Monster Hunter International, Second Edition

by Larry Correia

  "Sure it did," Sam said. "It just happened."

  "When?" Milo held up his watch.

  "Uh . . . in the future?"

  "Right. So it has not happened."

  Sam thought about it for a moment, head cocked sideways as he stroked his walrus mustache. "Screw it. I need a drink."

  Franks drifted into our area, his crack federal agents following slowly behind him. They were not moving swiftly now. Rather, they looked as shell-shocked and confused as we did. None of them even reacted at the sight of the unmasked orcs. Compared to what they had just gone through, what were a couple of tusk-faced humanoids?

  "Hey, guys," Milo said cheerfully. "Let me guess, you all got killed by orange monster insect demon things too?"

  "Yep," Franks answered.

  "Oh good, at least we're all on the same page."

  The dark Fed just held up his thick arms, looking down at where they had been pierced and shredded by whistling spines. He made a fist and cracked his knuckles, then slowly lowered them.

  Harbinger finally spoke. "See, Franks, I told you we should have stayed put."

  Franks shrugged. He keyed his radio. No longer disrupted by the unnatural rift in the area, we made immediate radio contact. Myers' voice sounded shaken.

  "What's going on out there?" the radio shrieked.

  Franks scowled as his straightforward brain tried to figure out how to explain our situation. Harbinger keyed his mike and interrupted.

  "It was a trap. Ray Shackleford set us up. We were ambushed by a horde of transdimensional demons. We all got killed. Then time ran backwards. We all woke up alive. And the monsters are gone. Request immediate evac. . . ." He let that hang for a moment. "Over."

  "Uh, yeah," Franks concurred.

  "Air evac is on the way. What caused the time effect?"

  Harbinger looked at me through squinted eyes, but did not betray my secret to the Feds. "Unknown. Suspect it was caused by the Cursed One's artifact. We went back in time approximately five minutes."

  "I know," Myers responded. "It wasn't just you. We felt it too. It was 2:39, and then it was 2:34."

  "How widespread was the effect?"

  "Hold on . . ." The radio went dead.

  Forty quiet Hunters stood packed together in the pounding rain, taking no small amount of comfort from the nearness of other real people. The emotions displayed ran the gamut from confused, to terrified, to shaken, to ecstatic, but mostly to blank thousand-yard stares while our human brains tried to process the impossible. And we were Monster Hunters, either governmental or private, and every one of us was no stranger to the weird or the unexplainable. Shivering from the cold, I put my arm over Julie's shoulder and pulled her close. Slow minutes ticked by. We all waited for Myers' response.

  "Sorry . . . I was told to turn on the news."

  "How widespread was the effect?" Harbinger asked again.

  The radio crackled.

  "Um . . . Reports are coming in now . . . the whole world."

  "Say again?"

  "Earth. Every person on Earth felt it."

  We stood in the Monster Control Bureau's giant tent command center, dripping from our showers, stinging from the leech removal process, and aching from the bevy of antibiotic shots given to us to combat the rancid waters of Natchy Bottom. The flat-screen televisions had been changed from satellite imagery to several different cable news channels.

  "—continue to drift in. We can now confirm that India, Australia, Bangladesh and Finland also experienced the phenomenon and—"

  "Large scale rioting has broken out in Los Angeles, New York, and in several other cities in the continental—"

  "Yes, Diane, the President will be addressing us live from Air Force One in a matter of minutes—"

  "—the Prime Minister's office has issued a statement for all to remain calm until—"

  "—repent sinners! The hour of judgment is at hand! I'm sorry I cheated on my wife, I'm adulterous slime. It's all April the weather girl's fault. Evil slut. Wait . . . you can't take me off the air . . . damn you, Harry! Repent, you heathen bastard! It's the end of the world! The end I say—"

  Some of the media people were holding it together better than others. The same could be said for us.

  "Maybe it wasn't caused by this artifact," Myers contended.

  "Yeah, and maybe I'm Elvis," Harbinger shouted back.

  "It could have been a coincidence," the senior agent pleaded.

