Hellbender (The Fangborn Series Book 3)

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by Dana Cameron


  Professor Osborne showed up. I figured as the newest addition, there was a possibility that the intruders weren’t aware of him. “What’s up?”

  “We’ve had visitors, and they’re not nice. I’ve apparently taken some damage . . .” It was at that point that I realized that my own nose was bleeding steadily. “Ah, shit, they managed to screw up my healing abilities. Okay, these guys are fast, and as soon as a real threat pops up, they vanish. What can I do?”

  “I’ll work on plugging up any holes,” Geoffrey said. There was something in his demeanor that said he liked the action, that he might have excelled in scenarios and simulations classes at the Fangborn Academy. And then there was that reaction to the explosion at the demonstration . . . Maybe all of his life hadn’t been spent in an ivory tower or another multiverse.

  “Could it be the Makers?”

  “I’m not one hundred percent sure, but yeah, could most certainly be,” he said as he examined the schematic of the lab. “But I wouldn’t worry about it. You’ve got that thing, there, and whatever it is, it’s doing a lot to keep them out.”

  “Wait, what thing? What do you mean?”

  He pulled up the image of several artifacts. “I noticed that gold signet ring. Very posh. And the scarab microchip. Those are Order creations; they’re not something the invaders understand, and those pieces were confusing them.”

  Porter’s ring, the last thing I took from him as his body disappeared under a flurry of violence from my lab assistants. He didn’t belong in the lab, I remembered, because he’d been jacked up on Order chemicals and enhancements. The scarab was the same, and it was keeping the Makers out.

  “What about the sword, from Kanazawa?” I asked. That was on the screen, too.

  “They were positively terrified of that.”

  Interesting. I recalled that Quarrel had referred to “that alien thing” in Kanazawa, and now I wondered if he was referring to the sword or the ring Porter made.

  “I’ve been studying that sword. Zoe, that’s crazy stuff. I have no idea what that is or does—but it’s major. Like I said, it’s not Order, it’s not Fangborn. Okay to keep working on that?”

  “Sure,” I said absently. Then the timing hit me, and my stomach clenched. “Geoffrey, you’re the translator the librarian told me about, right? You came with the papyrus. Were you sent by the Makers? Were you sent to fix me? To control me?”

  Dr. Osborne looked surprised I hadn’t asked this before. “Yeah, Zoe. Yeah, ’course I was.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  I was about to dissolve into a panic when Geoffrey said, “But I can’t function the way the Makers want, because of those objects. So basically, I get to play, hang out, think really big thoughts. You’ve given me so much new material—this is much more fun.”

  “But they have access . . . to me.” I wasn’t ready to give up on that panic just yet: I’d given the Makers even more direct access to me than they already had.

  “I’m telling you they don’t,” he insisted. “If they had . . . those things would not have failed. There’s something about you—and you said your blood had been tampered with by those TRG scientists, too, correct?—and these artifacts that keep the Makers at bay. You’ve got a natural resistance and an acquired one. Otherwise, you’d be doing what they want.”

  “So . . . can you tell me what they’re thinking?” I asked, still worried, only a bit reassured. “Are you in contact with them?”

  He cocked his head, as if listening. “Not really; I was supposed to have a mission, and because it didn’t work out, they removed that capacity. I do get flashes, like they don’t understand if they’re trying to fix you with their repair teams, why you don’t let them. They see it as further proof of your . . . brokenness.”

  Just because I wouldn’t let them interfere with my lab, my construct, without my say so? I bit my lip; I had to trust what he was saying, for the moment. “I just hate being enmeshed in their plans, whatever they are. I hate being entangled with the Order—”

  As soon as I said “entangled,” an idea came to me so vast in scope and scale, it took my breath away. I sat down and put my head on the work surface, trying to keep my thoughts straight.

  “Zoe, you okay?” Sean asked.

  “Yeah . . . give me a minute, okay?”

