William Meikle - The Hole

The chanting from the bunker rose to a new level of volume, so much so that it seemed to echo around them. An answering call came up out of the pit, piteous and wailing.

Weemean.

Charlie kicked over the remaining canisters, sending a flood of fire down over the edge.

The response was instantaneous. The walls shook, dislodging stones and pebbles in a rain around them. A rock struck Fred just above the brow and he felt warm blood run past his ear.

“Time to go,” Charlie said, and headed for the exit. Ellen Simmons followed him without question.

“What about Doc and Big Bill?” Fred said, starting to move for the iron door to the bunker.

Sarah pulled him away.

“She’s buying us time. That’s all she was ever going to do. And she knows it.”

He didn’t get close enough to see inside the bunker, but he heard two voices raised in unison. He felt the chant ring in his mind. It stayed with him as they fled.

“ Ri linn dioladh na beatha, Ri linn bruchdadh na falluis, Ri linn iobar na creadha, Ri linn dortadh na fala.”

“ Ri linn dioladh na beatha, Ri linn bruchdadh na falluis, Ri linn iobar na creadha, Ri linn dortadh na fala.”

The neon lights failed all at once, exploding in a burst of fragments that fell around Janet and Bill and causing the chant to falter and come to a halt.

Silence descended in the chamber. Darkness crept in the corners, and red eyes stared out at them.

Bill washed light from the gun where he could, but as soon as he passed a dark area, the shadows firmed again and demons came forward. He stepped away from Janet, obviously intent on getting closer to the alcoves. She tugged at his shirt.

“Stay in the circle,” Janet said. “We need to start the chant again.”

“We need to get out of here. Right now,” the sheriff replied, and sent a volley of shots towards the bookcase alcove where the shadows were thickest.

“No,” Janet said softly. “The chant is the only thing stopping it. If we leave now, it wins. We need to buy the others time to escape.”

She started to chant again, feeling her throat tear, but putting everything into it, almost a scream this time.

“ Ri linn dioladh na beatha, Ri linn bruchdadh na falluis, Ri linn iobar na creadha, Ri linn dortadh na fala.”

Bill looked her in the eye.

“Janet. We need to go.”

He put out a hand. She took it, and pulled him close. She couldn’t stop the chant; she knew to do so would be the end of them all. Bill pulled against her, but not for long. She saw it in his eyes first before she felt his body relax.

He’s staying.

The sheriff joined his voice to hers and once again the chamber rang with a chorus of chanting. Demons crowded all around the circle, red eyes flaring.

But none would cross the lines in the rock.

The encroaching figures moaned.

Weemean.

The floor underfoot shook, threatening to throw them off balance. Dust, then pebbles fell from the roof as the tremors increased. Janet kept chanting.

“ Ri linn dioladh na beatha, Ri linn bruchdadh na falluis, Ri linn iobar na creadha, Ri linn dortadh na fala.”

Fred and Sarah ran, hand in hand, just behind Charlie and Ellen Simmons. They met no resistance in the form of demons, but had more than enough to cope with from falling debris, shifting footing and a blast of noise from below that threatened to deafen them.

Weemean. Weemean.

It was only good luck and Charlie’s foreknowledge that brought them up and out into tunnels that were in better shape, better able to cope with what seemed to be an imminent collapse.

A new tremor hit, a big one, causing Sarah to stumble and fall against him. As he helped her up, she looked him in the eye, then kissed him, hard, on the lips.

“You’re stuck with me now, you know that, right?”

Fred kissed her back.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, darling. Let’s get out of here and get our lives started.”

They fled upward, into the light. Behind them the whole mine system began to collapse in on itself. They turned a final corner and emerged into watery morning sun, just as the tunnel fell in behind them with a soft crump and a puff of dust.

“ Ri linn dioladh na beatha, Ri linn bruchdadh na falluis, Ri linn iobar na creadha, Ri linn dortadh na fala.”

Janet’s voice faltered, her throat unable to take any more wounding, but Bill made up for it, bellowing out the chant at the top of his voice.

It feels like we’re in church. And in a way, maybe we are.

More rock fell from the roof. The iron door collapsed off its hinges as the rock supporting it fell away, and a sudden slip of rock left their position in the circle open, giving them a clear view to the pit outside. Where before the pit had been filled with smoke and flame, now it was a rolling mass of tissue; the same material Janet was coming to know so well. It swayed and swelled, like a heavy sea. A dome formed in the center, rising up and taking shape, a tall figure, ten, twelve, sixteen feet tall, red wings sprouting from the back and unfolding until the wingtips touched the shaking walls on either side of the pit. Eyes the size of plates stared at them.

Weemean.

Janet had one last look at the journal, making sure she remembered the final phrase, the last act of the binding ritual.

“I love you,” she said to Bill. Then, with the last of her voice, called out, “Dhumna Ort!”

The last thing she saw was the demon collapse in on itself. Bill pulled her close as the roof fell in on them, and everything went away.

A chopper spotted them on the side of a collapse some twenty minutes later, and ten minutes after that they were in the air. Sarah leaned against Fred, her head on his shoulder. He patted her hair, but most of his attention was on the view out of the window.

At first he wasn’t sure what he was looking at; it took him several seconds to get his bearings. Then he saw the church, or rather what was left of it. It was now little more than a pile of rubble in the middle of what looked like a heavily ploughed field. Around it lay the remains of the town, now reduced to a series of fresh holes and collapsed houses. He was going to remark on it, but turned to see Charlie and Ellen in each other’s arms in a warm embrace.

Fred turned back to the window, and allowed himself a small smile before remembering what had been lost, and especially the companions they had so recently left in the mine.

Is it over? Is it really over?

The chopper brought them down on the edge of a makeshift hospital some way to the east of town. They were headed for the tents when they heard the distant rumble as bombs went off.

“Sounds like the army boys finally got their fingers out their asses,” Charlie said.

A tall plume of dust and smoke rose over the horizon. The ground underfoot trembled and shook, and Fred found that he was holding his breath, waiting for the vibration, the hum that would signal a fresh collapse. His heart raced, and all he wanted to do was run. Sarah gripped his hand, tight enough to bring pain.

The rumble receded, and the plume of smoke dispersed in the wind.

They spent several hours in the makeshift hospital as doctors and scientists prodded and poked and took more samples.

At one point Charlie looked over at Fred and winked.

“Looks like we both got lucky,” he said, pulling Ellen close to him and kissing her full on the lips. Fred could do little else but laugh.

“Yeah. But what I really need is a beer.”