They reached the forest just in time to see te sky turn crimson behind the elm trees. The loose pebbles covering the dirt road bounced up against the car, scratching the paint and sticking in the tires. Kate drove as far in as she could before the road disappeared, and she had to brake.
"This is it," she said.
"You're joking." Silas looked out the window, examining the landscape. Two squirrels chased each other up a tree; a low-hanging branch looked as if it were about to crush their vehicle; a gust of wind made the leaves dance in mid-air, before they settled back down to the ground. It was a friendly forest, but she could tell that he was uncomfortable surrounded by nature - her nature. When he turned back to Kate, there was something almost dangerous in his eyes. "You're crazy, Katelyn."
"You wanted to see my home." She flicked a curl out of her eye; the black lock of hair simply bounced against her forehead and reclaimed its place.
Silas traced his finger where the rip in her jeans exposed a circle of dark brown skin. "I don't believe you," he said.
Kate shrugged. She adjusted the seat so that she was lying on it almost perfectly straight and stared up at the sky through the car's sunroof. The sunset light gave her a muted red glow, shining down through emerald tree-tops and rouging her t-shirt. Now that the sun was going down, she wished she had a jacket. "It's cold."
Silas's hand began to crawl up her thigh, leaving a sparkling residue where he touched her. "I could warm you up," he said. He shifted somehow, sinuously, so that he was on top of her in the driver's seat, while his fingers worked to undo her jeans.
"Don't."
He ignored her, kissed her neck.
"Don't," she repeated, louder, and tried vainly to shove him off.
"Hold still," Silas murmured into her ear. He groaned. His pants were somewhere on the floor of the car, under the glovebox. His hands slipped beneath her practical bikinis, slipped them off. For a split second, she thought she wanted him more than anything, but then Kate shut her eyes, tried to block it out. abcdefghijklmn...
Very suddenly she felt something wet move between her legs and then Silas' weight lifted. A large, hissing snake was winding itself around her lower half; dimly, she noticed that its skin was the same shade of golden that Silas' hair had been, and the sly look in its bulbous, red eyes was one that she had seen in his many times. It had driven all the girls crazy when he gave them that look.
Kate had never been one of them. The snake's tongue was flicking in and out; she scrambled for the door handle, panicked, to get it out. Her hands scratched at the window.
And then there were no hands, but only large, clumsy paws.
Paws. Coarse black hair - not hair, fur - everywhere. The reflection in the glass revealed ferocious canines, long whiskers, cat eyes. She smashed one of her gigantic, ugly paws at the window in anger and smashed it: shards exploded out like a bomb blast. One of them slit her perfectly triangular nose before falling, covered in blood, on the floor of the car.
And then there was no car, only the forest. The forest with its new panther, trailed by a golden snake with poison in his eyes.
{for Cal's Some Kind of Chorus contest:
song: Devil in Me by Kate Voegele - lyrics
word: 001. deus ex machina
the title is from Carl Sandburg's Under the Harvest Moon}
