by Wilson, Tia
BLACK EMPIRE: GLACIER
by Tia Wilson
Copyright © 2015 by Tia Wilson
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First Published: August 2015
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CHAPTER ONE
Wednesday
The door to the room was flung open and something made of glass hit the floor and exploded like a bomb. Lana let out a low whimper and tucked her knees under her chin.
“Who are you,” Einar shouted.
The room erupted into chaos. Lana heard a meaty slap as the two men tackled each other. She felt the bed shake as they smacked against the wall opposite the bed. She tore at her bandages and ripped them off her head. Lana opened her eyes and they were flooded with light that stung like sewing needles in her eyes. She opened them again a crack and could make out the two blurry shapes of the men fighting. One was dressed all in black and the other wore lighter colour clothes. The dark clothed man lunged forward and swung his fist and connected with the other figure. It looked like the darker blur ducked and rugby tackled the other man to the floor. A blur of fists and feet moved through the air like paint in a jar of water. The edges were unfocused and mixed together, Lana could not make either of them out, as they rolled across the floor, glass crunching underneath them. They were a tangle of limbs on the floor, both breathing heavily as they rained down punches on each other. Lana tried to refocus her eyes and still the scene before her was indistinct and washed out. She heard a sickening crunch and a thud as someone rolled away. The man dressed in black got to his feet and ran from the room.
The man on the floor let out a low moan and his hand reached up to her bed leaving a blurred red streak behind. “Is that you Einar?” Lana said her voice coming out in a strained squeak.
He coughed a wet loose sounding cough and spit blood onto the floor. “Yes, its me,” he said propping himself against the side of her head. She reached out to him and ran her fingers through his hair. His scalp burned under her touch. The corners of her vision began to come into focus and suddenly it was as if everything snapped back into existence. For the first time she saw his face as he looked up at her. He had clear blue eyes one of which was already darkening in the corner from multiple blows and a short cropped beard. His nose was beginning to swell and looked like it was broken across the bridge and his lip was split open in two places. “What is going on, who was that man?” he asked.
He got up off the floor and sat on the bed beside her. He flexed his fingers and they popped loudly and he was bleeding from a few small cuts on his hand. Lana looked at his broken face and leant in and gently kissed him on the corner of his mouth. “I don't know who he was,” Lana said and felt a pain in her chest from her lies. She picked up her discarded bandages and began to soak up the blood from his busted lip and hands.
He looked at her with his piercing blue eyes, the right one slowly getting squeezed shut from the swelling. “Don't lie to me Lana. I walk in here and there is a guy standing over your bed holding a knife. What is going on?”
Lana felt like ice water was flowing through her veins at the thought of her assailant calmly walking over to her bedside to kill her. She would not have known the danger she was in until it was too late and he slid the knife into her belly. “I don't want to get you involved, its too dangerous.”
Einar pointed at his face and tried to smile through his damaged lips, “I’m already involved.”
“When I get out of here I’ll tell you everything. Here isn't the right place, “ She said. “Do you think he's coming back?” she asked.
“If you think I look bad you should have seen him. When we fell onto the ground he fell onto the shards of glass. It was the only thing that gave me the upper hand, one of his arms lost some of its power and it gave me an advantage. This guy was as strong as a bull. I think he's pretty beat up but nothing fatal. It should be easy enough for the cops to find him out here, theres not too many places to hide.”
Lana looked him in the eye and gently rubbed his cheek and said, “Don't involve the cops, please.”
Before he got to answer the door swung open and the doctor came in. His shoes crunched on broken glass as he surveyed the room. He looked down at Einar and said something and then left the room. This is it Lana thought, the cops are going to get called and I’ll be arrested and probably deported back to the states. Her limbs felt heavy with the inevitability of what was to come. She had tried to run from her old life and now it had caught up with her and all dreams of escape would disappear with one phone call.
Einar took one of her hands in his and said, “I told him it was an old jealous boyfriend of yours and you didn't want to press charges. He wont say anything more about what happened to anyone in town. He’s gone to get the nurse to clean me up.”
Defeat disappeared in an instant, she felt like she had been balancing precariously on the edge of a cliff and Einar had snatched her back at the last second. “Thank you Einar. I’m sorry for getting you involved in all my shit, that was the last thing I wanted to do.”
“We are in this together now, Icelanders are very loyal people you know,” he said trying his best to smile without wincing too much.
