Monsters from Beyond Reality (16 page)

They started searching the rest of the top
floor and the area the police had warned them not to go in, and
searched everything while checking nothing deadly was there.

He started noticing Mitchell had more
interest in the William Randall tomb and insisted in having it
removed from there – by having the windows of the room removed and
having it lowered down to the ground on ropes, where it was taken
away by a helicopter. All the people he had contacted about it
valued it as of being of little value and he wondered if he was
going to have it checked for something, and it having something
hidden in it.

He was sure that he would even discard it
before they left there, especially if they found something of real
value. Since he had been at the last castle he had gotten to know
many explorers, who had made explorations all around the world, as
it interested him greatly, especially after him finding the last
treasure, and he had started to believe there were treasures about
and he was amazed that a lot of treasure hunters and people
interested in exploration had met with him after hearing of his
discover of the treasure, and they had him recollect and give his
account of what had happened.

Mitchell was an explorer and had heard of
his accounts and had been told many things about him by the
scientists.

Bryson was unsure how far they would go
there and how it would end, and wondered if they would keep going
searching there for months and wondered how long he would stay
there until he had enough of it and was positive that there was
nothing there, and if they could solve the disturbances there.

He knew how valuable the place was though
and would try to get what he wanted somewhere before he left.

There had to be something of value there and
they were all keen to find what was hidden away there enough for
something to happen, and he briefly wondered if what existed could
be let loose on the world? Nobody knew what was holding it there or
what it really was!

Bryson searched the rooms with William and
watched him search and how he did it. Yet he still could not grasp
some major thing about him, and never really knowing what he was
doing or looking for being that thing, but he still could not
believe it actually was it. It surely was created by it, separate
from it, to carry out work.

If it was seriously dangerous, and it
started doing things against them, they would have to do things
legally against it – because as far as everyone there was now
concerned it was human – and he also thought it was human now and
that they could end up having serious problems.

What if it really was different and an alien
and could breed? Could such creatures start to take over the
Earth?

While they were searching a room Mitchell
had appeared at the door, and started searching objects there, like
he was checking if they were missing anything.

“
Do think there is anything
here?
”
Mitchell asked it, trying to get his views about
it.

It just laughed like Bryson, over some
hidden joke, either about it or about him, or something that they
had not grasped.

“
I have checked almost everything
here,
”
Bryson replied.
“
Nothing here is anything of value! What do
you think William? Could there be anything of value about
here?
”

It looked over at him, still slightly
amused, with its amused expression, and replied,
“
Out here! I
don
’
t think
so!
”

His reactions were little! If he was what he
claimed why did he not act more like him? Yet why was he not like a
twin and even doing things differently? It once had him searching
his memories of his relatives that had been like him!

Chapter 19

The Killer

Bryson stood at a room window and watched the
snow come down heavily and he knew that it was the start of another
blizzard hitting region, and watched it cover the wood in front of
the castle.

Somewhere in the lower castle he heard a
heavy thud that sounded like an explosion of something and he felt
its shudder go through the castle stone.

As he started to wonder what had caused it a
strange black figure, covered all over in black clothing, rushed
out the castle at a speed he thought was staggering, and he
wondered if he was an eminent sprinter.

Then he watched the figure enter the wood
faster than he thought possible and wondered what he was missing,
and stood more confused when another figure appeared below and
started blasting rounds of bullets at him in the wood with one
definitely hitting him – especially going by the confidence of the
policeman and the way he stopped and his various reactions.

Bryson left and put on a thicker jacket and
rushed down to the lounge and to the front door, where he saw a
group of policemen who recognized him immediately as they were the
same police that he had followed into the tunnel and out into the
wood after the killer.

One of them turned and even gasped when he
saw him, and Bryson was sure something was going to happen there as
they were getting ready to do something.

They rushed out into the wood and invited
Bryson to follow them and Bryson followed them, checking that it
was not going to turn dark, but he was sure that they had at least
an hour before it did turn dark.

He immediately started showing his presence
and went up to the front of the group to question the policeman
that recognized him, that he remembered talking with when they had
chased the killer into the tunnel.

While they scrambled through the snow he
heard two policemen in front of them giving panic-stricken replies
and he wondered why?

They clearly believed that they were chasing
the killer out into the wood, and they were glad to see Bryson
there again and knew that he knew the ground more than them.

The man had been in a large hooded black
jacket that he had used to cover his face and nobody had seen his
face, and he had shot and killed one of the policemen in the
castle.

It was believed that he had entered the
castle and police surveillance equipment, put there to catch him,
had alerted them to him being there!

A blue light flashed over the wood from
behind them and he watched it illuminate the wood slightly, making
him realize it had become dimmer, and he wondered if it was
entirely the snow falling, thick trees, and heavy clouds doing
it.

It turned worse than he had imagined as the
police were rushing about back at the castle getting ready to begin
a full-scale operation in the wood to get the guy. Yet he realized
that though it could have them out there in the dark that a police
helicopter could catch him!