  The Orleans prophecy had featured the word “unchaining,” but I’d never known if it meant that I would let someone off the chain, as in set them loose on someone? Get off my land, or I’ll set the dogs on you? Then I thought what Geoffrey and Lisa had said about flipping the switches on certain genes, and that made me think about the strands in DNA. Maybe I could do something with that?

  Meanwhile, Geoffrey wasn’t quite tapping his foot, but he was waiting for me to connect my dots. Sean hovered over me uncertainly.

  And once I figured out that yes, I was all about the metaphors, the idea came to me. Everyone stays the same, everything stays the same, except for one small thing.

  Easy peasy, in theory; terrifying, in reality. Any reality.

  I left the lab and found myself sitting up in my bed on the island. The cat, who had snuck up to the foot of the cot while I’d been asleep, stared at me suspiciously. I offered my hand for him to sniff and he stretched forward just out of reach. It was a start.

  “I need to find out what your name is,” I said softly. “You need a name. I could call you Demo, because I got you after I demolished something.”

  The cat turned his back on me and curled into a tight ball.

  Not Demo, then.

  I took a breath. The potential of the Makers to mess with my lab, to mess with me at this level, was scary and only made me more anxious to do what I understood had to happen next. I fell back to sleep still worrying.

  The next morning, light streamed into my rooms at the base of the lighthouse through every window. I ate breakfast and thought hard, paced a lot. When I finally figured things out from all the angles I could, I found the others who were staying on the island and invited them to my rooms. The island complex was starting to come together, but the odd assortments of temporary structures, military tents, and camping tents, as well as the reuse of existing structures still gave the place the feel of a refugee camp. No one looked particularly rested, but there were temporary plumbing and generators for electricity, and we were all able to sleep inside at night.

  I made a special effort and got one of the early-morning launches to bring doughnuts. I was learning what was important in a meeting.

  Max looked good, much more chipper than the last time I’d seen him, and his fatigues had done a lot to minimize his “permanent werewolf” look. The island was a good place for him, away from Normal eyes and some place he could be near people and be “useful,” as he put it. Gerry still looked raggedy and I worried that he wasn’t eating enough; Claudia and Toshi, on the other hand, were positively radiant. The bright sun on the island was a dream come true for the vampires among us.

  Danny and Vee had Wi-Fi and electricity, so they were able to keep up with their work, and I suspect, keep an eye on me. Will was working with those responsible for the planned rescue tonight and had kissed me rather determinedly when he arrived.

  Senator Knight, who was the government’s chosen liaison with me, was not staying on the island. He’d come over with the early launch, as had Adam, who was working with his mother’s temporary office in Boston, helping with the I-Day preparations. Theirs would have been a very interesting conversation to hear, former employer and former employee.

  I took the doughnuts from Adam, who brushed my hand superstitiously, a secret smile on his face. “What?” I asked.

  “Nothing, just that some misguided soul, not knowing who he was, asked the senator if he’d please bring the doughnuts to you.” Adam looked very pleased at Knight’s discomfiture.

  We pulled up mismatched chairs in the large room outside my “bedroom.” The cat wandered in and jumped into Gerry’s lap.

  “What’s his name?”
he asked.

  “I don’t know what to call him, or her, yet,” I said.

  Gerry hauled up the hind end of the cat. “Yeah, it’s a him, if that helps.”

  The cat jumped down, flicked its tail in annoyance at this usage, and stalked off.

  I did my best to explain what I was planning.

  My friends looked at me like I suggested broiling up a few kittens, but they heard me out. I spelled out the reasons as best I could, and almost wished I’d made a PowerPoint presentation just to keep everything in order, but I didn’t want to risk having notes of any kind around. Telling folks, even my nearest and dearest, what I might do was dangerous enough.

  When I finished, there was nothing but silence. “So . . .” I said, to fill up the vacuum. “The Makers are intensifying their attempts to keep me on their plan. My goals are to make sure the Makers can’t use you directly against me or against Normal humans again, to make that possible with as little aggression as possible, and to keep everyone else on the planet out of this.”