  "Sure, a rift in time just happens to occur as we're fighting the minions of something that we were warned was going to try to control time? Give me a break, Myers."

  "I'm the one that has to talk to the President, damn it. I need to give him more than conjecture. I need proof! This is the biggest thing that has ever happened."

  "Hell, I'll talk to the Prez," Sam added helpfully. "He's a Texan. He'll understand."

  Harbinger ignored his teammate. "Myers, there hasn't been an attack of transdimensional forces since '95. That's a rare enough occurrence as it is. It has to be connected."

  "There was the Vanni Fucci incident in Dothan a while back," Julie offered.

  "Isolated case," Harbinger said.

  "I know that, and you know that. But I need to explain this all to people who don't know a damn thing about monsters. They were already prepared to go all the way to 'final option' to stop Lord Machado; what are they going to do now? Preemptively nuke the whole state into a sheet of glass?"

  "That'll alienate the Southern vote for sure," Milo said.

  I started to speak. I could tell them exactly what had happened. Julie kicked me in the shin. She shook her head in the negative.

  The news continued to babble:

  "—UN General Secretary has just called for a unilateral ban on time travel—"

  "—I'm telling you, Ken, space aliens are behind this. I talked about it in my book, The Coming Gray Invasion, this is just phase one of their colonization—"

  "—does not appear to be as much widespread panic on the other side of the world, since many people appeared to have slept through the disturbance—"

  "—just in, there are reports of . . . this can't be right . . . vampire attacks in Alabama and Georgia? Vampires? Uh . . . eyewitnesses are reporting that the dead are walking? What is this shit?" The screen went blank, and then to a static display that said they were experiencing technical difficulties.

  Myers smashed the screen with his boot. Sparks flew from the sides of the TV. "Enough! Get out of here! Go take care of your local outbreaks! Just get out of my headquarters!" he shrieked at us. His phone rang. "Take Me Out to the Ballgame." His face blanched. Looking like a deer in the headlights, standing in the path of a truck with no brakes, he slowly answered it and listened, his eyes rolling back into his head. "Yes. I will hold for the President . . ." He covered the mouthpiece. "Lieutenant, get these civilians out of here!"

  The National Guard soldiers herded us out of the tent. We stopped outside. The rain had thankfully stopped, leaving us with a pale overcast sky. Harbinger sighed in relief and pulled out a cigarette. He offered one to the soldiers, who gladly took him up on the offer.

  "So, Mr. Harbinger, is it . . .? Is this really the end of the world? Demons and all that?" one of them asked.

  "Not if we can help it," he answered as he walked away, Monster Hunters trailing behind. Our group headed for the parked chopper. Skippy and Edward were busy "liberating" fuel and prepping for takeoff. Our mud-soaked gear was already stowed, and we were ready to go. Harbinger stopped before the hulking chopper, taking a long drag from his cancer stick. "Mount up, crew. Let's get out of here. It's been a strange day."

  "We got company." Holly nodded back toward the command tent. Agent Franks was following us, as stoic and impassive as ever. He trudged through the damp grass, hard eyes fixed on our group. He had been busy caring for his men, and had not yet had a chance to change out of his mud-drenched, and surely leech-and-tick-infested armor. He stopped, hands awkwardly at his side.

 
We waited while the emotionless soldier found the words.

  "Thanks."

  He snapped a hard salute, ramrod straight, and parade-ground perfect. Harbinger, Sam and Lee instinctively returned the gesture. The rest of us stood there stupidly. Franks made eye contact with each of us, squinty and cold, held his arm rigid for a long moment, and then let it fall. He spun on his bootheel and stalked back toward the tent.

  "So does that mean we're friends now?" I asked.

  "Hell if I know," Julie answered. "At least he didn't slap you around again."

  The others moved for the chopper. Harbinger grabbed me. "Not so fast. Me and you need to talk for a second." He gestured over his shoulder and we walked away from the others. I saw Julie watching after me, looking concerned, and then she was gone into the vehicle's interior. Skippy fired up the turbines, and the powerful engines began to whine.

  "What's going on?"

  "I really don't know."

