“Oooooooooo,” went the stadium crowd. Even above the roar of the Hollow Chocolate Bunnies.
“Oooooooooo,” went Clive, peering out through the tinted windscreen. “Fireworks.”
“There very soon will be,” said Fred.
And not fifty yards away in the basement of Kether House, Dr Steven stood in profile, pointing. “Go Father and Mother one god Ararita. Mother and Son one god Ararita. Son and Daughter one god Ararita. Daughter and Father one god Ararita.*”
“Into the chamber, Cain,” he said.
Cain glanced at the chamber. It had the look of a large glass shower cubicle. There were two chairs in it. These were bolted to the floor. On one wall of the cubicle was a canister with a tiny stopcock. The canister was marked POISON.
“Death chamber,” said Cain. “You would really kill us, father?”
“I must do what has to be done.”
“I understand. I myself did what had to be done.”
“You? What did you do?”
“I helped a man called Pooley. A man who is in love. I helped him so that something wonderful could happen. Something I could feel in the air.”
“Enough of this nonsense, Cain. Get into the chamber. I order you to do it. Obey my command.”
“You really think we’re going in there?” sneered Abel. “Get real, you twat.”
“You are powerless to resist. I have programmed your minds. Put you into deep trance again and again. I now command you to enter the chamber.”
Cain walked slowly across the basement floor and entered the chamber. Abel twitched and shook, but he too, with faltering steps, followed Cain.
With faltering steps Jim Pooley approached the Professor’s French windows. From within came the sound of the magician’s voice rising higher, calling out the Latin phrases that would herald the new dawn. Bringing the ceremony to its climax. For the most part, though, these were drowned by the screams and whistles and bangs of Norman’s firework display.
Jim reached into his pocket and pulled out the wriggling bag and then he pressed his fingers to the blackly daubed French windows.
“No, Jim.” A hand grasped his wrist.
Jim turned. “John?”
“Don’t do it, Jim. Whatever it is, don’t do it.”
“I have to, John. What are you doing here?”
“I heard about you being thrown from the limo. Suzy’s gone missing. I put two and two together. They’ve got her, haven’t they? They’re blackmailing you to destroy the ceremony.”
“Let me do it my way, John. I have it under control.”
“Oh no you don’t, Jim. A man in love is never in control.”
“I know what I’m doing. Leave it, John.”
“No, Jim. I won’t let you.”
Jim swung round and hit John in the face with something hard. Omally went down and Jim pushed open the French windows.
“He’s going inside,” said Fred, watching Jim’s little blip. “He’s going to do it.”
“And now you are inside,” said Dr Steven Malone. “And now I must do what must be done.”
“Don’t do it, father, please.”
“Have no fear, Cain. You return to God. You become God once more.”
“I have no fear for myself, father, or for Abel. My fear is for you.”
“Waste not your fear then. Because I have none at all.” Dr Steven Malone bolted the chamber door and turned the stopcock on the canister of poison gas.
“Yes!” cried Fred. “He’s entering the circle. He’s entering the circle.”
John Omally lurched into consciousness, clutched at his jaw and shook his head. The French windows were open, and a bright light shone from within. John dragged himself to his feet and fought to enter the Professor’s study, but the light held him back, pushed him away. “Dear God, no,” cried John. “No.”
“Yes,” cried Fred. “Yes, yes, yes.”
Overhead the fireworks exploded, golden showers, starbursts, great flowers of light. Church bells began to ring. Folk prepared for the Auld-Lang-Syning, clutched each other by the hands. Couples in love prepared for the New Year kissing.
“No!” John fought at the light but the light held him back.
“Yes.” Fred’s finger hovered over the deadly red button on the nasty little black box. “And it’s goodnight to you, Mr Pooley,” said Fred.
“Oh no it’s not.” The rear door flew open on Derek’s side. Something hard came in very fast and struck Derek a devastating blow to the face. As Derek fell sideways, Jim leapt in and snatched the Uzi from his hands.
“You?” Fred’s face contorted. “You? How?” He thumbed the button on the box. “Die, you bastard,” he said.
“No.” Jim ripped the flat cap from his head. A bloody gash yawned in his temple. “I cut it out,” said Jim. “No anaesthetic but vodka. I rolled the implant into the Professor’s study. Oh yes, and you can have this back.” He pulled the heaving bag from his pocket and flung it onto Fred’s lap. “Give it back to your guvnor.” Jim levelled the Uzi at Fred. “Get out, Suzy. Hurry now.”
Suzy scrambled over Derek and Jim dragged her from The Car. “Run with me,” he shouted, “and run fast.”
Omally appeared at the Professor’s garden door. “What the…”
“Duck,” shouted Jim as he and Suzy ran by. “Duck, John.”
“All right, I’m ducking.”
“After them! Step on the bloody gas, Clive.”
“Yes, Fred, OK. OK.”
Clive stepped on the gas. Wheels burned rubber. The Car rushed forward.
The explosion drowned out the noise of the fireworks. The rear of The Car lifted into the air. Somersaulted down to the road in flames and sparks and shrapnel. Smoke and debris. Destruction.
And there would have been silence, if it hadn’t been for the fireworks and the ringing bells and the Auld-Lang-Syning. Quite a big silence there would have been.
John Omally’s head appeared through the garden doorway. “What the…” he said once more.
Jim’s face appeared from behind one of the mighty oak trees. Suzy’s also.
“What did you do, Jim?” asked Omally.
“I stuck a bottle of your two-week-old beer under the back wheel when I knelt down to speak to Fred. I kept one in case of emergencies. Two in fact, just to be on the safe side. I told you I had this under control.”
“Well, hats off to Mr Pooley. You’ve certainly saved the day.”
“Aaaararghooowaaghooow!”
Now, that’s a sound you don’t hear every day. Especially on one that’s just been saved.
Jim turned, John turned and Suzy turned also.
The Car turned. The Car was still intact. And The Car turned back onto its wheels.