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Subject: Doctor Who, Jesse and Jeremy 147 “This is Carl Kolchak here. Donate or the monsters will get us! And we or it will be no more!” http://donate./donate.html Dedicated to Darren McGavin…Kolchak: the Night Stalker https://www.youtube/watch?v=34JH0A5D_E4 THE HARD RIDER (another sting) OF DEATH Part 3 The Brig pulled Bessie to a stop, just past the shooter. As he did, a UNIT truck arrived, incognito. Five UNIT men came out. “Sergeant Yeats, see if that man has a permit for that rifle.” “Yes sir.” “Now, then,” the Brig started to say as he turned toward Grayson. The boy was running full speed for the restaurant. “HEY!” The Brig dropped his shoulders. “Why not?” He took out his pistol, thought better of it, and holstered it. He started to move toward the restaurant. A presence stopped him. “Sir?” “Yes, sergeant?” “Orders, sir?” “Follow me, keep the men out here to keep civilians back and try not to shoot anything while I’m gone. Not in that order. Understand, sergeant?” “Yes, sir.” Grayson ignored the remnants of firecrackers, sparkler sticks, burnt paper, and other signs of yesterday’s Fourth of July celebrations. He thought it was just his imagination that some of them still seemed hot or warm. Maybe, it was just the sun drenching them in its goodness, even though the fields of rising smoke set up a dense dark cloud covering. The sun kept shining through. It was one of those summers where nothing could put a dent in the fine wash of sunlight. His bare feet felt the fourth but he ignored it and kept at it until he hopped into the restaurant through one of the broken windows. Most of the glass had shattered inward where the deer came in. “Don’t move,” the Doctor snapped in as quiet a voice as he could. What Grayson saw amazed him. Using his fingers, the Doctor was making circular motions on the deer’s hide, gently. With his other hand, he was backing the motions with a kind of cup of his hand. The deer was licking the Doctor’s face. Licking. It stopped to look at Grayson and he could swear the deer made a face at him. “He’s okay.” The deer resumed licking the Doctor’s cheek. Grayson’s eyes went wide. “We’re friends now, aren’t we?” “Yeah…ahh,” Grayson started to say but then realized the Doctor meant the deer. “Grayson, I need you tell the hu…people out there that we’re coming out now and they’re not to shoot at us…” Grayson smiled. He turned to the window he just came through. “We’re coming out now,” he said slowly and deliberately. He waved his arms in the air. “Do NOT shoot.” He turned back to the Doctor to tell him but saw the Doctor whispering into the deer’s right ear. The deer sauntered away from the Doctor, stopped at Grayson’s side, turned back to look at the Doctor, who nodded approvingly. The deer looked at Grayson and seemed to smile. SMILE! Grayson was amazed and stood still on the spot. The deer turned and jumped clear out the window. It ran off to the amazement of the crowd outside. From his jacket, the Doctor took out a small device that was lighting up and blinking from a small bubble on its surface. “What is that?” “I’d like to know as well.” The Brig appeared at the window. “Blocks any radar signals from that huge thing we saw.” “Huge thing?” Grayson asked. “The radar rig at Montauk. I think that when it’s turned on, it causes animals and teens to go a bit…wild in the head. I’m not entirely sure how it works yet but I don’t think that’s the purpose of those that built it. I think it’s just a side effect. Messes with the nerves in the brain, making sedate teens and docile animals…” From outside they heard screams. The Brig turned toward the area that the continued screams emanated from. “…hostile?” “YES!” The Doctor patted Grayson’s shoulder and jumped out the window in a single leap. After he tossed the device to the Brig, Grayson put a hand on the sill that was free of glass. He used that to leverage himself out the window. He ran after the Doctor. They could see in a moment what was happening. A blue pick-up truck with an open back held two young girls, a small boy, and two older women sitting in it. The driver and her children was inside and on the front seat, looking back and screaming, too. Menacing the families in the back were two large, bare back, black horses. Hooves were reaching into the back drop-door, which gave quickly. The horses seemed to want to jump into the truck. Hooves began to menace the families as they searched for a way out of the truck. The first horse kept at it but the other one kept moving at the family, following any member that tried to attempt to get out of the truck from the side. Grayson moved to the horse on the side and touched its back. The Doctor yelped, “Grayson, be careful!” “I know what I’m doing, Doctor!” Grayson moved to the horse’s neck with his hands. The thing turned at him, teeth bared. It turned at him, leaving his hands free. Grayson ducked under it and touched the horse’s neck