The Fog (Harbingers): Episode 8
By Alton Gansky
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Alton Gansky
Alton Gansky: Alton Gansky is the author of twenty published novels and six nonfiction works. A Christy Award finalist (for A Ship Possessed) and an Angel Award winner (for Terminal Justice), he is a frequent speaker at writer's conferences and other speaking engagements. Alton brings an eclectic background to his writing: he has been a firefighter, and he spent ten years in architecture and twenty-two years in pulpit ministry. He now writes full-time from his home in southern California where he lives with his wife.
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The Fog (Harbingers) - Alton Gansky
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Prologue
I know the people behind me are wondering what I’m doing. I can’t blame them. It’s not everyday you see a man my size standing on the parapet of a high-rise building in the middle of a major city and looking down at a street he can’t see a mere fifty floors below. Did I mention it was night and the only light I have comes from emergency lamps? Probably not. I’m not at my best at the moment.
I’ve never admitted this to anyone before, but I don’t like heights that much. I don’t let on, of course. A big football player isn’t supposed to have such fears. Well, I ain’t a football player anymore. I’m just a big ex-jock teetering on the edge some five hundred feet above the sidewalk below.
It’s eerie up here. Not just because most of the lights in the city are out, but because of the silence. About a million-and-a-half people call San Diego home, or so the professor tells me. He has a knack for such things. When we first arrived, I noticed the noise of downtown: traffic, people talking, busses, mass transit trains, and other noisemaking things of humanity. Now all I can hear is the sound of a gentle breeze pushing at my back and zipping by my ears. That and the sobs of my friends.
If all of that wasn’t enough to raise the hair on a man’s neck, there was the fog—a fog like I’ve never seen before. At first it looked like your garden-variety mist, but it moved differently, and—how do I say this—it was populated. Things lived in it. Bad things. Horrible things. Ugly things.
When I look down I can’t see the street, just the roof of the fog bank. That and the things swimming in it.
A face appeared.
I shuddered.
It wasn’t alone.
The things swam in the fog like dolphin swim in the ocean. Except dolphins are cute. These are no dolphins. No siree. These things ain’t from around here. They’re not from anywhere on this earth. I can only guess where they call home, but if it was Hell, I’d believe it with no hesitation.
Tank . . .
Even with my back to her, I recognized Andi’s voice. I would recognize it anywhere and at anytime. The biggest hurricane couldn’t keep her words from my ears.
I raised a hand. I didn’t want to hear it. I wanted to hear it more than anything I’ve ever wanted. I know it doesn’t make sense, but I’m a guy standing on the edge of certain death, so my thinking, such as it is, has a few hiccups. Don’t expect me to make a lot of sense at the moment. You stand on the edge of a high-rise an inch from death and see how well the gears in your head work.
I allowed myself one last glance back. I turned slowly to look at my friends and the scores of people standing behind them. I was real careful. When I go over the edge, I want it to be my decision, not a fool mistake.
My gaze first fell on Professor McKinney, worldwide lecturer, atheist, and former Catholic priest. Yep, he’s a bit conflicted. He’s the smartest man I’ve ever met, and at times, the biggest pain in the neck. He is retirement age, but hasn’t slowed down. Good thing. The team needs him. He stared at me through his glasses. Even in the dim light provided by a pale ivory moon overhead and the emergency lighting, I saw something I had never seen before: a tear in his eye.
The professor’s hand rested on Andi Goldstein’s shoulder. I let my gaze linger on her. My gaze always lingered on her. Her usually wild red hair might strike some as a bit strange, but she was fashion-model beautiful to me. There were tears running down her face. The sight of them squeezed my heart like you might squeeze a lemon.
Next to her stood Brenda Barnick. Her black face seldom showed a smile, and she could put on an expression that would melt steel. I’ve faced a lot of big guys on the football field, but not one of them put any fear in me. When Brenda loses her temper, she plain scares me and anyone else within the sound of her voice. She’s a street-smart tattoo artist, all hard on the outside, but I know she has a great big heart. She looked away, but not before I saw the fear and pain on her face.
One way I know Brenda has a big heart is the boy standing in front of her. The kid has mental problems. Well, that’s what the doctors say, but we know better. He’s just different. And talented. Brenda, through a lie or two, got herself named his guardian. She makes a good mom.
The sight of my friends gutted me. I turned from them. It was easier looking at what I feared rather than those I love. I was on this ledge for them and for many others.
I raised my right foot and inched it over the edge of the parapet. The breeze pushed at me as if encouraging me to jump.
The things in the fog were agitated, like sharks in bloody water. Their small, lethal heads bobbed up and down in the fog.
They were waiting.
Waiting for me to lean forward.
I did.
A hundred pairs of clawed hands reached for me.
But first, I need to tell you how I got here.
CHAPTER
1
All Dressed up with Somewhere to Go
Of all the things I’ve seen lately, and I’ve seen a lot, today might just take the cake. I’ve seen a house that appears and disappears at will. I’ve seen the inside of the Vatican. I’ve seen flying orbs made of living metal (that’s what Andi calls it). I’ve seen a green fungus that invades living things and takes them over. I’ve been chased by monsters not of this world and protected a little girl who grew younger with time instead of older. But this. Seriously. This is almost too much. I would think I was dreaming if I weren’t standing and lookin’ into a mirror in my hotel room.
Still, I can’t deny it. The image was right there in the mirror: me—in a tuxedo. I’m a simple kind of guy. I like meat and potatoes, vanilla ice cream, and have been known to watch a little NASCAR racing from time to time. I figured I’d have to wear a tux if I ever got married, but maybe not even then. I skipped the proms at school, so I never had a need to rent one of these monkey suits.
There was my image: all six-foot-three, 260 pounds of me—in a tux!
Someone pounded on my door. Let’s get a move on, Tank. The car and driver are waiting.
The professor. Dr. James McKinney is our leader although we never elected him. He makes many of the decisions because at sixty he’s the oldest and because he is smart, educated, and domineering. He’s a priest who lost faith and left the church. Now, instead of conducting Mass, he spends his time traveling the country proving that God doesn’t exist, faith is a dream, and believers are fools. His words, not mine. Yep,