The nurse came to the room and cleaned the wounds on Einar's hands and face and then took him off to be X-rayed for his broken nose. While Lana waited for them to return an orderly in a blue tunic came in and swept up the glass shards scattered across the floor. He said something to Lana in Icelandic and smiled at her. She smiled back at him weakly. After a few minutes Einar returned.
“The good news is it’s not a broken nose. I have a cut across the bridge and some swelling but no break. I don't need any stitches so the nurse said I can check out when I’m ready,” he said sitting on the corner of her bed.
“What about me?,” Lana asked.
Einar cracked a smile and then winced in pain. “She said you can leave with me. You can come back for a check up in a few days.”
Lana threw her arms around him and pulled him close. She buried her face in his neck and held him. He wrapped his massive arms around her and they stayed in each others arms in silence.
“Shit, we need to check on Sara,” Lana said when the embrace finally ended. “She could be in trouble.” Lana got up and started to gather her stuff and Einar turned around while she changed.
Outside it was another day of blue skies with wisps of cotton clouds drifting out to sea. The guesthouse was less then a five minute walk from the clinic and Lana could feel her heartbeat speed up the closer she got to it. What if her attacker got to Sara first she thought and it made her palms sweat. At the front door of the guesthouse Einar put his hand on her shoulder.
“You stay here. I’ll check the room first.”
As she stood outside waiting for him to return she could feel a creeping dread in her bones. How foolish was she to think she could outrun her past, in only a handful of days it had come back like a spectre invading her room. She couldn't outrun it or try hide from it. Her stomach roiled with fear. They are going to catch me and kill and I’ll end up another de
ad hooker dumped in some backwoods pit. I have to keep it together she told herself as the horn of a boat honked twice somewhere off in the distance.
“Its all clear,” Einar said when he returned.
With legs that still felt like they were made out of jelly Lana took the stairs two at a time and flung the door open to her room. Everything was as she had left it. She opened the wardrobe and turned to Einar and said, “Her bag and clothes are gone. You don't think he killed her?, do you,” she said.
“I’ll go and talk to the owner and see if I can find anything out,” he said leaving the room.
Lana sat on her bed looking around the room for any signs of a struggle. Nothing looked out of place. Could Sara have betrayed me she thought, how else would the hulking giant of a man have found her. She had been starting to feel off about Sara and now what she had once thought was purely paranoia tipped over into certainty. She betrayed me Lana thought to herself, how else can we have been found so quickly. Lana felt hollow inside, why had she ever thought she could trust Sara. She must have bought herself freedom by giving up Lana’s location.
Einar came back into the room and said, “The owner said she left this morning. Had a bag with her. He said she left right around the time that the bus to Reykjavik leaves. It looks like she is gone.” He sat down on the bed across from her and said, “Are you going to tell me whats going on? I cant help you if I don't know the full story.“
Lana looked at him and couldn't bring herself to tell him the truth just yet. Would he look at her the same if he knew she slept with men for money. She couldn't face looking at him and watching the slow progression of disgust spread across his features as she told him everything. Let me have a little more time of Einar thinking I am a regular woman and not some sort of tainted good she thought to herself, I can’t tell him yet. “Please trust me Einar. I want to tell you everything. I feel guilty for getting you involved in all my shit, I never wanted that to happen. I don’t want you to think less of me,” she said.
“I’ll be honest I’m already thinking some pretty wild things about you. A beautiful girl comes into town and I walk in on some guy who looks like a heavy from a mob movie threatening her. My imagination is already filling in the blanks. Are you on the run from the mafia? Under witness protection maybe? Lana probably isn't even your real name and you have been playing me for a fool the whole time,” Einar said getting up suddenly and walking over to the window.
“I wont lie to you Einar, I promise you that. Im not ready to tell you everything yet. The man who attacked you in my room. I do know him thats all I can bring myself to say for now. I know once I tell you the truth you wont look at me the same. If I’m honest I like the way you look at me now. I don't want that to change. Please give me time,” she said.
Einar looked at her with his bruised and battered face and said, “Are we in danger? Do you think he will be coming back to finish the job?”
Lana rose from the bed and joined Einar at the window. She put her hand on his shoulder and said, “He will be back. I don't think that man will stop until I’m dead.” Saying those words out loud sent a shiver through her body. Einar wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.
“You’re shaking,” he said as he held her in his powerful arms.
“I’m scared Einar. I don't know what to do. I feel like lying down and giving up. I don't know if I can go on anymore,” Lana said.