but it moved to turn its butt to him. “Hey, boy, I don’t want your butt. I want someone else’s.” The Brig ran to the area and pulled his gun but thought better of it. He also nodded for the Sergeant to put his away. “No one shoot.” Grayson moved inward and avoided the horse’s butt and a kick. He smacked his hands down on the horse’s side and turned his body sideways. The horse moved to him again and turned its front. He stayed on the side and kept his hands on the horse. He then moved his hands to the butt area and scratched just above the tail. The horse seemed to calm down. When Grayson had the horse under his control, he looked at the Doctor. “No horse’s ass, that boy.” He smiled. The Doctor had his hands scratching the other horse’s neck by now. He had pulled it off the truck, to the families’ relief. The ones in the driver’s front seat, came out to see if their friends were all right. One woman, who was from the back and who was menaced the most, kept saying over and over again, “We don’t know where they came from. They just came out of the wood and attacked us.” Both Grayson and the Doctor wished she’d shut up. “Why would horses do that? We weren’t doing anything to them! They should be put down, shot and…sirs, bring your weapons over here and do the deed…so I can…” bursa yabancı escort “Mam, begging your pardon, mam,” Grayson snapped. “Do shut up.” “Well, I never…” “You must have. You have children.” Grayson shrugged. “We’re adopted.” One of the girls in the back of the truck, informed him. “Ahh, that explains a lot. You’re right. You’ve never.” Grayson looked at the Doctor and shrugged. The Doctor gave him a half-nod and a disapproving but mischievous glance as if he did, indeed, approve. “Miss, my friend meant no harm…” “Why’d you call me, Miss? Do I look single?” “Yup,” Grayson said. “Let’s go,” the woman said, in a rage. She looked at the driver, who, after it was safe, of course, had come out of the front and asked if everyone was all right. “I’m fine! Let’s go!” “There, there, you’ll be all right, too, won’t you.” Grayson petted the front of the horse, under the neck and along the mane. The Doctor came to him and had the other horse by his side. “That was amazing.” “Ditto, you.” Grayson smiled a wide grin. “Doctor…” The Brig started to stride over to them. He had the device in his hands. “Why didn’t this thing stop the mustangs?” “They’re Fresians, aren’t they?” “I believe so,” the Doctor said and looked at the approaching Brig. “Thing’s not big enough, I suppose.” From afar, the Brig kept talking. “Is it not big enough? Doctor, we have to contact the White House and…” “Oh, dear. The Brigadier will me to address the Cabinet, have lunch at Downing Street, dinner at the Palace, and write seventeen reports in triplicate. Well, I won’t do it. I won’t, I won’t, I won’t.” “Wanna?” Grayson nodded to his horse and then to the Doctor’s. “No…” “Let’s. If you wanna?” As the Brig arrived, the Doctor jumped up onto his horse, “…wanna get outta here? Sure, do.” As Grayson put his hand out, the Doctor helped Grayson onto the other horse and they rode off toward the vast woodland. “Doctor!” The Brig frustrated. “Doctor, come back at once.” Yeats and an older man came to his side. “The store owner, sir…” “Thanks for getting the deer out,” the older gentleman told the Brig. “You’re welcome,” the Brig acknowledged. “But it wasn’t me. It was the Doctor.” “Doctor? Doctor where?” The man asked. The Doctor and Grayson rode through the woods on a clear path but with many trees overhead. The sky seemed to be clearing, the smog from the Fourth of July lifting somewhat. There was still a sort of dark tinge to it but it wasn’t as strong as before and the sun shone through, overtaking the dark of the morning sky. https://www.youtube/watch?v=I3eE2E4n1Y8 https://www.youtube/watch?v=ttQS_iahN5s As they rode and enjoyed each other’s company, Grayson pointed up to the clouds, “…time a Time Lord spent some time smelling the roses…look at the sun, see the clouds turn to faces in the sky…” “In my experiences, faces in the sky usually means trouble.” “Shhh,” Grayson said as he made his horse go slow by pressing his thighs on the animal. “You’re very good bareback.” “Yes, we were awake all night.” The Doctor laughed. “That’s not what I meant.” “Close your sad, sad eyes. We will be safe and sound.” Grayson began to sing his own song. “We should be getting back.” “So soon? Don’t you like my singing?” “I love your singing but…” He wanted to calm the Doctor. “You need a break.” “People could die.” “People die all the time. You can’t save them all but without a small break once in a while, you’ll not be able to save as many as you always do.” “Just come with me for a little ride, daydreaming lightly through the rain.” As he sang, the Doctor looked at him and laughed. It started to fall. Rain. It was only a short summer drizzle. A summer shower as the light from the sun shone through the trees, the water slicked down Grayson’s