  No one said anything. “There is no good way to predict what will happen in the long term, based on any decision I make,” I said. “What might work for a while might turn bad in a decade or a century or a millennium. But I can only make choices that are the best for the moment, taking the immediate future into consideration. I really don’t want to.”

  “But, Zoe,” Max said. He took a big slurp out of his Dunkin’ Donuts coffee mug. His knee jiggled nervously. I didn’t allow smoking in my rooms. “You have to change things.”

  “I’m going to, but I’m worried about unexpected consequences, and there are two things that come to mind. One is knowing that I don’t want to spend all my waking hours trying to undo what I might have screwed up in wishing for the world to change. And the other is the tale of the monkey’s paw. I just get a bad feeling about trying anything so drastic, because of what could bite us in the ass. I want to keep it simple.” I couldn’t come up with anything else but my plan that seemed to cover these bases. “What do you think?”

  “If the choices are for you to change us so the Makers can’t, or change us so we’re more powerful, I think you’re right,” Claudia said.

  “This is all very . . . iffy,” Gerry said.

  Will nodded. “You shouldn’t rush into this. This is dangerous for you.”

  “It’s all gonna be dangerous,” I said, impatiently.

  “Right, but if you can act, you have to,” Adam added. Will glared at him.

  “Hold on,” said Toshi. He was wearing jeans that I guessed must have cost a fortune and an even more expensive leather jacket against the chilly fall air. “Why shouldn’t we ally ourselves with the Makers? How do we know it could be any worse than what’s going on now? It could be the answer to everything. Everything, Zoe. You seem to be skipping right over the fact that you could single-handedly make this world a better place.”

  “It’s the words ‘single-handedly’ that bothers me, Toshi,” I said. “And I don’t like sweeping, all-inclusive solutions. They all seem too dangerous to me.”

  “And we don’t know how the Makers will respond to your plan.” Senator Knight was pacing slowly, shaking his head. “That disobedience in itself might constitute rebellion, treason to the Makers—and bring worse upon us all.”

  Suddenly I was angry. “You know, I’m not here to make all your political dreams come true, Toshi. And, Senator, I know you don’t like me or anything I stand for. I’m the opposite of you, who are the . . . living old guard. You’re so old guard that you actually gave birth to those rules, codified them from your dreams of order. They’re not working anymore, so you can’t criticize me because I’m hanging on to the trapeze with no training and no safety net. You can’t criticize me for not falling. I’m here, I’m making it work, on my own, and you don’t get to piss on that and second-guess me because it’s not you.”

  I took a deep breath. “So here’s what’s going to happen. I’m not here to fix everything you think is broken, especially when I’m not sure that’s the case. And while I value your opinions, I do not care for this strong-arming, emotional blackmail shit.” I darted a look at Will.

  “I’m caught in the middle here, and it’s up to me to decide. You may forget that it’s only me between us and the Makers. That puts me in a tough spot, and I welcome your support and advice. But I don’t ever get to forget that it comes down to my decision, my skin in the game, and I have to live with the outcome, no matter what happens. So a little empathy for my situation rather than looking out for your own selves wouldn’t be amiss. There are enough folks ready to screw all of us.”

  I looked around. Nobody said anything. Toshi dropped his gaze; Knight didn’t. Will looked majorly pissed off. “Fine,” I said. “I’ll take some time to think all this over and get back to you if I need anything to get ready for tomorrow. Thanks.”

  Before anyone could do anything else, I made a beeline for the door, and was down the stairs so fast, I had to wonder how many steps I’d actually touched.

  I didn’t stop until I reached the picket guard, who looked confused. I waved him aside, let him know I was okay, and pointed to the rocks that marked the edge of that part of the cliff.

  I sat down. It was warm and there was a small flat space that made a pretty good seat. I watched the seagulls fighting for a while, until they took the squabble to the shingle and fought over whatever stolen treat they had. I watched another hover on the updrafts, hardly moving a feather, and envied him. A narrow range of responsibilities, being a seagull. A limited set of requirements and tasks.

