We knew the peace wouldn't last

[noteasytobepink]

Who: Clarice & Bill
When: The beginning of Bill's ending
What: Guess who's back? Back in Town?

"Clarice?"

She blinked and looked down at the radio on her belt, attention drawn by the crackling voice even as she reached out to snag one of the kids, keeping them inside the crosswalk. It took a few minutes to corral all the kids out of the street, hell there must have been a birthday cupcake event or something to get the kids this wound up. Still. "Yeah?"

"Hey there, listen, we've got a report of an abandoned vehicle out on route 6."

"So?" she snorted. "Get Charlie's tow rig out there and call it a day."

"Charlie's already out on eighteen, got an RV breakdown. Just need to make sure it's an actual abandonment and not some idiots pissing in the woods."

"Charming," she noted. "Let me guess..."

"Still low man, girl, sorry. You get this one. Besides, you like jogging!" Dispatch laughed.

Yeah, well, if she caught someone poaching they were going to regret it, yes. "Soon as the munchkins are all herded then. If it's abandoned it's not running away," just saying. And if it wasn't abandoned, well, if they got it clear before she got there all the better? She didn't mind a door to door hunt in town, it was like hide and seek, but out on the road could get annoying.

It was another half hour before the last stragglers were safely crossed and handed off to parents. As to why parents couldn't escort their own kids instead of meeting them on the other side of the road, well, that had never been well explained but she was pretty sure it boiled down to 'we've always crossed the kids', big on tradition here. Another three minutes to shuck the crossing guard vest and sign, tuck them in the school closet, and then she was headed off. Route 9 wasn't that far, as the crow flies, as long as one didn't mind the fields between.

She ran the road up to the highway and back down to town before hitting her radio, "No sign of a vehicle," she called, annoyed. "Covered the ten miles from Hilliger farm to the highway and back. Saw some pull off points but no telling how fresh those tracks are."

"Hate to tell you Clarice, but there's a report out on Rout 22 now. We've got others checking the call from Route 8. You up for it?"

That was...odd. Yes. "I'm on it." Sure, it was clear across town but it wasn't like she had plans or anything. Was today some obscure pranking day? The drive cops nut day on the calendar? She'd guess 'tweaking the deputies tail' day but she'd kind of outgrown that point quite early on. The guys at the precinct learned to let her be after they found spiders inside their donuts. For a week solid. Sometimes it was all about knowing how to push back when boys were being jerks.

Night was falling by the time she hit the new road, scanning for any sign or headlights, tail lights, engine sounds...what she heard after a while was the soft crack and crunch of branches. She honed in on that and blinked at what she found, "Dispatch? I've got that car...it's been pushed off the road and behind some bushes. No sign of any driver, empty, doors open..." creepy as hell honestly.

That wasn't good.

"Repeat that? Did you say pushed off into the woods?"

"Yeah, I did," she admitted, backing up to stand firmly on the road again.

"I'll have the other guys looking out for that. We got more calls but we're missing cars..."

Hell. That was really damn weird. "Nothing about Rout 5 yet right? I'll go see if I can catch our prankers in the act and if I do I'm shaking them by their ears or something."

"Good plan, I'll let the sheriff know."

"Thanks, I'll call in when I can." Route 5 was less in favor these days, more of a back road since it didn't connect to the new highway, so it was a great place to lay a trap as it were. Hopefully she wouldn't be camped out all night waiting...

...granted, she found a truck sitting halfway down, lights on, doors open, empty. "Dispatch? I've got old James's truck here. He's not the prank sort. I'm coming in." To talk to the others and see if anyone else was having a creepy night.

And maybe she'd check on James's house on the way in, yeah. Lights were on and the TV was on when she passed by, so, Mrs. James was certainly alright and not worried but...

"Going to be one of those nights," she sighed.

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[wheelsy_sheriff]

Every optimist became a fatalist sometime, and having the thing that nearly killed you once come back to try it again would be a turning point for many.

Bill was damn lucky to get through one night of hell, he wasn't certain his luck would hold out again.

