Kiln-fired Ceramic DM story
Pics used: Ceramic DM Spring 2005 (Late Bloomer), Round 1 Match 1
Indian Summer
by Patrick “Berandor” Pricken
WARNING! This Story Contains Adult Material And Language! Proceed At Your Own Risk!
In the summer dusk, Lake Chattawanooga was a sight to behold. The water glistened golden in the sun’s dying rays. Small waves rippled in concert with the trees, dancing to an unfelt breeze. A romantic watcher would have declared the sight to be of otherworldly beauty, but someone versed in these things would have disagreed. The lake had an unnatural air about it, all right, but it was not one of beauty. To such a person, the lake would have appeared to be watching, waiting…
»Come on, Debbie. It’ll be fun!« Chad repeated for the sixth time about as many minutes. There was desperation in his plea, even though he tried to hide it. Lyle sympathized with his buddy; fortunately, Annie had taken the news much better.
»All right,« Debbie finally said with little enthusiasm. »I guess I’m in.«
»You guess?« Lyle said, ignoring the angry look Chad sent his way.
»I’m in,« she declared. Chad gave her a supportive kiss on the cheek, and then stowed her belongings next to the camping gear on the bed of his pickup truck. A few moments later, they were on their way to a weekend of camping, swimming and roasting marshmallows – or if it went the way the boys hoped it would, a weekend full of skinny-dipping, consuming alcohol and joints, and sex. To achieve this end, they had told the girls that Chad’s uncle Norman would accompany the four when in fact, Norman’s only participation consisted of two bottles of vodka hidden in Chad’s backpack.
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As soon as Billy Mulligan had told them of the lake, Chad and Lyle had known they had to take the girls there.
»It’s Cherry Central,« Billy had told them in a confidential whisper. »You get the girls out there, give them a little something to drink, and let nature do its work.«
Chad and Debbie had been together for three months now, while Lyle and Annie were approaching their half-year anniversary. The boys agreed it was time for the girls to put up or shut up. It wasn’t any religious reason that held them back, or either of them would have respected that and moved on to a different girl. In fact, both girls enjoyed kissing, and Lyle had even touched Annie’s breasts, but that was as far as they would go. And it had to change.
Lake Chattawanooga was a wildlife resort about three hundred miles away from Nowhere, Indiana. The ride took almost five hours, and by the time they got there all four were tired.
»I have to pee,« Annie said when the four-wheeler approached a gas station.
»It’s not far anymore,« Chad interjected.
»But I have to pee now.«
The gas station was of the kind you only see in horror movies. Dirty, rundown, a place where being abducted and killed was part of the service. Annie dashed into the store and came out with the bathroom key even before the boys entered. Debbie had stayed in the car.
»Look at that, man.« Chad pointed at the store. »This place is so… small. I wonder if they got beer?«
»You can’t buy beer«, Lyle whispered back. »And besides, we’ve got the vodka.«
»Man, relax. A little beer will soften the chicks up. Then we go for the hard stuff.« Chad took a six-pack and strode to the counter in his quarterback swagger. An old Indian said behind the desk, watching them solemnly. The man took a look at the beer.
»One-eighty,« he said.
»Aren’t you gonna look at our ID?« Lyle asked while Chad shook his head resignedly.
»Why should I?« The Indian replied. His voice was old and rusty from too many campfire stories and perhaps too much pipe weed. »I can see you underage. But if you wanna kill youself with firewater, then be my guest.« Turning to Chad, »Where you headin’, son?«
»Over to the lake, just a weekend of camping with the girls«, Chad replied with his quarterback smile. It was moments like these Lyle envied his buddy. Despite being in the swim team, he had never experienced the fame and confidence that came naturally to someone like Chad.
»Well, son, whatever you do, don’t head into the Indian reserve along the way.«
»Are there bears, or why? I’ve got a rifle with me.«
»Spirits,« the man said. »Evil spirits out there this time of the year. It’s Indian Summer.«
»Indian Summer?«
The man hunched forward, staring at the boys for a moment, before he whispered, »The month when they rounded up the Indians living here and killed them all. Listen to me, son. Stay away from the reserve, and you won’t get youself killed.«
»Where are you guys?« Annie asked from the door. Chad flashed his smile again.