Einar broke the embrace and looked her straight in the eyes, “Don't say that Lana. I’ll do anything to protect you. We can beat this together. I’m not going to let anything happen to you,” he said in an assured voice.
“I don't think we are safe staying here,” Lana said.
“We can go to my farm. It's a few kilometres outside of town. My truck is parked over at the clinic. Pack your stuff and we leave straight away.” Einar said.
Lana gathered up her few personnel belongings and threw them in her bag and they left the room. At the reception they stopped and Einar said a few words to the bored looking receptionist.
Leaving the guesthouse Lana covered her eyes from the brightness, her eyes still tender from her injury. “I told the guy at the desk to tell anyone who comes looking for you that you got the bus to Reykjavik. That might throw someone off your scent for a while.”
Einar's beat up red pickup truck was parked in front of the clinic and they walked the couple of minutes to it. As he opened the truck door he said, “This baby is nearly forty years old. Its never let me down in all that time. I don't think they make them like this anymore,” he said running his hand across the simple dashboard as he got in. The dash contained no radio, only a basic fuel gauge and speedometer. The engine started with a jolt and the exhaust belched a cloud of blue black smoke out the back. “Smooth as silk,” he said as they pulled out of the clinics parking space.
The traffic on the road out of town was light. Cars further ahead twinkled like armour plated insects as they drove along the coast road. They drove in silence for a few kilometres passing by farms with run down barns and men and boys working in the fields. Neat rows of grass collected into large cylinders dried in the sun. Some of the cylinders where covered in bright white plastic ready to be stored away for the winter season.
Deep gouges like finger nails dragged through mud marked the paths of boulders as they tumbled down from steep sided mountains behind the farms. Some places had rows of trees planted behind the main house to slow the falling boulders. Others had angled earthen banks to try to deflect any debris away from the houses. In empty fields massive boulders dotted the earth. Some had a few sheep lazing in the shadows cast by the great stones. They passed by an ancient barn close to the road, its back wall smashed in by a boulder the size on a car. The roof bowed in and covered in a layer of spongy moss. Atop the mountains was an outcropping of jagged rocks and Einar pointed to it as they passed. “In olden times people thought they were trolls. When the sun shines on them they turn to rocks. At night they come alive and kick boulders from above trying to crush the people below.”
“Has anybody ever been killed by the avalanches?” Lana asked.
“Some farms were destroyed and a family killed. This was a few hundred years ago, its written about in our ancient books called the sagas. It happened a lot. People where killed as well as plenty of livestock. But as you can see the amount of farmable land is very small. People had to risk being this close to the mountain side as its the only usable strip of land along the coast. It was hard times for everyone back then,” he said.
The pickup truck slowed and turned onto a dirt road. Einar stopped and got out to swing the rusted metal gate open, he checked the faded blue mailbox nailed to a wooden post and jumped back in. “This is my farm. Its been in the family for five generations.” He pointed to a red roofed concrete building and said, “Thats were the sheep spend the winters. If we get some mild days they sometimes come out into the front field. The field over to the right is where I grow crops. I used to grow a lot more to sell. Some farms consolidated further south and its not worth my time competing. I only grow what I need for myself.”
“What do you grow?” Lana asked.
“Mostly potatoes. They’re the easiest thing to grow in this climate without a greenhouse. I have some turnips, carrots and onions as well,” he said as they stopped outside an aluminium clad structure. The building was single story and painted a bright red with a blue metal roof. Paint had chipped off in long strips and the wooden window frames where warped and peeling. “Over by the sheep sheds,” he said pointing at them, “you see those two small buildings?”, Lana nodded, “those are drying huts. I hang fillets of fish to air dry over a couple of weeks. Its a great snack with butter, gives you loads of energy in the mornings.”
“Do you live here alone?” Lana asked.
Einar clenched his jaw and stared across the fields and out to sea. Lana could see the muscles in his face tense and relax as he stared off into the distance. Lana was about to speak thinking Einar wa
s not going to reply to her when he said, “I live alone.” His body was rigid as he looked out at the crashing waves and Lana choose not to question him any more. He turned to her with a distracted look on his face and said, “Do you want to come inside?”
She nodded and he turned and opened the front door. Above the door hung a piece of wood with a boat cresting a wave. Clouds filled the sky above the boat and the crashing waves below had delicate scales etched into the wood, giving the impression that the boat was sailing across the back of a monstrous fish. Einar tapped the wooden carving as he passed below it. Once inside he kicked off his shoes and Lana followed his lead.