The killer confused him as nobody yet had
seen his face, which was clearly covered up, and the speed of the
man was incredible and that of a top athlete. Had the guy increased
his running speed to get out of being caught and he wondered how
long he could run at that speed and he knew that the police about
him thought that he would slow down eventually.

The speed of him was the main thing that
they had underestimated the last time and that he had managed to
get out into the wood and have his footprints covered up by the
snow, and with them running after him fast through the tunnel.

When Bryson saw his footprints he was
surprised again! Though they were normal shoe marks their placement
was strange and placed differently than he had seen before! Yet it
could have been him rushing through the deep snow and through the
blizzard, and he still seemed to Bryson’s disappointment to be
still traveling at a fast pace and he wondered where the hell he
was going to out there anyway.

He had survived in the wood the last time
and seemed to know it and where he was going. If only the
helicopter would turn up!

Their confidence was suddenly increased by
the discovery of the killer’s blood on some of the snow, showing
that he had been wounded and that they had not imagined it, and
they collected some and examined it and Bryson was amazed that it
actually looked different and as though the person had something on
the wound that had altered it somehow – and he wondered if they
would trace and catch him if he got away.

Through one of the police communicators he
listened to the police back at the castle communicate with the
police somewhere else and he listened to their exchanges with
interest and heard them mention a helicopter coming out.

When it finally appeared it was far darker
and they saw its light racing over the trees, going towards the
castle, and he wondered how long it would take to reappear over
them. He wondered where the guy was going to and why he thought
there was no danger being there in the wood at night? Had the guy
originally intended to stay in the castle at night? And where was
he going to now?

He decided to accept that the person knew of
the disturbances and deaths that had occurred in the wood and
wondered if he had made a mistake being there at night or if he had
some means of avoiding it, and Bryson started considering all the
things available to him. Yet there were few and going by the
direction that they were going in that he might pass part of one of
the tunnels or there might be another, if there was an entrance to
it there.

When he saw one of the police with a map of
the region he examined it and saw that there was a small place
about twenty miles out across the wood in front of them and he
wondered if the guy intended to go there, and he thought he might
have made a mistake as if he reached there surely they could be
waiting for him. Yet would the guy attempt to get there at night or
did he have a hiding place?

The heavy blizzard, going deep into the
thick wood, started obscuring their view the darker that it got and
they tried to catch up with the guy more.

The snow glowed brightly in their lights,
from their lights beaming out, and Bryson spotted the beam of light
from police helicopter beam through the wood as it followed their
path to them, and he wondered what would happen?

It was turning too dark and he grew tired
from the evening spent searching the castle and he remained
confused at what the police knew about the disturbances there and
if they would make the mistake of staying there in the dark night
and he could not think of a proper way to tell them of the dangers
that existed there!

To his disappointment the helicopter flew
straight overhead blowing up all the snow at them and throwing the
blizzard about it, and it raced away into the distance, and he
tried to hear what one of the others in front of him was talking
about on his communicator, but could not, and was happy to see the
helicopter return and stop at a place ahead of them – where he saw
it land on an empty region of ground in the trees.

Away in the distance they watched three of
the police using their lights to search for something beside the
helicopter, and the police around Bryson all tried to see what was
happening, through all the trees, and they raced towards them.

T
he policeman with the communicator hollered
to them to go faster – now with his communicator blaring out at
full volume with the frantic voices of the police over at the
helicopter.

Another policeman eventually grabbed it and
started to use it to speak to one of the men there, that he knew,
who told them to come over as fast as they could.

Chapter 20

The Death

Bryson rushed over to the helicopter, going
in front of the rest of the police, determined to find out what
happened, and was blinded by the helicopter’s bright light blasting
through the blackness and he waited until he saw where the police
from the helicopter were and moved over to them, standing away in
the distance around something in the vegetation.

Bryson rushed over, sensing that it was
needed for some reason, almost blinded by the mixture of intense
lights and darkness, considering everything that he was up against
and attempting to observe every place at the one time.

He listened and all he noticed was the wind
blowing the trees about the police ahead, with snow blowing around
wildly.

Then just before he reached them he darted
over to them and one of them turned and shone his torch over him,
and one of the other police there acknowledged that he knew Bryson
and that he was with them.

In all the
footsteps in the snow Bryson suddenly noticed the killer’s
footprints and that they staggered around and he saw that he had
collapsed where the police were standing around, and he saw a trail
of blood to him, from him clearly being shot by them.

They had
attempted to fix his wound with bandages, and when Bryson stood
beside them he saw that he was close to death.

Yet the police still had their hands on
their guns at their sides!

By their reactions he was sure that they did
not have a clue what they were dealing with for some reason and he
searched for the reason. It was dark, within the grounds of the
castle, and they had chased a vicious killer and had shot him.

From the helicopter they had easily traced
him out into the dark wood, blanketed in deep snow.

The clothing of the killer was thick and
wrapped around him, almost entirely covering him, and Bryson froze
trying to see his face – expecting him to pull out a gun and start
a gun battle.

When he saw that he had been handcuffed
Bryson moved to his side to see what the problem was, and saw his
face, and watch heaps of snow falling about him from the pine
trees.