»Just getting a little something to drink.« He held up the beer. Annie gasped, but said nothing.
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The road led them through the woods. The cool shadows were a welcome respite after hours of driving in the sun, and the kids opened their windows to let in some fresh air. After a few minutes, they passed a warning sign. A dirt road led away from the road next to it. Chad backed the car up. The sign read, ‘Indian Reserve. Do not Trespass.’
»You know, the old man in the gas station told us of this reserve. He said it was the most romantic spot of the whole lake.«
»But-« Lyle began. Chad interrupted him.
»Yeah, I know, Lyle. We promised not to tell anybody what he said. But Debbie and Annie can keep a secret. Right?« The girls nodded.
»Still,« Debbie said. »It says, ‘Do not Trespass.’«
»U-huh. And you aren’t allowed to drink at seventeen.« Debbie looked at the beer can she held in her hand, and blushed.
»Well, now that’s settled…« Chad started to drive down the dirt road.
»Are you sure-« Lyle began.
»I’m sure, fish boy. This will be a night to remember.«
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At first, the dirt track led through the woods, but then all of a sudden the trees gave way to a magnificent view over the lake. They stopped for a moment and got out of the car. They were at the edge of a cliff; the lake was roughly a hundred feet below. The road lead down to the lakeshore with only a few trees separating it from the cliff. The kids got back into the car.
»Chad,« Lyle said, «please drive carefully.« Chad only laughed in response, while the girls seemed a little perturbed.
They got down in one piece, though, and Lyle immediately forgot the Indian man’s warnings. The place was beautiful. Even the girls agreed. The road ended in a small clearing, just big enough for two tents and a fireplace between them. A wooden landing stage lay at the end of a small trail, reaching out into the water. The girls gathered firewood while the boys set up the tents. Chad postured with his rifle, and then they all stripped down to their swimsuits and headed for the water. The boys were the first to jump in.
»It’s cold!« Chad cried.
»Pussy. It’s wonderful.« Lyle felt the cool water around him, carrying him. As insecure as he sometimes felt on land, he was in his element now. »Come in!« he shouted to the girls, who were walking along the wooden planks rather than running like the boys had done.
»No, wait!« Chad said. »Before you get in, you’ll have to do a routine.«
Annie and Debbie looked at each other for a moment, and then they started a small cheerleading routine, spelling Chad’s name. The boys were mesmerized by the juggling flesh. Chad punched Lyle in the ribs.
»Tonight is gonna be so cool!«
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It was a clear night. Stars shone down upon the kids, twinkling with glee at the happy couples. The first vodka bottle was half empty, and Chad was passing around a joint, as they all sat huddled around the campfire.
»If the stars could speak, I wonder what they’d say,« Annie said, looking up. She strained her neck, and then fell backwards to the ground, laughing. Lyle lay down beside her.
»They’d speak of your beauty.« He could see Annie swallow, and he was gripped with the sudden knowledge that tonight, he would have sex with her. »I love you,« he whispered, and then he kissed her.
»Look at that fire,« Debbie said.
»Yeah. So?« Chad was bored. He laid his arm around Debbie’s shoulders, only to have her shake it off for the third time. He started to think she was gay, or asexual. He was quarterback, dammit. And worse, he could see Lyle was fast approaching second base.
»No, I mean, look at it.« Debbie hunched forward, her dark tresses falling in front of her face. Suddenly, Chad knew he would not have sex with her tonight. Again. »
Look at that piece of coal. It almost looks like a tiny man, or a pupp-«
A sudden gust blew sparks into the air, dancing, falling, landing on Debbie’s hair. In between breaths, the hair went up in flames. Debbie shrieked and batted at her head, which seemed to only incite the flames.
»Oh s**t! S**t! S**t, man!« Chad cursed. Lyle sprang up and watched in horror as Debbie’s hair was burned to a crisp. Debbie was running left and right, screeching all the time.
