INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - Now that the dysfunctional Hawkins family along with youngest daughter Erica's boyfriend Gavin have fled their house after it was overtaken with terrifying demonic and alien activity, can they keep one step ahead of their supernatural foes in a thrilling chase through Sydney and into regional New South Wales? Read Chapter 4 of this twisted road trip tale to find out.
Please note the strong themes of the story, which include scenes with female characters using the toilet and having their periods, which may not be for everyone. All characters and events are fictional, with similarity to real persons living or dead coincidental and unintentional. Please enjoy, and rate and comment.
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Alistair and Danielle's journey out of Sydney's northern suburbs and towards the city was hampered by the morning peak hour traffic. There were thousands of people travelling to work, university and school, plus buses, trucks and commercial vehicles. All of these drivers seemed oblivious to the urgency of the Hawkins family to escape their unworldly pursuers, and Alistair and Danielle had to weave through plenty of slower vehicles.
Getting onto the Sydney Harbour Bridge, Alistair glanced into the back of the car. "Erica and Gavin, keep a watch out for dangers on the water," he said.
Erica looked out the left of the vehicle towards Point Kirribilli, but there was nothing out of place, just a yacht and two ferries heading out to Taronga and Manly. Gavin kept a close watch out the right side towards Goat Island, but fortunately there were no UFOs, ghosts or monsters to be seen, and with Danielle right behind him Alistair was able to negotiate the busy Harbour Bridge traffic before exiting and driving to Bennelong Point, and the Sydney Opera House.
Alistair and Danielle stopped their cars, and the six of them piled out. "I thought it best to bring us to a place where there's more people so we can work out our next move, the aliens might want to avoid being seen," said Alistair.
"We need to get out of town," said Faye.
"Yes, but we need to make sure we stay one step ahead of the aliens and demons in case they set traps to capture us," said Alistair. He looked around, first up at the ornate Sydney Opera House and then at the tall buildings on the city skyline and shook his head.
"Maybe this wasn't such a good spot after all," he said.
"Why is that?" Faye asked.
Alistair pointed at the opera house. "Is there any other building in the world that looks like the Sydney Opera House? No. That means it might be of alien design, and therefore aliens inhabiting it."
The other five members of the party also looked at the building and realized Alistair was quite right. Alistair then pointed at the taller structures in the CBD -- the distinctive Sydney Tower with its skinny structure and circular observation deck high above the city streets, the white octagonal skyscraper at 25 Martin Place and Sydney's tallest office building, the blue and grey Chifley Tower with a triangular turret on the roof.
"The aliens could be on top of those buildings or any others watching and listening to us," Alistair pointed out. "We need to get out of range of those buildings and away from here before they find us."
"Dad, I think we might be a little too late," said Erica, the young girl nervously pointing at the sparkling blue waters of Sydney Harbour.
Her family and boyfriend looked and stood amazed at the sight on the water. Coming towards the Harbour Bridge was a ship, which wasn't unusual, cruise ships and other vessels docked at Circular Quay all the time. But this ship was unusual -- a large passenger liner with four towering funnels and even taller forward and aft masts -- and having seen the popular movie released towards the end of last year and still in cinemas by autumn several times -- Erica did not even have to read the nameplate 'Titanic' on the ship's portside bow to identify it.
With open mouths, they observed the Titanic steam by, although other passers-by at the Opera House seemed oblivious to presence of an ocean liner that sank in the North Atlantic 86 years earlier steaming through Sydney Harbour. And the Titanic was not alone. Above it, well out of range of the smoke that poured from three of the Titanic's four stacks, was an aircraft.
It was definitely not a UFO like the ones they had seen earlier, but regardless an aircraft definitely out of place. It was an airship, a large silver airship with a swastika on its tailfin and its name -- Hindenburg -- prominent on its side. The motors of the airship contained with the unfamiliar sounds of a steamship made for quite a racket, but again the other people seemed not to notice or care that a ship and an airship lost since 1912 and 1937 respectively were in Sydney Harbour. Nobody could be observed on the airship, but the decks of the Titanic were filled with passengers and crew in Edwardian era clothes.
"This is much worse than I thought," said Alistair. "We are dealing with far more powerful aliens than we could ever conceive, if they can go through time and bring back a ship and an airship that were destroyed years ago, think what else they are capable of doing. Let's get out of here and fast."
"Where are we going?" Danielle asked.
Alistair, conscious that there could be spies or demons around helping the aliens, leaned over and whispered, "Bondi Beach, follow me," into his daughter-in-law's ear.
Danielle nodded, understanding that it was very important that the aliens nor their allies the demons not overhear them.
As she climbed into her father's car, Erica read the words 'Titanic' and 'Liverpool' on the ship's stern as it steamed under the Sydney Harbour Bridge, sounding its horn and whistles, while the Hindenburg flew over the top. Alistair raced no time in racing away from the scene, Danielle right behind him.
The two cars made their way through Sydney's exclusive Eastern suburbs -- Rushcutters Bay, Double Bay and Rose Bay -- and into the Waverley area and Sydney's famed Bondi Beach, which was now less crowded than earlier, with most of the early morning beachgoers having gone to work by this time.
Alistair and Danielle parked their cars, and everybody got out. The tall buildings of the Sydney CBD were visible in the background, but hopefully far enough away to avoid the alien spies who might be watching and listening to them in the city.
"Now, we need to make an excuse as to why we're not at work today and maybe not back next week," said Alistair. "They will be wondering where we are, and we need to make it sound as though we're a long way away. We need to be convincing. Come on, ideas, ideas!"
"Alistair, how about my sister in Adelaide?" suggested Faye. "Perhaps we could say that Angela suffered a stroke, and we're flying out to South Australia to be with her, taking Erica with us?"
Alistair nodded and stroked his beard. "Yes, that would cover you, me and Erica." He turned to Cornelius and Danielle. "What about you two?"
"I was going to just call in sick," said Danielle. "I'm a relief teacher anyway. And Cornelius doesn't have a job, so he doesn't need to call anyone."
Alistair shook his head. "No Danielle, that wouldn't work at all. People need to think we've left town, and therefore if the aliens send around their agents or the police they've paid off to find us, they'll think we've gone interstate." Alistair glared at his son. "What about you? Have you come up with any great ideas, Cornelius?"