Disclaimer-I don't own The Ring or anything related to The Ring. Nope,
never have, never will, never want too. The only thing I do own is my
character Eric, the truck driver guy. I also don't own the Hess station or
a Dodge Neon. Okay, there's my disclaimer, so now you can't sue me! Ha ha
ha! Sorry about that...I had a lot of soda.
Chapter 12-Gas Spills and New Transportation
Rachel shook her head, absorbing what Eric had said. "Because you can never take away a memory of something so terrible...." The words rang through her mind. 'What did Samara show him?' she thought, sadly. 'To only remember Samara....that would be horrible. Poor Eric....'
"Eric," she asked, her voice cracking. "What did Samara show you? It's really important that you tell me."
Eric cleared his throat, and looked at the blonde woman sitting beside him. "I-I saw that girl, Samara, you said? I saw her walking towards two people, a tall one, and a shorter one. She limped towards them, when, all of a sudden, this cold gust of wind blows by, and her hair goes flying out of her face.
"I didn't see her face, but those people did. They screamed a horrible, blood-curdling scream and fell to the ground. I think they were dead...." He paused, shuddering. "Then she limped over to the smaller one and picked him up. Oh, my God, his face....it looked as though he had been dead over a year, his mouth was open, and his eyes were so empty." Eric began to breathe more rapidly. "So, she picked him up, and said, 'Now we can be together. We can kill all who hate us. Don't be afraid, fear is what kills our victims.' Then his eyes began to fill with something worse than death....his eyes were filled with-"
"-evil," finished Rachel, not taking her eyes off of the road.
"Exactly. His mouth closed, but his skin was a pasty white. He stood up and looked down at the other person. He picked her-at least, I think it was a her; she had long hair- anyways, he picked her up and said, 'You kept me away from the little girl. You deserve to be dead. You don't understand us....you hate us, just like everyone else.' And then he dropped her on the ground, and her body sunk into the ground, and the shorter person disappeared. That's when she looked over at me and said, 'I must have the boy, Aiden. He will help me kill everyone. I don't care what I have to do to get him....I'll do anything.'
"'You,' she said, pointing at me with one of her really white hands. 'You know Rachel....' I told her I didn't but she started yelling that I was a liar. I kept saying that I didn't know a Rachel, and then she walked closer to me, and said, ''If you won't tell me, I'll take something away so that you won't be able to help her.' That's when she pointed at me again, and my head began to hurt, and then I woke up."
Rachel stared at Eric. 'Oh, my God,' she thought. 'That's all he remembers. That would be so horrible. Seeing the way Samara kills someone, seeing their faces, and hearing her say all of those things....damn, that's inhumane....'
Her thoughts were cut off when she heard Eric breathing even more heavily. "I'm sorry," he said, trying to even out his breathing. "Who are you, again?"
"I'm Rachel Keller," she replied, sadly. "And this is my son, Aiden."
Eric sat perfectly still, staring at her. "Wh-what?' he stammered, embracing himself. "Y-YOU'RE Rachel? The one that girl is looking for?"
Rachel nodded, causing Eric to begin to shake his head. "No," he whispered to himself. "That means I was with her earlier....I did know her. Oh, my God, I'm with the people that little girl wants....I got to get out of here...." He attempted to crawl over Aiden, clawing at the passenger-side door.
Rachel looked over and saw Eric trying to escape. "Shit," she mumbled, carefully reaching over and grabbing Eric by his shirt. "Eric!" she snapped. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
"I have to get away from you. The little girl will get me. I don't wanna die!" he yelled. Rachel pulled him back into his seat, away from the door. Eric began to thrash around insanely. "No! No! You can't keep me here! I don't wanna see that girl again! Not again!"
Eric attempted to get out of his seat once again. Rachel pushed him back down with all of her strength. "Listen!" she said, harshly. "If you want to leave, that's fine! But remember, now that you know Samara exists, you'll either go insane, which is the road you're going down now, or Samara will kill you, anyway. But, if you stay with us, at least you'll have transportation. It's your decision."