mostly bare body, making his skin shiny and brighter than it was. The Doctor’s hair was slicking back and he put his face up to the sky as the rain washed it. It felt good, he had to admit. It wasn’t cold and it was refreshing. He turned to look at Grayson, who smiled at him as he sang. “Seems we are a thousand miles away…from last night. As you sigh in my ear. Kiss the rain goodbye.” The summer shower was over as quickly as it started. They would soon be dried off by the fast acting summer heat. The stillness in the air was not unnerving for once, the Doctor thought. He felt he could breath. The birds chirped some. The wind was almost non-existent but it blew some leaves gently across their path as they rode. Even the horses seemed content. A brisk trot. A gallop. A trot. Taking it easy. “It’s gonna be all right, just breathe.” The Doctor nodded his acknowledgement of that to Grayson. They rode along a more open field area that branched out to more woods and then finally, a cliff side. The cliff overlooked the Atlantic Ocean. It all looked so peaceful and pleasant. Two seagulls flew from the surface, making distant sounds. “Come away with me, it’s gonna be all right, you’ll see. The sky’s getting brighter with every mile and it all seems clear.” “Come away with me.” An old woman lived in a summer home atop the cliff and ran a small farm. She looked out the window. She saw the Doctor and Grayson riding. “Yes, mam?” “I wanted to report a man dressed in funny clothes riding bare back on a horse with a bare boy.” “Mam?” “A bare…” “Mam, is that man riding bareback on the boy?” “No! That’s not what I said.” “What are you saying, mam?” “The funny man is on a horse, bare back.” “The funny man or the horse, mam?” “They are riding bare back.” “They, mam?” “The bareback…the nearly bare boy!” “No need to get excited, mam. This funny man…is he touching the nearly bare boy?” “No, but…” “Then, mam, a crime has not been committed.” “Yes, but it…” “This line is just for crimes, mam. Call back if you see anyone bare touching anyone else bare who’s not of age, mam.” “I will.” Click. When the horses tired, they took the Doctor and Grayson to a large modern building, all brown and wooden. It was the area they broke out of. Grayson could see the spot where the two broke out of the fence. He was wide eyed that these two gentle creatures, big as they are, could bursa sınırsız escort do such damage. The women who greeted the two of them, took the horses from them using straps that they had to place around the horses’ head and neck. They were incredulous that the animals let the two of them ride them bareback. Grayson looked at the two women. “You should really let them run free without all the gear on once in a while. They love it.” “It’s funny,” one of the women said, “I was thinking of trying them out like that.” “Don’t give up on that idea,” the Doctor said, “…just because they broke free. They couldn’t help it. They needed it to happen. Besides, something in the air made them do it.” “Do you want a ride back?” “No,” Grayson said, “We’ll walk back but thanks.” The walk back was just as calming as the ride to the stables. The Doctor emerged from the woods with Grayson, both looking, to the Brig’s surprise, energized rather than tired, from their walk. The Doctor stretched. “Loved that nature walk but I do so love the summer smell of tarred street after a brisk and light refreshing rain.” “Doctor, I forgot to tell you…” Back at Bessie, the Doctor asked, “HE WHAT?!!!” “I…I’m sorry, Doctor. I thought you knew or would have guessed. That young blond of yours…” Grayson asked, “Which one?” And folded his arms. “Jeremy. He must have taken off in the wee hours of the night with my jeep.” “He what?” “Doctor, do stop saying that? I just didn’t think much of it, really. I trust you. You trust him. It’s really the only reason I trusted you to drive us in this antique.” “Don’t insult Bessie,” Grayson said. “Don’t insult the Brigadier,” the Doctor chided Grayson. Grayson pulled a face at them both, separately. The Doctor sighed. “He had a marvelous head start on us.” “Why are you concerned? Is Jeremy in any danger?” The Brig asked as he opened Bessie’s door for Grayson to get in the back. The Brig noticed the boy’s butt cheeks peeking out of the speedo. He tried to look away. “Considerable danger.” “Where’s he gone?” Grayson asked as the two men sat into the front seats. “That’s what we have to try to find out.” (SOUNDTRACK: DOCTOR WHO NEW SERIES SEASON 3: BOE) https://www.youtube/watch?v=hwRVRdRiCmY It was a huge area that was neat, clean, and appeared to have been cut out of the middle of a thick set of trees. The surrounding areas shielded it from the outside world. Inside, it has its own roads and a serene quality. The woods held large trees, some felled by storms of the past, a few having signs of thick black lightning strike residue. The front had a split road. As he drove, he approached the entrance of the Shrine, greeted by a