  "You don't need to keep secrets from me. We're a team."

  "You should talk."

  He shrugged. "No big deal. I have some issues, sure, but I don't have the ability to twist the laws of physics like you seem to do. Care to explain?"

  "Damn it. I told you what I know, Earl." I flushed with anger. "If I knew how to put an end to this, I would tell you. If I knew how to kill that slimy son of a bitch, I would do it."

  "Can you find him?"

  "I haven't been able to so far. The Old Man doesn't seem to be able to tell me."

  "What about when you saw the vision? The road sign? When he got here?"

  "The one that almost killed me? You want me to try that again?" I asked incredulously. Not that I had not already thought of it myself. It was a desperate ploy, but we were running low on time.

  "If we can't find him, then we're all dead tomorrow anyway. You saw those things. Imagine them crawling over the whole world. Billions of them. Hundreds of billions of them. Orange shells as far as your eye can see, and squid things that look like blimps floating overhead. And that will just be the first wave. Then the big things will come."

  "You've seen them too?" I asked in surprise.

  "Yes, I have. I might not have magic powers or whatever the hell it is you've got going on up there." He poked me in the forehead. I was too stunned to react. "But I've been on the other side. I've seen that place."

  "In '95. You went into the rift to pull out Julie's dad . . ."

  He nodded slowly, the memories of the red-skied alien world eternally burned into the dark corners of his mind. I had at least one person who understood what was at stake.

  "They're coming, Earl. I don't even know if the Cursed One realizes it or can see it. I don't know if he knows what's waiting for him to use that box, that thing . . . I'm scared," I admitted.

  "I am too. And at this point, I'll be honest, I didn't think there was much out there that could scare me anymore." Harbinger was not lying or trying to appear tougher than he was. He was telling the truth. He had moved past the concept of fear, operating instead upon animal cunning and self-preservation instincts. Until now.

  "We have to stop him," I stated. "I'll do whatever it takes."

  "Find the Place. Find out where he's hiding. I don't care if you have to beat it out of that ghost. Get me a name, a town, something, anything. And we'll teach this clown not to mess with MHI."

  "I will." I had no idea how I was going to do it, but I knew that the responsibility fell on my shoulders, on me alone, and perhaps on an old Jewish Hunter who had been dead for half a century.

  "Let's get out of here then." He started toward the chopper. "I would wish you sweet dreams, but honestly, I hope you have horrible ones. I hope you see this evil thing and get his address, 'cause I'm personally gonna kick his ass."

  I sat by Julie for the chopper ride back to the compound.

  "How are you doing?" I struggled to communicate over the internal engine noises.

  "Not real good." She patted my hand. "Just when I thought that maybe my dad wasn't as evil as I thought, he sets us up. He sent us all to die. He covered for that evil bitch." She spat. "I believed him."

  "Well, he's gone now," I assured her. I suppose that we should not have been so surprised at his treachery. He had been willing to risk everything to bring his beloved back. Of course he would be willing to merely lie for her.

  "At least we know he's dead. The Feds must have cut his head off and burned the body by now."

  "Most likely."

  "One down. One to go," she said angrily.

  I tried to change the subject from her death vendetta against her parents. Almost any subject was lighter than that. "So, can we technically consider today a first date?"

  "I guess. Next time, how about we do dinner and a movie?" She laughed as the tension broke.

  "Ha. What girl wouldn't want to crawl through a haunted swamp, get killed, and travel through time? That's one heck of a date."

  "You must have dated some strange women."

  "Actually I haven't dated very many women at all. I haven't had much luck."

  "Why?"

  "They usually think I'm weird." That much was true. Slightly strange, kind of big awkward, and ugly—I was no charmer.

  "Me too."

  "You think I'm weird?" I shouted over the noise.

  "No, I mean that people have always thought that about me. You know, crazy girl, always talking about monsters. Spends all her time shooting, building bombs, or practicing how to chop things up. Hangs out with a bunch of crazy people. Paranoid, delusional, lives in a compound, that kind of thing. It takes a real toll on relationships."

  "See, I think that sounds perfect."