Rachel released Eric, who immediately collapsed in his seat. "I-I," he began, looking at the floor. "I'll stay with you....if you promise I'll be safe."
Rachel looked at him and nodded. "Eric, I promise, you'll be safe as long as my son is safe....and since I have NO intention of letting him get hurt, I feel the same about you."
Eric nodded at her, and laid his head down on the back of the seat. Aiden patted him on the shoulder. "Don't worry," he assured. "My mom won't let anything happen to us."
Eric nodded again, and closed his eyes, attempting to breathe normally. Rachel looked over at her son, who smiled a sad smile at her. She tried to smile back, but was unable too. She turned her head back to the road and the three of them drove in silence, not bothering to start a conversation.
'This is terrible,' Rachel thought. 'Eric is going insane....and he was our only chance to keep away from Samara. I can't ask him to go to sleep; that would be asking him to see Samara again, and I don't think he can take that, and I feel like Samara is getting closer to getting us. Maybe that's what she wants me to think....maybe she wants me and Eric to go insane, then Aiden would be hers.' Rachel winced as the horrible thought of Aiden climbing out of a well with Samara crossed her mind. 'Aiden killing someone....I can't even imagine that. He's such a smart, sweet boy. He would never kill someone-'
Rachel's thoughts were cut off by a snore. She jerked her head over to look at Aiden; he was looking at Eric. Moving her eyes towards Eric's face, she saw that he was asleep. Rachel felt both relieved and frightened. 'Well, now Eric can tell us what Samara's planning....unless he's too scared to tell us.' She reached over to shake Eric awake, but his eyes went flaring wide, and a strangled scream came from his open mouth. Rachel jumped back staring at Eric.
Rachel, remembering that she was driving, looked back at the road. "Eric," she said, continuing to watch the road. "What happened?"
Eric didn't respond. Rachel's stomach began to churn with worry, so she looked over at the man beside her. His eyes were wide, and his mouth was open. Rachel reached over to touch his arm, but when she came within a few inches of him, he jerked away, his voice shaking. "K-keep aw-away from m- me. Y-you're going to kill me...." he stammered, looking to his right.
"What? I'd never-" began Rachel.
"Not you," interrupted Eric. "Him." He pointed at Aiden.
"What?" Rachel said again. "Aiden won't....kill you, Eric."
"Yes he is. That girl is going to make him."
Rachel inhaled deeply. "Eric, I know it might be hard for you, but you need to tell me your dream. Can you do that for me?"
Eric looked out of the front window, swallowing. "Okay. We were at a-a gas station of some sort. You were putting gas in the truck. I was sitting with Aiden when we heard you scream. I went out of the truck to go see what had happened. You were gone....I looked all around the truck. When I went to the passenger side to tell Aiden that you were gone, I saw Samara standing with Aiden. You were on the ground about ten feet away. Samara told Aiden to get rid of me. Aiden was staring at the ground, his eyes closed. His head turned up and he opened his eyes....I tried not to look into them, but he made me. Then I....died."
"Okay, so all we have to do is NOT stop at a gas station. Easy enough; we have plenty of gas left," said Rachel, looking at the gas meter. To her horror, it began to turn towards 'Empty.' She heard a liquid falling onto the ground outside of the truck, so she looked in the rear-view mirror. She saw gas spilling out of the truck onto the road. "Oh, no...."
Suddenly, an idea flashed through Rachel's mind. "Eric, you said that we had to be at a gas station, right?"
"Yeah, so?"
"Well, there should be extra gas in here, right?"
"I don't know...."
"Well, that'll be our only hope...." Rachel took a deep breath, and pushed onto the accelorator. The truck began to speed up, and the gas spilled out faster. Rachel watched as the gas meter drew even closer to being empty.
"Mom, the next gas station is in two miles," said Aiden, reading a sign on the side of the road.
