face said otherwise, "but... I wanted to test it out, just like my father. Amanda Carrington, that was my father's handy work but they didn't finish her off. I wanted to see if I could so I chose another girl. Robin Cross." He paused and watched my face as though it pleased him to see me whimper. "I let them into that school and they did the rest. They're stronger than before, more than ever but she was still alive. They still left her alive. So, I finished her off. My rooks took their food away with them, but I wanted to keep them as trophies." He gestured at the guts and eyeball still splatted on the floor. I took in another shaky breath and looked away from it. I couldn't look at it again. I couldn't do this. Why was this happening?

"I never expected anyone to find out," he commented, "but you two must have really kept on digging and here we are." He slowly got to his feet, he pulled some keys from his pocket. "I wonder how fast they can destroy you both."

I whimpered again as he turned around, began his way towards the cages. Ric scrambled to his feet, gripped a crate and threw it at the farmer. It missed him and landed with a crack of wood on compacted mud. He turned and looked around at him. "How pathetic."

The keys jangled in his hand again as he turned back. I could hardy breathe, I could hardly move, I was paralysed on the floor. I watched Ric as he desperately spun around, looking for the knife which had been chucked somewhere into a dark corner. It was no use. There was nothing we could do.

Then I heard the feet, a scramble across the floor and then a loud scream. Pink hair went flying as in to the barn came charging Abi-Rose. The bat made contact with the farmers head before he had even turned fully towards her. He fell back with a loud thump as his body crumbled. My eyes went wide and shock ran around my body. Where had she come from? How had she found us?

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