James Anderson - The Altar

The demon took a step forward and Erik backed up a step to keep the distance between them. Even as a human, this thing was powerful. It hadn’t taken on the shape of just any human. This wasn’t your typical computer programmer or historian. This man would have made a formidable human, a bodybuilder or a linebacker or, judging from the way it fought, a boxer or a soldier.

And here he was, an English teacher who had taken a year of Martial Arts while in College so very long ago. He didn’t even no where to begin the fight. If the sharp rock didn’t hurt the thing, what could he be expected to do without any weapon?

The monster rushed at him with fists flying. Somehow Erik managed to duck under the assault and slip behind him.

“Just come and get it and I’ll make it easy on you,” the demon said. “There’s nowhere to run.”

Erik had to admit that the landscape held no possibilities for escape, but something about him just refused to give up. He turned and kicked the demon in the side. It was like kicking a cement wall and only made his foot hurt.

The demon laughed. “No, I don’t think that will do,” it said. “And your Bible and your God can’t help you here. This is my domain. And you came here of your own free will. You belong to me now.”

“I don’t obey you,” Erik said. “None of us obey you.”

“Oh, you will! Make no mistake about that.”

Then it stepped forward and leveled its fist at him. Erik tried to dodge the blow, but the demon was quicker. It felt like a hammer had crashed into the side of his skull as he staggered backwards. Then he felt his head go light as the blood drained away and his feet collapsed under him. He felt himself land on the loose sand and then darkness came down like the curtain on the final act.

Erik woke up to a blinding headache. He sat up and tried to get his bearings, but everything seemed to be moving, as if he were on one of those thrill rides that toss you upside down and around in circles until everything becomes a blur. His stomach felt like he was on a thrill ride, too, as it jumped up and down as if on a trampoline.

“Just relax.” It was Dovecrest’s voice. He felt the Indian’s hand on his shoulder. “You’ve taken quite a whack to the head. We both have. Just close your eyes for a minute and let it come back slowly.”

“Where’s Vickie and Todd?”

“I don’t know,” Dovecrest replied. “I guess it took them again.”

Erik felt all of his hope disappear once again. He opened his eyes and waited for the world to stop spinning. Eventually, it did.

He found himself sitting in the middle of a sand pit that was perhaps fifty feet deep and about the size of an average living room. There were no rock outcroppings, no stairs or ladder-no way out short of scaling up the soft sand walls.

“I already tried it,” Dovecrest said, anticipating his question. “There’s nothing to hold on to. The sand just slides out from underneath your feet. We can’t climb out of here.”

“So it’s left us here to die?”

“That’s the real hell of it,” Dovecrest said. “Pardon the pun. We won’t die.”

“What do you mean?”

“Think about it for a minute. When was the last time you ate? Or drank?”

“I don’t remember. It must have been hours.”

“Are you hungry? Thirsty?”

“No. Not the least. But I should be. I should be, shouldn’t I?”

Dovecrest nodded. “We should be hungry. We should be thirsty. We should be tired. Look at my face. I should be dead.”

Sure enough, the Indian’s skull was cracked and broken. The injury should at least have landed him in intensive care, if not the morgue. But here he was standing there talking like it was nothing more than a scratch.

“You see, we can’t die. We’re already in the world of the dead. That means we’re either already dead, or else we can’t die, not as long as we’re here, anyway.”

“So that’s why the demon didn’t kill us.”

“Exactly. We are as immortal as it is-at least while we’re here.”

“So now all we have to do is get out of this sand trap and find the demon again. Only we still don’t know how to stop him. And why did it keep Vickie and Todd? What’s it got in mind for them?”

“I don’t know. But we’d better figure a way out of here if we expect to find out.”

Erik sat in the middle of the pit and pondered the problem.

“Give me a boost,” he said.

Dovecrest knelt down and he stood on the Indian’s shoulders at the edge of the pit. He was still nowhere near high enough to escape. He reached out to grab what edge there was, but it just collapsed. There was nothing to hold onto. It just crumbled away at his touch.

“This isn’t going to work,” he said. Then he climbed down from the Indian’s shoulders.

“Maybe we could make a rope out of our clothes,” Dovecrest suggested.

“Maybe. But I don’t think we have enough to make a rope that long. And we’d have nothing to hook it on to at the top.”

“You’re right. I’m grasping at straws.”

“Yeah, me too,” Erik said. “I don’t suppose we could dig ourselves out.”

Dovecrest forced a laugh. “I think we’re already as far down as we want to go.”

“I’d hate to think what’s down deeper than hell.”

“Wait a minute,” Dovecrest said. “Suppose we don’t dig down, but dig up.”

“Dig up. What do you mean?”

“When you stood on my shoulders and dug at the side, what happened?”

“I got sand all over you.”

“Exactly. And that sand fell to the bottom of the pit. If we dig at the sides, it’ll fill in the bottom. Eventually, we can fill in the hole enough to be able to climb out.”

Erik thought for a minute. “It might work. But it’ll take forever, won’t it?”

“I don’t know. But do you have anything else to do to pass the time?”

Erik shook his head. “Unfortunately, I don’t. Let’s get started.”

Todd found himself lying on an open stretch of sand next to his mother, who was breathing furiously and fighting back the pains of her labor. He opened his eyes and looked around. The demon sat nearby, as if waiting. Todd couldn’t imagine what it was waiting for, unless it was for the baby to be born. Maybe he had something in mind for the baby.

“Where’s Dad?” he asked.

“I have taken care of the intruders,” the demon said. “They won’t be bothering us any more.”

He looked at his mother, then back at the demon. “What are you going to do with us?”

“Oh, I have plans for you. I have plans for you all. Don’t you worry. You and I will be going back to where you came from. We will have a great time together.”

“And my Mom?”

“That depends on how well you cooperate,” the demon said. “Right now it could go either way.”

Todd thought for a moment. It looked like the thing had killed his dad. But he didn’t have the energy to think about that now. That would come in time, but right now he had to think of his Mom. His mom and the new baby.

“Ok,” he said. “What do you want me to do?”

“Ah, that is so much better. We can work together, you and I. First, I want you to stay with your mother and don’t try anything foolish. Don’t try to run away or fight me. There’s nowhere to run and, as you can see, you can’t defeat me.”

Todd could see the logic in that. “Ok,” he said.

“Your mother is going to have her baby very soon. I need you to help her.”

“I’ll try,” he said. “But I don’t know what to do.”

“It’s ok, Honey,” his mother said. “I’m ok. Everything’s going to be all right.”