"Great, the truck's already slowing down." After three minutes, the truck was only going three miles per hour. Then, the truck lerched, and came to an abrupt stop. Rachel leaped out of the truck and searched for a side door, where a gas tank might be. Finally, she found a compartment holding a spare tire, a tank of gas and a hose. Rachel grabbed the hose and the tank of gas.
Hauling it to the side of the truck, Rachel began to fill the truck up with gas. Out of the corner of her eye, Rachel saw a figure walking towards her. Sucking in her breath, she began to recognize the figure as Samara. Thinking fast, she saved half of the gas and took it and the hose to the front of the truck. She jumped in and started the truck.
Samara was coming closer. Eric looked out of the rear-view mirror and saw Samara limping towards them. The truck started and began to drive away from the killing child. As Rachel drove further away from Samara, she decided that they needed a new mode of transportation. "Aiden, Eric? At the next stop, we need to find a small car. It'll be easier to drive."
Aiden nodded, Eric acted like he couldn't hear her. "Rachel?" he asked. "Was that Samara?"
"Yeah, didn't you recognize her?"
"Yes, it's just....she looked different in my dream."
"How so?"
"She was more alive....I don't know how to explain it." Eric stopped, shaking his head.
Rachel sighed. "I have to stop somewhere....not the gas station, I'm still a little nervous about that...."
Eric didn't respond, but Aiden looked over at his mother. "Mom, do you think that a smaller car will actually help?" he asked.
"Well, it won't keep Samara away, but it'll be easier to drive, and it'll be faster....I just have NO idea of where to get a car."
She continued to drive, looking out of the window at the passing signs. As she passed the first gas station, she began to feel a little more relaxed. She saw a Hess station pull-off. She pulled into the parking lot and hurried inside the shop. "Hello?" she yelled to all of the people inside. "Is anyone interested in selling their car? I'll give you any amount and a truck. Please? It's an emergancy!"
Most of the people began to laugh, but a middle-aged man walked up to Rachel. "Excuse me, ma'am? I may be interested in selling my car to you, if it really is an emergency."
"It is! My friend is-" Rachel broke off, thinking quickly. "-going insane. I need to get him to a doctor soon!" She stared at the man hopefully. 'Well, that wasn't exactly a lie,' she thought. 'Eric is kind of going insane....'
The man looked at her, obviously thinking it over. "Well, how much are you offering?"
Rachel pulled out her wallet and looked inside. "I have....three hundred dollars with me, and you can have the truck, but you need to drop some furnature off at Arkansas. The address is in the truck." This was true; Rachel had seen the address taped on the dashboard. "You can have the profits for the delivery and you can sell the truck, just PLEASE! I need your car!"
"Well, I suppose it's okay...." the man said, pulling out his keys. "Here you go." Rachel accepted the keys and handed over the truck's keys to the man, along with the three hundred dollars. "It's the white Dodge Neon."
"Okay, I can't tell you how much I appreciate this!"
"You just did," the man replied, smiling at her.
Rachel smiled back, and ran out of the store. She ran up to the truck and banged on the door. "Guys! We got a car, let's go!"
Aiden and Eric jumped out of the truck and ran over to the white Neon and climbed in. "Mom," said Aiden, sitting in the back seat. "Good job."
Rachel smiled at him and started the car. "Eric, are you okay?"
Eric, who was seated in the passenger seat, looked over at Rachel and nodded.
Rachel pulled out of the Hess station and drove onto the main road. Rachel sighed. 'This is so much better. Driving a truck is hard,' she thought, passing the South Dakota border into Minnesota. "We're in Minnesota now," she announced to no one in particular.
When she got no response, Rachel went back into her own thoughts. 'I wonder what horrors tomorrow will bring.' The sun was beginning to set, the orange rays shining on her face. 'Wow, this is beautiful.' She glanced at the back seat to find Aiden asleep on the seat. 'I hope your dreams aren't as horrible as Eric's.' She turned back to the road as the sun disappeared from sight, leaving her surrounded by darkness....
To Be Continued..