beautiful statue of the Founder of the Company of Mary, St. Louis Marie de Montfort. Jeremy stopped the Brig’s jeep and stepped out. He wore a simple brown shirt, simple brown shorts, and bright aqua marine sneaker with some purple on them. The shirt was a bit short for him. He pulled it down. He walked the Stations of the Cross. He thought he’d feel something…like when he was a child. A feeling of tingling or spirituality. After all, he met the real Jesus. He hurried through the stations, stopping only briefly. There were not many people around. A blond woman walked her medium sized, white fluffy haired dog. There were some people up the many levels of steps that led to the statues of Jesus and the two criminals on the crosses. Two older men, an old woman, a middle aged woman, and a little girl. They were, except for one of the older men, dressed for summer. The other man was in a suit jacket and full suit. Jeremy moved past the tomb and the models of the two soldiers who witnessed Jesus’s resurrection. He found the Rosary Walk and found it went in a complete circle. Throughout the entire walk and the stations were tiny plaques that were memorials to members of families that passed on, given by surviving members of family. Jeremy thought this was nice. He also wondered if anyone here was in danger. He knew they were. Where was it? Why would it come here? https://www.youtube/watch?v=bZSrAAYzbWc He wanted to feel the spirit of the place but he couldn’t. He was not sure why. He tried to stir it up in himself but it would not happen. Perhaps it was the threat of eminent death that worried him that blocked it. He tried the gift shop and the coffee shop, getting a P and J pastry. The people that worked both places were nice enough. As he went out of the coffee shop, he sat on a bench and saw two people, middle aged, a short haired blond lady and an older man caring for the bushes at a corner of the grass of one of the chapels across from the store and coffee shop. He wasn’t sure if it was something from his upbringing or if he was just uneasy but something made him want to judge these people. He felt this sort of piousness that to him, now, seemed fake. Who was he to judge? he thought. Everyone had to do what they felt in order to worship or find God. He shrugged. The smells of the chapel and even that gift shop and the man-made dogma made him bristle. To him, God was much more than any of that. Not full of rules. Love one another. That was all we had to do. It would make this world a better place rather than the war filled, hatred spouting, polluted mess we had made it. He spotted two nuns, one, the older of the two, in full nun dress, habit and all, and one not. They talked another language as they emerged from the chapel and headed for the car park. He wondered if they were speaking Latin. Then, he thought about the TARDIS. Why wasn’t it translating for him? He should understand what the nuns were saying but …he didn’t. Was it the thing’s influence? It must already be here, he thought. He stood up. He knew where. Before heading toward the tomb, he had some more thoughts but was not sure where they came from. It was up to all of us to choose. If someone found faith in piousness and in lots of rules and regulations, then they should not be judged but they should not judge either. But he knew being around such people made him less spiritual and not more. There was a time he put faith in such things and God did honor it. It made him feel better. But now, he had to find God görükle escort in the faith of just knowing and not in dogma. Still, it was a nice day. Sunshine-y day. Back home, the Doctor checked the computers. To Jesse’s suggestion, he tried some telepathic listening to see if he could pick up or even send to Jeremy. No luck. Now, his hands sped over the keyboards, which bored the Brig but amazed both Jesse and Grayson, who shared their looks of amazement with each other. Jesse put an arm around Grayson’s back, which was still bare. He hadn’t changed since their return. “Nothing. Whatever this thing is that made him do this…possessed or fanatical devotion to stop this thing on his own using love and sensibility…it made him erase or he erased all traces of his tracks. And only an expert can do that.” “Jeremy’s good at computers but not that good,” Jesse declared. “Exactly.” The Doctor bit his lower lip. “Now what?” The Brig was behind them, answering a call on his radio. He put it away. He came forward. “Doctor, I don’t know if this is important but…” “Everything’s important, Brigadier, what is it?” “…that first victim. The motorcycle man. What was his name?” “Moe. Izzy to his friends?” “Yes, yes. Well, Sergeant Yeats just received word from our UNIT investigators that neighbors in…” he put his mouth to the radio, “Sayville, Sergeant?” He nodded, “…Sayville…” “That’s the same town as the Bunkhouse, I think,” Jesse added. “Yes,” the Doctor said. “Go on…” “He was squatting in a house. Neighbors noticed