The Kid Who Came From Space. Ross Welford

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СКАЧАТЬ this: This is what happened to Tammy. This thing is going to take us. It’s not a monster: it’s a person. It’s a weirdo dressed up in an outfit, and he’s going to bring out a knife or a gun or …

      I stare closely. If this is a costume, where are the joins? Is there a zip somewhere? That’s a fake nose, surely? I’ve seen shows on TV where make-up artists create things like that. Prosthetic something or other. But why would anyone wander around Kielder Water in the dark like that unless they had bad intentions? Halloween maybe, but that was nearly two months ago.

      Then, from the backpack, the creature brings out a stick: thickish, like a broom handle, smooth, dark, and about 30 centimetres long. It holds it in its fist and studies it for a moment while we tremble with cold and total fear. I feel Iggy’s hand grip mine and I grip back. If I’m going to die, I don’t want to go alone.

      ‘This may work, it may not,’ says the person-in-a-costume (I am convinced by now). ‘Your cellular structure iss almost itentical. Put your leck out.’

      Iggy shrinks back and draws his leg in.

      ‘This will not hurt.’ The creature pauses. ‘Do it!’

      Slowly, like a turtle coming out of its shell, Iggy extends his bloody leg. He’s whimpering with fear.

      The throaty snuffle comes again, followed by the word ‘Light!’

      It’s looking at me.

      I reach for the torch. In addition to the long, open gash in Iggy’s leg, there is the hook still deeply embedded in his flesh. The blood is pouring out and on to the jetty.

      The creature advances further, the rod in its hands, and moves it over the wounds. Then, as we watch, the blood seems to dry, and scab over. The huge fish hook with the lure attached is pushed out by the hardening flesh and falls on to the decking of the jetty. The scabs turn browner, then black, all in the space of about thirty seconds. The creature replaces the stick in its backpack; then, with a long finger, gently flicks at the scabs, which drop off, revealing fresh, pink skin underneath.

      It stands up straight and I look at its feet. They are bare and hairy and definitely not fake ones slipped over shoes. He – she? – is smallish, but not tiny: not as tall as me. It isn’t hunched over and creepy like Gollum in The Lord of the Rings – not at all. And, though it is stark naked, it doesn’t seem at all embarrassed by the fact.

      Without taking his eyes off the creature, Iggy says to me, ‘It’s a girl.’

      ‘How do you know?’

      Iggy tuts. ‘Look, Tait. No, erm … boy’s bits.’

      I hadn’t noticed, but he’s right. I feel oddly embarrassed, staring at it – her – like that. I feel myself blushing.

      When she stands up, the still, cold air gives a waft of her smell. Blocked drains? Sour milk? Earwax? It’s all of those things blended together to make a rich, foul odour that is not just her breath: it is her.

      ‘Jeez, Iggy. She flippin’ stinks!’ I whisper.

      Iggy has taken his cap off and is holding it to his nose.

      ‘Thought it was you at first,’ he says, his voice muffled.

      Slowly, Iggy and I get to our feet and the three of us stand there in a little triangle, saying nothing – just, you know, being utterly astonished. Iggy flexes his newly cured leg.

      Eventually, he jams his cap back on and pats his chest twice. ‘Me, Iggy,’ he says, and the creature blinks hard.

      I could swear she’s thinking, Why is he talking like a halfwit?

      All the same, taking my cue from Iggy, I point at myself and say, ‘Me, Ethan.’

      I can’t precisely say how I know this, because it’s not like she gasps or blinks or anything, but I can tell she’s surprised. ‘Ee-fan?’ she says.

      ‘Yes.’

      She lifts her chin then lowers it. The action is sort of like a nod, but done backwards. Then she says something that sounds like ‘Helly-ann’ and pats her own chest.

      Iggy looks across at me, a triumphant smirk on his face. ‘See? That’s her name. Hellyann!’

      But then we hear the shouts, and the dogs, and see the flashlights through the trees in the distance, coming down the path from the main road.

      The look of pure terror that crosses the creature’s strange, furry face changes everything, I think.

      ‘Say nothing,’ she says in her squeaky snuffle.

      ‘What?’ says Iggy.

      ‘I say: say nothing. Say you haf not seen me. Lie. You people are good at that.’

      ‘Wait,’ I say. ‘Who are you? And why should we lie?’

      The dog noise is getting nearer, and a huge German Shepherd bursts out of the undergrowth, bounding along the pebble beach towards us.

      I hear: ‘What is it, Sheba? What have you found?’

      And the creature who says her name is Hellyann fixes me with her intense, pale gaze.

      ‘Because if you don’t, you’ll neffer see your sister again.’

      My sister. Tammy.

      Iggy was right. His fishing trip idea worked: for the past hour or so I had hardly thought about her.

      But now, on a freezing evening as I stand dripping on to the wooden deck, it all comes flooding back into my head in a wave of sorrow as I remember why I am here.

      

      ‘I hate you!’

      It is the last thing I said to Tammy. It bounces around in my head and it is the opposite of the truth.

      My twin sister. My ‘other half’, Mam used to say, and she was right.

      Tamara ‘Tammy’ Tait. Cool name, I think, mainly because of the alliteration. Tammy Tait. And since she went missing, seldom has an hour has passed when I haven’t thought about those three syllables.

      An hour? Try five minutes. Try five seconds. It’s exhausting.

      Then there will be times when I realise that I haven’t thought of Tammy for a few minutes, and that’s almost worse, so I force myself to replay her in my head, to listen to her again. The way she says ‘Oh, E-thaaaan!’ when she is annoyed with me for something (which is quite often); or how she farted in the bath once when we were little and laughed so hard that she banged her head on the tap, which made her laugh even more even though her head was bleeding.

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