That and a hundred other thoughts were serving as distraction as he tried to make it back to the car. He was worried about Clarice and how many she might be able to save. He was hoping his mom was one of them. And he was afraid this time he might let his town down.

[noteasytobepink]

That was the thing about evil; it was persistent. Luckily true heroes were damn weeds themselves. It was a different kind of fatalism perhaps, a ready and dangerous kind, but maybe it would grow on him.

In time.

She was damn well going to make sure he had that time.

Everyone else in town could get 'unexplained phenomena counseling'. She was going to make people safe? Then she was going to find him.

That was also Grant's drive though, finding him. "Always so sure, Pardy," echoed through the woods. "It won't work."

[wheelsy_sheriff]

The voice made him jump, and he was quick to raise his weapon, searching for a target.

"Grant? That you out there?" It couldn't be, it wasn't possible. The man, or the monster the man had become, had been blown to bits.

[steahl_npc]

That got nothing but laughter, deep in the woods in a wave behind him. "Where's Starla, Pardy?"

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"Like I'd tell you," he replied, defiance covering any waver in his voice.

Strange how the mention of a woman he'd been scorned by time and time again could still spur him and set off an urgency that made him determined to get out of there so he could stop Grant again.

The cruiser wasn't far. He just had to make it to it.

[steahl_npc]

"Still dumb as a post, Pardy!" Really, that wasn't the smartest move now was it? "Give me Starla and I might not take your whole town this time. Isn't hard, Sheriff, you want that many dead?"

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"Got one up on you last time, didn't I? So how smart's that make you?" he retorted, moving back down the path towards his cruiser.

"You ain't touchin' her. You get the hell outta my town, Grant, or I'll do worse than blow you up this time."

[steahl_npc]

"Now Pardy, is that the responsible thing?" the woods laughed thickly. Really? Sending the monster away to eat others? "Where IS she?"

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"It's Wheelsy I'm responsible for." The town was, and would always be, his first priority, and he'd make whatever sacrifices he had to to keep from losing it again.

"You wanna see her you're gonna need a plane ticket, an' last I saw your fat ass won't fit in coach," he replied, growing bold because now the cruiser was in sight.

[steahl_npc]

"Ahhh, screw the rest of the world?" the woods laughed terribly before there was the screeching wail of bone blades scraping along the unseen side of the cruiser. "Not that easy this time."

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"You really think you're makin' it past the Army, or the Marines?" Bill scoffed. "Rest of the world is gonna be just fine."

Wheelsy was the only one Grant truly threatened.

Lifting his weapon, Bill sighted over the hood of the cruiser.

"Easy, right," he muttered to himself, edging towards the driver's side door.

[steahl_npc]

"You really think they'll come running Pardy?" he countered, amused. Really? No one would believe there was anything wrong after all, none of the signs were there. He made sure of it.

"And no, not that easy." Not this time. It was fun to watch the sheriff squirm though, so the next scraping sound along his car ended in a hissing pop and the front quarter of the car dropping down on the deflated tire.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"No, probably not t'us," he admitted, "but it's the rest of the world we were talkin' about, an' I say you don't make it out of the county."

Of course, there was the distinct possibility that Bill wouldn't, either.

He jumped back from the car as it sagged.

"Fuck."

He could call Clarice, but he knew she was busy getting everyone else out. That meant his job was keep Grant occupied to give her time.

"What is it that you want, Grant? Starla? She's gone."

[steahl_npc]

"You going to stop me this time, Pardy?" Really? See how well that had gone last time? He was still alive, and still coming for the man. Nothing had been stopped at all.

"YOU LIE!" Why yes that was a bit of a temper tantrum as his car was thrown. "But we'll find her. Or who ever makes you hurt when they're gone, and then you'll know how I feel! Is it Starla? Did she deny you like a good wife? Hmmm, weren't pretty enough? Who you fucking now, Pardy?"

[wheelsy_sheriff]

Reflexively Bill ducked as the car went flying, then came up with his weapon high and searching for whoever (or whatever) had been lurking on the other side of the car.

"How you feel?" he spat back. "You never loved her."

