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   Chapter 48 French's Forest Is Forever

The Silverskin By Rian Torr Characters: 11316

Updated: 2018-03-07 15:18

They turned further inland—keeping to higher ground—but staying parallel with the Payne. This was the last stretch before the end, before nightmare over.

At a tangled crossing, Eva tripped and twisted her ankle―but she kept on out of sheer terror. She could heal later. There was no time for things like pain.

They made it as far as the highway―where they crossed Payne one last time, over an old plank rope bridge—in order to get on the road to freedom.

"Whatever you do, do not look down, " Seven said in stern concern, knowing how the Silverkin really worked.

But, half-way across, Eva stopped, frozen from fright, unable to look below or move forward. The fear had seized her.

Breathing deeply—she closed her eyes. "Seven ..." she said quietly. "Seven, … I cannot move my arms ..."

At that moment, out of the corner of his eye, Seven spotted Draca in the water below, winding back and forth, stalking.

"Keep going … Get control, Eva ..."

"Seven I can't―" she pleaded now.

He put a hand on her shoulder―and she snapped back in command again—but in so doing shifted to one side, grabbing the left rope—causing the bridge to sway.

"Oh my God! Seven … … … … … !!!"

She dropped to her knees on the bridge—and he tried to steady her on the planks. This was not going as planned.

"Eva … What is wrong … … … … … ?"

"Got the spins ... Going to be sick … Can't help it … Seven … I'm so sorry ..."

"Can you make it to the other side?"She shook her head in serious doubt. She could not imagine moving on.

"I'll carry you, " he said—stepping over her. He was not going to leave her.

He bent down—and she climbed up on his back, holding on for her life, with her arms around his neck. He had her.

He clung white-knuckled to the rope-railings—as every step was a miracle milestone. This was the very last mile.

She closed her eyes, unable to look down—when Seven sensed Faye breathing down their necks, like phantom on wind.

Then he looked up to see the Silverskin standing at the other end of the bridge—with a long black tail lashing about—raising Ierre over Her head. She waited.

"Please don't stop ..." Eva said—but she was too afraid to open her eyes to see why he had—and he could not immediately respond to her plea, frozen.

Faye brought Ierre to one rope railing then another—threatening to cut the bridge. But Seven closed his eyes—telling himself that She did not exist—and he marched blindly forward toward Her.

"Just pray with me, " he whispered.

But instead of doing so, Eva could not stand the uncertainty of blindness any longer, so she bravely opened her eyes once more. Seven's own eyes were now closed—yet he was still slowly walking forward. But also, Faye had so vanished.

Eva looked to see how far they had come—and saw that they were almost across—with no sign of trouble—nor any indication of Faye's presence. She breathed a sigh of relief, thanking God for their safe return, far from French's Forest.

Meanwhile, not knowing Eva had opened her eyes—Seven felt Faye's fires fall from his face—reinforcing his belief She could not manifest without his conscious consent. She relied on fear.

So he kept on, one foot in front of the other, bravely throwing off all caution—trusting that She could not touch him if he just refused now to look. He believed.

But then Eva closed h


But before the catwalk could fall very far, the unkindness of red ravens swooped up to catch it—clamping their claws onto the sections above the flames.

By beating their wings furiously, they managed to hold the bridge aloft enough to slow down its descent—so that it did not smash to bits against the cliff.

Rather they slowed the bridge to rest against the face, even as their feathers burned—even as Aly frantically clawed at them—rathering in her self-destructive bent to see everybody fall to their deaths. But of course she was not Aly at all, but the Silverskin under guise.

Eva screamed, pushing Marietta off of her—who nevertheless latched on harder—so Seven's hold on Eva began to slip from his grasp under the extra weight. Marietta was neither Marietta, but also Faye masked by illusion. She was all.

Then just as Seven was about to lose his hold on Eva, each red raven of that conspiracy dove for the Payne—to douse their wings of fire—before returning to claw at Marietta once again, renewed. They were the vanguards of vengeance.

But being a zombie spirit, Marietta was undisturbed by the birds tearing her flesh apart—and she could only giggle feverishly, frothing at the mouth as she tried to crawl up Eva's back, in order to disengage Seven's hold upon his love.

Just then, up above, Faye's madly posessed Godwin started smashing the remaining bridge posts with Réescipe—in an effort to see to it that they all met the bottom but him—when from down the river arose a most magnificent melody:

'Lucky, Lucky … L-u-u-u-cky … …! L-u-u-u-cky … …! L-u-u-u-cky … … Lucky!!! !!! L-u-u-u-cky … … … Lucky!!!'

Then the skeletal Hellbear appeared downstream, stalking through the river, with Sherriff Trollope tracking it along the bank, firing at will. But his bullets were merely bouncing off of silver bone, ricocheting everywhere, not stopping the bear—and so Tony fell back to regroup.

Meanwhile, Eva began to scream, as Marietta slobbered in her ear—wickedlly pulling up Seven's fingers one digit at a time—drawing out the moment to enjoy it.

Eva's eyes were wide open now, yet she could see, hear and feel Marietta all over her. She could see Aly cackling wickedly below. Eva finally saw herself.

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