the motorcycle. Then, they thought two different people were using the same motorcycle. Do you suppose you can find any clues to…oh!” The Doctor came up to the Brig and kissed him on the cheek. “Brigadier, I freaking love you!” He ran to the door, his coat tail flapping, “Jesse! With me!” Jesse ran after him and out. As Grayson ran out the doorway, he heard the Doctor yell back, “And Grayson, you stay here, get washed and dressed. Your feet are very dirty. Keep the Brig company or return to your song writing. You have a great career!” Grayson stopped short. He screwed up his face to show he was annoyed but the Doctor and Jesse were already out of the room. The Brig noticed, however. Should he follow the Doctor this time? The Brig pointed with his right arm extended and his pointer finger on his left hand to the door to the shower. Grayson frowned. It was then he noticed the Brig touching the cheek the Doctor kissed with his right hand. Grayson put his hands on hips. “Never kissed you before, has he?” “Of course, he has. In his tenth…” “He was ten?” Grayson smiled. “Ten? Why, no, he wasn’t…” The Brig screwed up his mouth. “You know what I meant, didn’t you?” He smiled. “Telepathic?” “A bit. You?” The Brig shrugged. “No. Just happy to be kissed by him. I guess. It’s odd. All these years.” “I’d better go change.” “Yes, please do.” (KOLCHAK THE NIGHT STALKER Ripper soundtrack track 14—but take your pick of any creepy music on the soundtrack) https://www.youtube/watch?v=qRtDxDmX2kQ others took a bit to get off their hands and knees. The thing looked at them for a second and seemed to smile—or at least that was what Jeremy felt it was doing. Jeremy flaunted himself closer to the thing, presenting his body with his hands moving p and down his sides. “Leave them alone! It’s me you want!” As the elderly, tired, and handicapped tourists moved off…ever so slowly, Jeremy moved up to the thing, mesmerizing it with his stare. He lifted his shirt up to his pectorals to reveal his hard rock abs and taut nipples. “C’mon!” Then, he turned and ran for his life again. As he fled, he notice a mini bike at the entrance to the Outdoor Rosary Walk. It was orange but he could not afford to be picky. “Thank God!” He gasped as he saw the keys left in it. Probably belonged to a handicapped person. “Forgive me, too!” He knew he had to lure this thing away from the innocent people. He tore the mini bike up through one side of the sprinklers into the Rosary Walk. http://1.bp.blogspot/_WbpvfB-b2Wk/TRFZVriDZLI/AAAAAAAAAQA/X-n0PBwgYJc/s1600/fatima.jpg http://ourladyoftheisland/About/Galleries/tabid/89/AlbumID/524-1/Default.aspx There were statues at each area of the Rosary as well as names of people on plaques, dedicated by their families or lovers or husbands or wives. Suddenly, he thought of Jesse and the Doctor. Even the Brigadier. And Grayson. Theon. Luke Ward. David Collins. Rob. Harn. Dick Grayson. Big hunky blond Adam. Borj, Rollin, Rico. Micki, Jack, Ryan, and Johnny. Erick and Jungo. Benjamie. All those good people. Doing good. Loving him. It drove him on. Then, he recalled having seen Jesus himself. He heard the motorcycle behind him. He knew it was faster and would soon figure out how to round those corners his smaller mini bike could do easier. A man on a bench watched them go by. He had a cane so Jeremy guessed that was the owner of the mini bike. The man tried to stand and yelled at him. Then, the monster passed him by and he fell back onto the bench. The man had been looking at the statue of Mary and the Fatima children. Lucia, Jacinta, Francisco. Funny he remembered their names. Must have been that great movie MIRACLE OF OUR LADY OF FATIMA. dia/wikipedia/en/f/f5/The_Miracle_of_Our_Lady_of_Fatima_VHS_cover.jpg Jeremy believed in other things. He wasn’t sure about that one though. He always thought Mary a great person but wasn’t sure about the apparitions of Mary. Then, he started to believe because…the motorcycle stalled, giving him time to gain some further space between himself and the monster. Had Jeremy not been pursued by a seeming beast from hell itself, he would have admired the neatly trimmed bushes, the far off more wild forest. He turned his head from side to side. If the thing were to go through the bushes, it would cut him off. The far off bushes were too tangled and close together with thicket and ferns. The mini bike would be stopped in there and probably fall. If he were on foot… He turned the bend and knew he was heading back to the beginning place of the Rosary pot/_WbpvfB-b2Wk/TRFZVriDZLI/AAAAAAAAAQA/X-n0PBwgYJc/s1600/fatima.jpg Everything was so green. So packed together. It was beautiful. He rode the mini bike down some four steps, almost blissfully. The alien motorcyclist rode down steps in front of him. “Who’s chasing who? How’d you do that????” Jeremy fells off his bike as it tips over. He turned his body around, on his back. The alien is there and pointing both hands at him! TO BE CONTINUED…