A/N-I know, not exactly a 'cliffhanger' ending, but that's okay. Now review! Please? I like feedback! Thanks! The more reviews I get, the faster my mind will work (okay, so that's not true, but review anyway, will ya?).
Chapter 12-Gas Spills and New Transportation
Rachel shook her head, absorbing what Eric had said. "Because you can never take away a memory of something so terrible...." The words rang through her mind. 'What did Samara show him?' she thought, sadly. 'To only remember Samara....that would be horrible. Poor Eric....'
"Eric," she asked, her voice cracking. "What did Samara show you? It's really important that you tell me."
Eric cleared his throat, and looked at the blonde woman sitting beside him. "I-I saw that girl, Samara, you said? I saw her walking towards two people, a tall one, and a shorter one. She limped towards them, when, all of a sudden, this cold gust of wind blows by, and her hair goes flying out of her face.
"I didn't see her face, but those people did. They screamed a horrible, blood-curdling scream and fell to the ground. I think they were dead...." He paused, shuddering. "Then she limped over to the smaller one and picked him up. Oh, my God, his face....it looked as though he had been dead over a year, his mouth was open, and his eyes were so empty." Eric began to breathe more rapidly. "So, she picked him up, and said, 'Now we can be together. We can kill all who hate us. Don't be afraid, fear is what kills our victims.' Then his eyes began to fill with something worse than death....his eyes were filled with-"
"-evil," finished Rachel, not taking her eyes off of the road.
"Exactly. His mouth closed, but his skin was a pasty white. He stood up and looked down at the other person. He picked her-at least, I think it was a her; she had long hair- anyways, he picked her up and said, 'You kept me away from the little girl. You deserve to be dead. You don't understand us....you hate us, just like everyone else.' And then he dropped her on the ground, and her body sunk into the ground, and the shorter person disappeared. That's when she looked over at me and said, 'I must have the boy, Aiden. He will help me kill everyone. I don't care what I have to do to get him....I'll do anything.'
"'You,' she said, pointing at me with one of her really white hands. 'You know Rachel....' I told her I didn't but she started yelling that I was a liar. I kept saying that I didn't know a Rachel, and then she walked closer to me, and said, ''If you won't tell me, I'll take something away so that you won't be able to help her.' That's when she pointed at me again, and my head began to hurt, and then I woke up."
Rachel stared at Eric. 'Oh, my God,' she thought. 'That's all he remembers. That would be so horrible. Seeing the way Samara kills someone, seeing their faces, and hearing her say all of those things....damn, that's inhumane....'
Her thoughts were cut off when she heard Eric breathing even more heavily. "I'm sorry," he said, trying to even out his breathing. "Who are you, again?"
"I'm Rachel Keller," she replied, sadly. "And this is my son, Aiden."
Eric sat perfectly still, staring at her. "Wh-what?' he stammered, embracing himself. "Y-YOU'RE Rachel? The one that girl is looking for?"
Rachel nodded, causing Eric to begin to shake his head. "No," he whispered to himself. "That means I was with her earlier....I did know her. Oh, my God, I'm with the people that little girl wants....I got to get out of here...." He attempted to crawl over Aiden, clawing at the passenger-side door.
Rachel looked over and saw Eric trying to escape. "Shit," she mumbled, carefully reaching over and grabbing Eric by his shirt. "Eric!" she snapped. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
"I have to get away from you. The little girl will get me. I don't wanna die!" he yelled. Rachel pulled him back into his seat, away from the door. Eric began to thrash around insanely. "No! No! You can't keep me here! I don't wanna see that girl again! Not again!"
Eric attempted to get out of his seat once again. Rachel pushed him back down with all of her strength. "Listen!" she said, harshly. "If you want to leave, that's fine! But remember, now that you know Samara exists, you'll either go insane, which is the road you're going down now, or Samara will kill you, anyway. But, if you stay with us, at least you'll have transportation. It's your decision."
Rachel released Eric, who immediately collapsed in his seat. "I-I," he began, looking at the floor. "I'll stay with you....if you promise I'll be safe."