»Do something, man!« Lyle shouted. Chad grabbed Debbie and pinned her arms down, while Lyle beat a towel at her head. Together, they managed to douse the flames, and soon after, Debbie stopped struggling. They laid her down on a blanket. She was trembling vehemently, howling in pain. Her face and head was blackened and blistered, and puss leaked from the burns.
»Oh God. Oh God, oh Godohgod.« Chad paced around the fire like a caged tiger. Lyle held Annie in a tight embrace, catching her tears on his breast, while looking down at Debbie’s twitching body.
»We have to get help,« he said. »Chad!« Chad looked up. »We have to get help.«
»Yeah, you’re right.« Chad pulled out his cell phone and dialed 911, before he looked at the display. »No connection. No goddamn freaking connection. This piece of s**t modern technology has no freaking connection!«
»We’ll have to get her to the gas station. There has to be a phone.«
»The gas station. Right. Yes. Good idea. Let’s get her there.«
Carefully, they lifted the blanket beneath Debbie. Her moans grew louder. Quickly, they laid her on the truck bed.
»I’m staying with her in the back.« Lyle climbed the ramp.
»Me, too,« Annie said, and joined him.
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The pickup sped along the track, veering dangerously close to the cliffside. Debbie’s howls were getting weaker. Annie held her hand and told her to hold on, help was underway.
Suddenly, something hit the windshield. Chad tore at the steering wheel, and for a moment the truck moved sideways along the track. Then, the car sped forward again and crashed into the woods. Lyle was thrown off the car, whereas Annie smashed against the back of the diver’s cab. Glass shattered, wood splintered, and Debbie stopped howling.
»Chad?« Lyle stumbled to his feet. His head hurt, and his vision was blurred. From where he stood, he could see the quarterback sitting upright in his seat. A tree branch the size of Lyle’s leg had punched through the windshield and into his breast. He was very dead.
»Lyle? What happened?«
»Annie? Are you okay?« Lyle reached the truck just as Annie managed to stand up. She seemed unhurt.
»I suppose. Did you see what happened?«
»I don’t know. There was a white shape-«
With a loud thunking noise, the white shape landed in the back of the truck. It was a huge white tiger, and it looked right at Lyle, who felt himself frozen to the spot. Annie shrieked and stepped back, coming up against the cab. The tiger turned around and took a slow step towards her.
That’s when Debbie started howling and twitching again. The tiger jumped. Annie shrieked again. The tiger landed right next to Debbie’s head. Lyle shook out of his fear. The tiger opened its maw and bit down.
»Annie,« Lyle said with forced calm. »Come here.« Annie shook her head no. Tears were running down her face. Rending flesh and breaking bones mingled with Debbie’s howls. »Come here!«
Annie took a step forward. The tiger did not react. Another step, and another, and then Lyle pulled her from the bed. The tiger looked up, its white fur crimsoned with blood.
»Run!« Lyle took Annie’s hand and pulled her away. They stumbled onto the dirt track. Lyle hesitated before running downwards, Annie in tow, towards the shore. Towards the campsite. Towards Chad’s rifle.
Leaves rustled. Lyle turned his head, and he saw a white shape darting through the woods.
»S**t.«
»What is it?« Annie asked in between breaths. »It’s here, isn’t it? Oh God, we’re gonna die.« She began to cry. Her steps faltered. Lyle pulled at her arm. She stumbled and flew against him, toppling them both over. Lyle felt his leg scraping open, he heard Annie cry out, and he saw the tiger come out of the woods.
He forced himself to stand. Annie lay on the ground, crying. Her left ankle was broken; the bone was visible through the skin. The tiger advanced almost languidly, its tongue cleaning bits of blood from its snowy fur.
»I love you, Annie.« Lyle bent down and picked up a stone. It lay heavy in his hand. The tiger watched him cautiously. Lyle took a step backwards, and another, until he stood at the edge of the cliff. It was twenty feet to the lake below.
»Hey, Garfield! Yes, you, the fat cat in the lousy fur! What’s it gonna be? Are you gonna attack or what? You yellow bastard!« Lyle gestured wildly. The tiger watched him, and then turned towards Annie.
