Derek Landy - American Monsters

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The epic conclusion in the mind-blowing supernatural thriller from bestselling author DEREK LANDY, creator of international sensation Skulduggery Pleasant.
Bigger, meaner, stronger, Amber closes in on her murderous parents as they make one last desperate play for power. Her own last hopes of salvation, however, rest beyond vengeance, beyond the abominable killers – living and dead – that she and Milo will have to face.
For Amber’s future lies in her family’s past, in the brother and sister she never knew, and the horrors beyond imagining that befell them.

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“What’s going on?” Clarissa shouted again.

Amber turned back to her. “We may be in trouble,” she said.

“Where did you come from?”

“It’s the manager,” Amber said, “the guy from the front desk. He’s got a tunnel behind the rooms. He spies on people.”

“But why are you here?” Clarissa asked, panic edging her voice.

“Clarissa, listen to me. I didn’t mean to scare you. I found the tunnel, I followed it, I heard you scream and I pushed the door open.”

“That’s the wall!”

“It’s also a door. I’m on your side, okay? Why did you scream?”

Clarissa hesitated, deciding whether or not to trust Amber. Then she picked up her jeans and pulled them on. “I went to turn on the bedside lamp and it gave me a shock,” she said. “Faulty wiring or something. I could have been killed. I’m definitely gonna sue. Why were you back there?”

“I went investigating,” Amber said.

“Investigating the manager?”

Amber picked up the glass ashtray and hurled it at the mirror. Clarissa jumped back, then saw the window, and the man behind it who wore a surgical mask with a snarling mouth drawn upon it. Even Amber jumped at the sight of him.

The man scuttled off, and Clarissa marched forward.

“Hey!” she shouted. “Hey, asshole! What the hell is your deal?”

“Come on,” Amber said, heading for the door. “We’ll catch him when he runs.”

She took the chain off the door and turned the handle and the floor gave way beneath her. Clarissa grabbed her, held her, and Amber dangled for a moment before Clarissa pulled her back.

“What the hell?” yelled Amber, once she had her feet under her once again. They peered down into the hole. It was a four-foot drop on to metal spikes.

“Are you kidding me?” Clarissa whispered. “Are you kidding? What the hell kinda place is this? That could’ve killed you!”

“I think that was the point,” Amber said.

“But why? What does he have against you? Or me? He doesn’t even know us! Why would he want to kill us? Oh Jesus, we’re gonna be killed. We’re gonna be killed.”

“Stay calm, Clarissa.”

“That’s not my real name.”

“Yes, it is,” said Amber. “ Clarissa Keeps Her Cool , okay? All right? That’s what’s happening right now.”

“Okay,” Clarissa said. “Okay.”

Amber looked around. “Move carefully,” she said. “If he had a trapdoor there, he could have one anywhere.”

Clarissa’s eyes widened, and she jumped on to the bed. “Quick!” she cried.

Amber held up a hand to calm her. “That’s okay,” she said. “You stay there. I’ll find a way out.”

“What about your friend?” Clarissa asked. “Call him!”

“My phone’s in my room,” Amber said. “But don’t worry – I’ll get us out of this.”

Stepping carefully, Amber went back to the hidden door. Now that she was this close, she could see the join.

“Can you open it?” Clarissa asked.

“Don’t know yet.”

“There must be some way to open it.”

“Not necessarily,” Amber said. She pressed her hands against the wall beside the door, fingertips probing the wallpaper. “Ah,” she said.

“What?” Clarissa asked. “What is it?”

Amber jabbed at the wallpaper with rigid fingers, poking a hole through it. She tore it back, revealing a section cut out of the wall. She peered through.

“What’s in there?” Clarissa asked. “What can you see?”

“Metal,” Amber said. “Springs. Hinges.”

“Is there a button?”

“I think so. At the very back.”

Amber put her arm through. There was plenty of space to move within the wall – the entire section seemed to be pretty much hollow. She stretched her arm out straight, her shoulder jammed into the hole and her face pressed up against the wall.

“Almost got it,” she said, her fingers brushing something metal. She grabbed it. It moved. “There,” she said, and pulled.

There was a sound like heavy swords clashing, and pain seized hold of her arm and wouldn’t let go, and Amber screamed.

Clarissa was at her side in an instant, but Amber barely recognised her, such was the agony and the panic that stabbed through her mind. Clarissa was shouting and trying to pull Amber’s arm free, but whatever had her held her tight and wouldn’t let go.

Clarissa ran back, out of view, and Amber’s demon-self whispered in her ear.

“This is it,” she said. “The day you die. Squealing like a pig, bleeding to death. Has your arm been chopped off? Feels like it has.”

“Get away from me!” Amber roared, and her demon-self was gone and Clarissa was there, holding a lamp. She tore off the shade, smashed the bulb, and rammed it, again and again, into the wall next to Amber’s arm. The cheap wood started to give way.

Amber stopped screaming. Her bottom lip trembled violently. She wanted to puke and pass out.

Clarissa kept ramming the lamp into the wall, widening the hole that Amber had put her arm through. Clarissa dropped the lamp.

“We’re gonna pull your arm out,” she said. “You hear me?”

“No,” said Amber, “no, no, no …”

Clarissa reached through, took hold of something, easing the pressure off Amber’s arm.

“Jesus,” Clarissa said. “I think it’s a bear trap.”

The bear trap, or whatever it was, jarred against the opening and Amber cried out again, but Clarissa didn’t stop, and together they pulled the trap from the wall. Amber sank to her knees and Clarissa laid the trap on the floor, its metal teeth holding Amber’s arm tight. There was blood. A lot of it.

“You’re gonna be okay,” said Clarissa. “You’re gonna be … Christ … you’re gonna be okay.”

“You’re going to die like a pig,” said Amber’s demon-self, standing behind Clarissa. “And you’re going to leak all over this fine carpet while you’re at it. I hope you’re happy, young lady.” She laughed. “When your parents hear that this is how you died, they are going to be so unimpressed.”

Amber snarled.

“Clarissa,” she said. “Towels.”

“What?”

“Towels. Soak them. Hot water. Go. Now.”

Clarissa nodded, leaped up and ran to the bathroom, and Amber shifted.

Still snarling, she brought her knee in to brace the bottom of the bear trap, and she gripped the upper teeth with her good hand. Growling at the pain, she pulled the jaws apart, and withdrew her arm. She let the jaws snap closed again, and reverted before Clarissa came out of the bathroom.

“Oh my God!” Clarissa said. “You did it! How did you do it? Jesus!”

Amber sat back against the wall, sweating profusely and clutching her arm.

“Can you stand?” Clarissa asked. “Can you make it to the bed?”

Amber nodded, and Clarissa helped her up. They were halfway to the bed when the hidden door opened behind them, and two men came through.

The first one wore the surgical mask with the snarling mouth drawn on it. He’d cut a hole between the teeth, though, and from this his tongue darted like a pink, slippery rodent that Amber immediately wanted to pound, whack-a-mole style. He held a chainsaw. Behind him came the Catching Z’s manager. He was grinning.

“Let us go!” Clarissa shouted to them. “You nearly killed her! Let us go!”

The nutcase in the mask tittered, and yanked on the cord. The chainsaw’s sudden roar made Clarissa scream, but instead of jumping back she ran at them, flailing.

The nutcase stumbled backwards, cursing under his mask, but the manager swung a punch that sent Clarissa tumbling over the bed. They turned their attentions to Amber, and Amber shifted.

The pain subsided and she could move her hand again. She snarled at the nutcase, watching his eyes widen over his mask. The manager looked like he might cry.

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