  "You would." She leaned against me.

  Across the troop compartment, Holly made gagging motions. Julie and I both flipped her the bird. She winked at us and went back to harassing Trip.

  "Sorry to interrupt you lovebirds," Harbinger said over the radio, "but we've got business. Julie, see what other teams you can contact and find out their status. Owen has something he needs to do too."

  "I need to get some sleep," I told her.

  "I know, it's been a tough day."

  "That's not what I mean. I need to make contact with the Old Man. I need to find the Cursed One. Tomorrow night is it."

  "Are you going to try to see through his eyes again?"

  "I don't know," I answered. "I've got to do something."

  She looked out the window and sighed, shuddering slightly.

  "Be careful."

  "I will."

  "Come back to me. I can't lose anybody else."

  "I promise."

  "Boy! Much has happened," the Old Man exclaimed. "What have you done?"

  "I turned on the artifact, I guess," I answered.

  "Is as I feared. This is terrible. Much terrible." He shuffled toward me, hobbling on his cane.

  "Hey, we're all still alive. It sure beats the alternative."

  "No," he answered. "Not better at all. Not for you."

  "Hey, I'm the one that had a spine sticking out my aorta."

  "Better to be dead than be cursed tool of the ancient evil."

  "I'm nobody's tool," I said angrily. I was getting really tired of everybody treating me as if I was stupid. "I did the best that I could."

  "No, Boy. Now is much worse than before." His bony hand grabbed me by the arm. "Come, hurry. One last memory to show."

  I stopped him, pulling away. "No, Mordechai. I don't have time to screw around. Just give me a straight answer for once. Where is he, and how do I kill him?"

  "You not are ready for such things." He looked at me, his hard eyes drooped in sadness. "Boy, to do such a thing would make you dead for sure. Not just dead. But maybe worse. Much worse. Cursed like he is even."

  "But I'm not evil," I said defensively.

  "No. Surprised I have been by you being so good." He lifted his cane and thumped me in the chest. "Good, but sometimes stupid. Brave, but proud. Too proud for own good. If not more caref
ul, pride will kill you and blow up world. Think you can solve problems, but no patience to learn. Want to rush. Do things now." He puffed himself up and did a very poor imitation of me. "I am Boy. Now, now, now. Hurry, hurry. I can do everything. No need to learn first!"

  "You would need about two more of you to do a good impersonation of me, you old midget," I told him. "Plus I don't sound like that at all."

  "Bah. You are good boy. But no longer can you worry about what you are. You are Monster Hunter. Your father, he made you warrior. Do not—how you say?—pretend to be something else. No time for doubt. No time for 'normal' " He spat the word.

  "You know about that?"

  "I live in your head. What? I not pay attention? Now I ask one thing. Just one. Do this for me. I promise before time run out I show you new vision. At that time, what do have to lose? Your brain probably pop, serve you right. But world is destroyed right after anyway."

  "Fair enough. What do you need?"

  He thumped me over the head with his cane. Hard. "Shut up your big mouth and pay attention!" he snapped. "Last memories while Cursed One was still just man." He put his hands on my head. "We leave quick before he makes change. To be in his head at time, surely you die."

  I rubbed the bump on my head. I just did not get much respect around here.

  "Let's do this," I said.

  Lord Machado's memories.

  Were of dirt. Brown dirt.

  I woke up. Facedown in the mud. Lying crumpled in my armor at the base of the mighty pyramid. I must have tumbled the entire way. The rain had stopped, and the jungle sun burned down upon me. I staggered up, heaving against the weight of my plate. Crusted blood coated my body, and wept from my many wounds.

  My artifact.

  I crawled up the stairs, pulling myself forward on my hands and knees, so very weak, and the pyramid was so very tall. I pulled, gasped and kicked, raggedly crawling my way ever higher.

  I blacked out repeatedly, only to find that I had climbed higher without knowing it. My skin burned in the sun and my delirium and thirst increased. I began to crawl past bodies, past the torn remains of my soldiers who had so bravely fought the stone guardians. I cursed them for their betrayal. I cursed Captain Thrall.