Rachel looked at him and nodded. "Eric, I promise, you'll be safe as long as my son is safe....and since I have NO intention of letting him get hurt, I feel the same about you."
Eric nodded at her, and laid his head down on the back of the seat. Aiden patted him on the shoulder. "Don't worry," he assured. "My mom won't let anything happen to us."
Eric nodded again, and closed his eyes, attempting to breathe normally. Rachel looked over at her son, who smiled a sad smile at her. She tried to smile back, but was unable too. She turned her head back to the road and the three of them drove in silence, not bothering to start a conversation.
'This is terrible,' Rachel thought. 'Eric is going insane....and he was our only chance to keep away from Samara. I can't ask him to go to sleep; that would be asking him to see Samara again, and I don't think he can take that, and I feel like Samara is getting closer to getting us. Maybe that's what she wants me to think....maybe she wants me and Eric to go insane, then Aiden would be hers.' Rachel winced as the horrible thought of Aiden climbing out of a well with Samara crossed her mind. 'Aiden killing someone....I can't even imagine that. He's such a smart, sweet boy. He would never kill someone-'
Rachel's thoughts were cut off by a snore. She jerked her head over to look at Aiden; he was looking at Eric. Moving her eyes towards Eric's face, she saw that he was asleep. Rachel felt both relieved and frightened. 'Well, now Eric can tell us what Samara's planning....unless he's too scared to tell us.' She reached over to shake Eric awake, but his eyes went flaring wide, and a strangled scream came from his open mouth. Rachel jumped back staring at Eric.
Rachel, remembering that she was driving, looked back at the road. "Eric," she said, continuing to watch the road. "What happened?"
Eric didn't respond. Rachel's stomach began to churn with worry, so she looked over at the man beside her. His eyes were wide, and his mouth was open. Rachel reached over to touch his arm, but when she came within a few inches of him, he jerked away, his voice shaking. "K-keep aw-away from m- me. Y-you're going to kill me...." he stammered, looking to his right.
"What? I'd never-" began Rachel.
"Not you," interrupted Eric. "Him." He pointed at Aiden.
"What?" Rachel said again. "Aiden won't....kill you, Eric."
"Yes he is. That girl is going to make him."
Rachel inhaled deeply. "Eric, I know it might be hard for you, but you need to tell me your dream. Can you do that for me?"
Eric looked out of the front window, swallowing. "Okay. We were at a-a gas station of some sort. You were putting gas in the truck. I was sitting with Aiden when we heard you scream. I went out of the truck to go see what had happened. You were gone....I looked all around the truck. When I went to the passenger side to tell Aiden that you were gone, I saw Samara standing with Aiden. You were on the ground about ten feet away. Samara told Aiden to get rid of me. Aiden was staring at the ground, his eyes closed. His head turned up and he opened his eyes....I tried not to look into them, but he made me. Then I....died."
"Okay, so all we have to do is NOT stop at a gas station. Easy enough; we have plenty of gas left," said Rachel, looking at the gas meter. To her horror, it began to turn towards 'Empty.' She heard a liquid falling onto the ground outside of the truck, so she looked in the rear-view mirror. She saw gas spilling out of the truck onto the road. "Oh, no...."
Suddenly, an idea flashed through Rachel's mind. "Eric, you said that we had to be at a gas station, right?"
"Yeah, so?"
"Well, there should be extra gas in here, right?"
"I don't know...."
"Well, that'll be our only hope...." Rachel took a deep breath, and pushed onto the accelorator. The truck began to speed up, and the gas spilled out faster. Rachel watched as the gas meter drew even closer to being empty.
"Mom, the next gas station is in two miles," said Aiden, reading a sign on the side of the road.
"Great, the truck's already slowing down." After three minutes, the truck was only going three miles per hour. Then, the truck lerched, and came to an abrupt stop. Rachel leaped out of the truck and searched for a side door, where a gas tank might be. Finally, she found a compartment holding a spare tire, a tank of gas and a hose. Rachel grabbed the hose and the tank of gas.