  A shout jarred me out of the daydream. The guard was waving at me, and I saw Dmitri Parshin waiting as patiently as he could to get my attention, which wasn’t very patient at all. But another time, another life, he might have just shot the guard and then held me over the cliff by my hair. So respect of this sort was an improvement.

  I waved him over. He glared at the guard—not one of his men, apparently—and stood by the rock, his arms crossed, while I watched the seagull hovering on the wind.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him scan the ground and glance back up at the seagull. Before he could indulge his instinct to find a rock and throw it at the bird, I sighed and turned.

  “I just came from the lighthouse,” he said.

  “And no doubt someone tattled to you,” I said. “I behaved poorly, but don’t tell me they’re just trying to do their best. That they just want to help and got overexcited. It’s starting to get personal, and they’re starting to get scared.”

  “I would never tell you they’re doing their best.” Dmitri laughed, and it was a harsh, barking sound. “I’m a cynic. I believe everyone is acting in their own self-interest. And more than that, I’m generally deeply suspicious.”

  “What are you going to do?” I was curious what part of the truth he would tell me; I would know if he was lying.

  “I’m going to stand by you,” he said simply, “as I promised. More than that, tomorrow, the day after . . .” He shrugged. “There’s no point in lying to you, but you’re making me nervous, Zoe. Not many things do, and it is not something I care for.”

  I had to smile. I couldn’t deny that making Dmitri Parshin nervous gave me terrific satisfaction. I shrugged back, making it as European looking as I could. Because a European shrug said “sophisticated mystery” and an American shrug said, “Huh?”

  “I do not like the idea of you deciding to subjugate the human race,” he continued. “I do not like you giving even more power to the Fangborn. I do not like you thinking about giving that power back, leaving an . . . an alien force unchecked and us powerless against it.”

  “Me, neither.”

  I braced myself. If he tried to push me over, I’d blast him. Even if that didn’t work, I’d take him with me, and I had a much better chance of surviving than he did, despite the rocks, the waves, and the height. He could try to do it and think he was saving the world . . .

  “I do not tr
ust people,” he said, “but I think you are not a bad choice to be the one deciding. It’s as close to a fair chance for the rest of us as I can think.” He put his hand on my shoulder. I tried not to tense. “Do you want to go back now? The others are worried.”

  “No, thanks. I’m going for a walk. You can reassure them if you’re truly concerned.” I smiled; he was very convincing when he wanted to be. “You solicitousness is deeply gratifying, Dmitri Alexandrovich. It is a comfort to me in this time of grave concerns and fear.”

  He laughed again. Danny had told me no one used that kind of archaic address anymore, that it was just in old Russian novels, but I didn’t care. I had learned it from a Russian novel.

  “I only ask that, once you have ascended to be queen of the world, Zoe Richardovna, you will remember that it was poor Dmitri Parshin who was there for you.”

  “Remember the little people, that it?” Dmitri towered above me by about a foot and a half and outweighed me by a hundred pounds.

  He bowed, a sweeping gesture. “If you would be so kind.”

  We set out for Carolina’s retreat in upstate New York, following much the same route as I had the day before. When we rendezvoused with the Free Pack, Passey growled at me. I ignored him, as if he was beneath my notice. I was learning from the best, Senator Knight and Carolina Perez-Smith. I did notice some of his fellows making gestures, but whether they were blessing themselves or trying to avoid the evil eye, I did not know. They did not like the look of Max, who was so eager for retribution he hadn’t smoked since we left, or of Claudia Steuben, who was dressed in black and ready for battle. Her serenity scared me.

  Gerry was more like a football player before a game, pumped up and pacing, until Toshi irritably asked him to stop “jumping about.” We all had our ways of warming up, I guess.

  A group of oracles, including Rose and Ivy, were near our landing spot, ready to lend their talents. One was known for luck, so his presence was very welcome. Some were able to communicate with others and helped keep us all on the same page. Danny and Vee were with them, to help with the more mundane aspects of communication and monitoring the emergency channels. Only a small group of us knew she was there in case I needed her gift to help boost my powers.

 

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