It hurt to have Starla's rejection thrown in his face, but Bill would let himself feel that blow later. Right now the safest thing was to keep Grant focused on a target who wasn't here, and to not give away anything about Clarice.

"She was just somethin' else for you t'show off, like that big ol' empty house you built, or that fancy caddy you'd drive around in like an asshole."

[steahl_npc]

The ducking had been just slow enough that there was no sign of the car tosser. None at all, minus the tossed car and the deep rents carved into the side that had been nearest the woods.

"I love her. I need her. You're just the guy she wouldn't fuck on a dare!" the woods snarled. "But go ahead, go be a hero." Sure.

It'd be fun.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"An' you're the one she shot in the face," he returned, scanning the trees. "If there was ever anything there she's long over it now."

Turning he regarded his cruiser, kicking dirt at the shredded tire.

"Come out here an' face me like a man, you think you're so god damn high and mighty."

[steahl_npc]

"We have time," he snarled. They would. Just him and her, and everyone else would be him, so yes, time. "You're not a man, Pardy, you're a piss poor dog. Go, run, see how many of your friends and neighbors are left this time."

[wheelsy_sheriff]

Bill grit his teeth and seethed, ready to storm into the woods and take Grant on.

How many times had he been put down by the man? Or had Grant's wealth, and standing, and Starla lorded over him?

If Bill were just a little bit more dumb he'd act on his anger and go after Grant now. And he'd probably get himself killed as a result.

Reluctant (and with a part of him feeling like a coward), Bill started backing up from the trees, heading for the road that would take him back to town.

"I'm gonna stop you, Grant," he promised. "This time for good."

[steahl_npc]

Bill made it so easy though, panting over a woman not his and running every damn time she'd snapped her fingers just to get a pat on the head. He'd been voted Sheriff because people liked dogs and he was the slightly smarter mix of a golden retriever and a hunting hound.

Really, why else would he have his job?

But no, nothing was going to touch Bill. Not yet. So much more fun for the mutt to figure out just how screwed he was this time.

And to track down the more pressing problem of where the town populace had gone. He'd been intending to have more converts by now.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

Bill had put a wide distance between himself and the trees before he finally turned around to start walking, by the time he'd made it to the road he had his gun holstered and had broken into a jog.

Lifting his radio he hesitated, fear twining around his spine. Would she answer? How many people had she gotten out? He almost didn't make the call for fear of interrupting her or distracting her from what she was doing.

Working his throat hard, he brought the radio up and pressed the button.

"Clarice, y'there?"

[noteasytobepink]

"...little busy," came through after a moment. The radio was obviously still pinned to her holster, her voice was soft and hard to catch but there. She'd been running since the moment she'd warned him she was going mobile honestly. "Got the last house out just in time, those slugs are everywhere. I may start losing a few, I'm sorry. Near on a hundred clear already though." She'd lost count after a bit, she had more pressing concerns.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

The cinch that had been around his heart and throat relaxed a fraction when he heard her voice, and he let out a relieved exhale before replying on the radio.

"Alright. Just remember when one of 'em sees you they all see you, so they'll catch on soon enough." He wasn't sure what Grant and his zombies might do when they figured her out, but he had to warn her.

"Don't worry about anything else, okay? Just get as many folks out as you can."

And him, well, he'd try and do his part. Which was of course stopping Grant.

The jeep he found abandoned on the side of the road might help him with that. Especially since it was left with the keys.

"Be careful, darlin'."

[noteasytobepink]

"Yeah, I'd picked up on that," she admitted. Something about getting targeted the moment she showed up at houses now. Luckily, well, slugs could only be so terrifying and she was good at finding nooks to pop to that weren't immediately obvious. "We live through this I'm blown. Gonna have to move." Because hey, why not get a laugh in now?

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"We live through this it's you who's gonna get the statue," he replied, closing his eyes a moment and turning the key in the jeep, glad when it started.

"They'll forget all about me an' have you cast in lifesize pink."

Pulling onto the road he sped for town. He was going to need more firepower before tracking Grant down.