Hauling it to the side of the truck, Rachel began to fill the truck up with gas. Out of the corner of her eye, Rachel saw a figure walking towards her. Sucking in her breath, she began to recognize the figure as Samara. Thinking fast, she saved half of the gas and took it and the hose to the front of the truck. She jumped in and started the truck.
Samara was coming closer. Eric looked out of the rear-view mirror and saw Samara limping towards them. The truck started and began to drive away from the killing child. As Rachel drove further away from Samara, she decided that they needed a new mode of transportation. "Aiden, Eric? At the next stop, we need to find a small car. It'll be easier to drive."
Aiden nodded, Eric acted like he couldn't hear her. "Rachel?" he asked. "Was that Samara?"
"Yeah, didn't you recognize her?"
"Yes, it's just....she looked different in my dream."
"How so?"
"She was more alive....I don't know how to explain it." Eric stopped, shaking his head.
Rachel sighed. "I have to stop somewhere....not the gas station, I'm still a little nervous about that...."
Eric didn't respond, but Aiden looked over at his mother. "Mom, do you think that a smaller car will actually help?" he asked.
"Well, it won't keep Samara away, but it'll be easier to drive, and it'll be faster....I just have NO idea of where to get a car."
She continued to drive, looking out of the window at the passing signs. As she passed the first gas station, she began to feel a little more relaxed. She saw a Hess station pull-off. She pulled into the parking lot and hurried inside the shop. "Hello?" she yelled to all of the people inside. "Is anyone interested in selling their car? I'll give you any amount and a truck. Please? It's an emergancy!"
Most of the people began to laugh, but a middle-aged man walked up to Rachel. "Excuse me, ma'am? I may be interested in selling my car to you, if it really is an emergency."
"It is! My friend is-" Rachel broke off, thinking quickly. "-going insane. I need to get him to a doctor soon!" She stared at the man hopefully. 'Well, that wasn't exactly a lie,' she thought. 'Eric is kind of going insane....'
The man looked at her, obviously thinking it over. "Well, how much are you offering?"
Rachel pulled out her wallet and looked inside. "I have....three hundred dollars with me, and you can have the truck, but you need to drop some furnature off at Arkansas. The address is in the truck." This was true; Rachel had seen the address taped on the dashboard. "You can have the profits for the delivery and you can sell the truck, just PLEASE! I need your car!"
"Well, I suppose it's okay...." the man said, pulling out his keys. "Here you go." Rachel accepted the keys and handed over the truck's keys to the man, along with the three hundred dollars. "It's the white Dodge Neon."
"Okay, I can't tell you how much I appreciate this!"
"You just did," the man replied, smiling at her.
Rachel smiled back, and ran out of the store. She ran up to the truck and banged on the door. "Guys! We got a car, let's go!"
Aiden and Eric jumped out of the truck and ran over to the white Neon and climbed in. "Mom," said Aiden, sitting in the back seat. "Good job."
Rachel smiled at him and started the car. "Eric, are you okay?"
Eric, who was seated in the passenger seat, looked over at Rachel and nodded.
Rachel pulled out of the Hess station and drove onto the main road. Rachel sighed. 'This is so much better. Driving a truck is hard,' she thought, passing the South Dakota border into Minnesota. "We're in Minnesota now," she announced to no one in particular.
When she got no response, Rachel went back into her own thoughts. 'I wonder what horrors tomorrow will bring.' The sun was beginning to set, the orange rays shining on her face. 'Wow, this is beautiful.' She glanced at the back seat to find Aiden asleep on the seat. 'I hope your dreams aren't as horrible as Eric's.' She turned back to the road as the sun disappeared from sight, leaving her surrounded by darkness....
To Be Continued..
A/N-I know, not exactly a 'cliffhanger' ending, but that's okay. Now review! Please? I like feedback! Thanks! The more reviews I get, the faster my mind will work (okay, so that's not true, but review anyway, will ya?).