»Oh, no, you don’t!« Lyle threw the rock. The tiger dodged, and Lyle picked up another one. The tiger growled and hunched low.
»Yeah, that’s right, pussycat. Come and get me.« Lyle could feel his heart racing. »Annie, get the rifle. All right? Get the rifle, Annie.« He lifted the rock to throw. The tiger jumped. It crashed into Lyle with the force of a sledgehammer. Lyle was pushed back. His right arm was slashed by razor-sharp claws. His left grabbed the tiger. Lyle fell over the cliff’s edge, desperately holding on to the tiger. Something pulled at his arm, and then he only held a handful of fur.
»Annie!« Lyle shouted. Then he hit the water. His vision blacked out for a second. As the cold water numbed his pain, he could see the cliff above him. A shadow was coming towards him. Jumping. Falling. Diving. Bursting through the water’s surface.
It was the tiger. It swam towards Lyle, malevolence in its eyes.
Lyle dodged a claw and dove under the cat, coming out behind it. Before the tiger could turn around, Lyle was above it. He slung his arms around the animal’s throat, wincing at the pain, and then tightened his grip. The tiger bucked, it turned this way and that, but Lyle held on. His lungs were on fire, but he held on. Finally, the struggle ceased, and the tiger lay still in the water. Lyle let go and swam upwards. He broke the surface gasping for air. With his last amount of strength, he swam to the rocky shore, pulled himself onto a flat rock, and lay panting.
»F**k you, pussycat,« he said, coughing up water. »I’m in the f**king swim team.«
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The night was almost over when he reached the campsite. The fire was burning low, but at least it was still burning. His clothes hung cold and wet to his body, and Lyle was aching for some warmth.
»Stop, or I’ll… Lyle?« Annie stood behind the fire, the rifle in her hand. »Oh my God, Lyle. You’re alive!« She let the rifle fall down in the grass and hobbled towards him, wincing each time she stepped on her ankle. Lyle met her on the way and slung her into his arms. Her skin was warm, almost feverish so, and smooth. So warm and smooth.
»I thought you were dead,« they said in unison, and then laughed.
»Oh, Annie.« Lyle held her tight, caressed her hair. He could feel her hands on his back, her heartbeat close to his, her body pressed against him. So smooth and warm.
He kissed her. She kissed him. Their tongues met and danced from mouth to mouth. His wet shirt was pulled over his head, her blouse followed. He stepped out of his jeans, she stepped out of hers. They were alive!
They fell to the ground, never leaving their embrace. Hands roamed, lips spent kisses everywhere. Soon, the fire was but a candle to their heat, and lust took control. When Lyle penetrated her, she bent her body to accommodate his, and they shared another kiss.
»I love you, Annie.«
»I love you, too.« Annie moved her back sideways, grimacing a little.
»Something wrong?«
»No. It’s just… my back itches. It’s all right. Don’t stop.«
»I won’t.« And he didn’t. After a while, Annie’s breathing accelerated, and he quickened his pace. She began to tremble. He closed his eyes, trying to extend the moment. She started to moan. To spasm.
»Oh, Annie!« He looked down at her, and then jumped up in shock.
Almost her whole body was covered in black ants. They were everywhere. On her arms, her legs. On her breasts. Just now they were running all over her face. He looked into her eyes, hoping beyond hope that she was dead. She wasn’t.
Lyle stumbled away, unable to look, unable to look away. Her back had itched. And he had… he had – he fell on his knees and threw up.
He heard twigs break, leaves rustle. He looked up, and saw green eyes stare back. Out of the black woods stepped a white shape. The rifle lay ten feet away from him on the ground. He’d have to get past Annie to get it. Lyle looked at the rifle, and then he looked at Annie.
»Well, f**k!«
The tiger jumped.
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In the summer dusk, Lake Chattawanooga was a sight to behold. The water glistened golden in the sun’s dying rays. Small waves rippled in concert with the trees, dancing to an unfelt breeze. A romantic watcher would have declared the sight to be of otherworldly beauty, but someone versed in these things would have disagreed. The lake had an unnatural air about it, all right, but it was not one of beauty. To such a person, the lake would have appeared to be watching, waiting…