by Leito, Chad
Asa’s eyes were dancing back and forth, his brain doing its best to find a solution to the predicament that they were in. Before he could make a decision, Charlotte had. She ran into what Asa’s mind called library.
It was more like a study than a library, but it was the only enclosed area in the entire place. The study was the size of Asa’s bedroom at home, with books lining three walls. The forth wall had a heavy, decorative wooden door, and two windows, with thin, chain-links of metal lining the inside of the glass.
As Asa and Charlotte ran for it, they heard the next thud from downstairs as the mountain lion slammed into the door.
Not into, Asa thought, through.
The animal was racing up the stairs. The only thing separating it from ripping them apart was a thin door on hinges. Asa and Charlotte dashed into the library, and Charlotte slammed the door shut.
She tried the deadbolt and let out a scream: it wouldn't click shut. She tried it again, her fingers turning white with effort as they attempted to turn the metal lock. It wouldn't move. The building was old, and dilapidated. It sat in a changing climate of cold and humidity. The building had probably shifted some since the door had been installed, making it so that the deadbolt no longer fit into the hole.
The mountain lion burst upstairs, shoving open the door leading to the second story with its head. It paused, and surveyed the room. Its huge green eyes locked onto Asa and Charlotte. It barred its teeth, and began to move over the ground—its bloodied paws crunching glass as it went.
Charlotte squatted down and was trying to gain leverage from her legs to turn the latch. That won't work, Asa thought, the door isn't sitting in its frame right.
One two, one two, one two. The mountain lions steps were making the floor beneath their feet vibrate.
Asa shoved Charlotte aside like a basketball post player blocking out for a rebound, with the intention of trying the lock himself. With the sound of the beast's paws coming towards them, things seemed to move slower than they should have. Asa could perceive every bit of his hands, he felt as though he had extraordinary control of every joint of every finger.
He looked up and could see the mountain lions hair moving as it ran. Its whiskers were pointed backwards as the animal pulled its lips back to reveal long yellowed canines and incisors. The left canine tooth, Asa could now see, had a chip on the tip of it, which made it dull. This won't matter. A mountain lions jaw can exerta thousand pounds of pressure, enough to break through a femur, or crack open a human skull. The jaw was strong enough that the teeth didn't need to be sharp. And even without the teeth, they would have no chance. Asa glanced down at the animal’s paws, bloodied from the shards of glass the animal was sprinting over. The paws were the size of dinner plates. Long, razor sharp claws, probably filed with tree branches, were stretched out from the digits.
Asa didn't know it, but he was holding his breath as he prepared to try the deadbolt in the slow, underwater-like state that he was now living life in. He could feel his pulse all over his body. He gripped the doorknob with his left hand, squatting slightly, and pulled up on the metal with all of his might. His thought was that, perhaps, if he was able to alter the positioning of the door, that the deadbolt might then be able to slide into the latch.
An awful thought occurred to him: What if the positioning is not the problem? What if there's debris blocking the hole? Or what if the lock is jammed on the inside, corroded with orange rust of old metal.
Asa tried to turn the metal latch with his right hand. He could feel Charlotte's desperate eyes watching behind him. He didn't want to let her down. He had pushed her out of the way because he thought that he had a better idea. He didn't want to die this way. But the latch wasn't moving.
The mountain lion was then fifteen feet away from the door. It flexed its back legs and leaped forward, its muscular body flying like super man eight feet in the air. Its bloodied front paws were outstretched, prepared to ram the door open. Its mouth was open, ready to rip open Charlotte and Asa's bodies.
Everything around Asa seemed to move slower still. He saw the deadly animal floating through the air towards them. He would have one more, last second shot at locking the door. He brushed all his doubts, all his fears away, and concentrated every ounce of his attention and energy so that he could use it all in one grand, final effort to save his life. With his left hand, he gripped the knob so hard that veins and tendons shot out on his forearm. He flexed every muscle from his toes, all the way to the back of his neck in an enormous effort to lift the door high enough to ram the bolt in. From behind him, Charlotte saw his back flex: there were two small nodules beside his spinal cord that stood out when he flexed like that. He had the strength of a mother lifting a car off her child—a crazed, adrenaline laced strength. He didn't know how he knew it, but he could feel when the door was high enough. The cougar was still sailing towards them, three feet, two feet from the door. Asa saw that the tips of the claws would touch first, followed by the rest of the massive, speeding body. His right hand moved like a bullet up towards the lock. With his middle, index, and ring finger, he pressed violently.
Click.
The door was shut, and locked. The mountain lion flew into the door, but it did not open. The heavy study door pounded backwards but did not break. Asa took a few steps back and watched the animal through the glass with metal diamonds running through it. He felt Charlotte's hand wrap around his, and he squeezed her hand in return. The mountain lion roared, outraged, and took three steps back. It sprinted forward, headed straight for the door again. Asa saw a lethal determination in the animal's eyes. It was going to pound at the wooden door until it either died of exertion, or got in. This door was stronger than the one downstairs, but so was the mountain lion.
End
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