by Rob Thurman
“It matched the sword,” he dismissed. “And it gives me a piratical look. I both pillage and I plunder. In fact, I all but invented the concepts,” he said as he raised one wicked eyebrow. “Besides,” he added carelessly, “you’ll get it back.”
“If you survive that near-certain death you spoke of?” she reminded with sweet poison.
“I’m sure you’ll pluck it from my cold, clammy earlobe, Mrs. Nottinger-Granville-Schoenstein-Parsons-Depry. You seem to be quite adept at that.”
A few days at Promise’s place had disintegrated the truce the two had once had. Rooming with a friend never worked out when it came right down to it. Mild affection could turn to homicidal fury from one towel left on the floor or, in Robin’s case, one orgy in the living room. Credit where credit was due, the majority of them did seem to be nurses. Or at least they were dressed like nurses. I didn’t notice any of them treating his cracked rib before Promise began throwing them through the front door, but the medical field is an arcane business. I might have missed it.
“After I’m done with you, you won’t have enough molecules joined together to form an earlobe,” she snapped back. The Egyptian dagger Niko had given her was in her hand and ready to taste blood.
“We never should’ve had two kids,” I said to Niko. “One would’ve been plenty.”
He had doffed his duster and was hefting a backpack over his long-sleeve gray shirt, the steel bands around his wrists barely showing. There was no room on his back for the sheath of his katana and he was carrying it in one hand. “Do not put this on me. I’ve raised one already.”
Identical looks of contempt hit us both. “Okay,” I said hurriedly. “I’m ready. Nik, you ready?” How much worse could Sawney be than a pissed-off vampire and puck joining forces against us? Then, all joking aside, I asked, “Robin, seriously, you up for this?” He’d insisted that he was. The poison had passed from his system days ago, the rib was cracked and ached, but it wouldn’t hold him back in a fight.
“Up for it? Kid, I was on the beach at Troy. By the way, Achilles? Everything they say he was.” He lifted his chin, gaze unwavering. “Believe me, I can handle this.”
Poisoned, shot, nearly an extra in Hitchcock’s The Birds, why would he want to handle it after all that? I didn’t want to admit it, had been struggling with it for a long time, but I knew the reason. He was our friend. My friend. Jesus, I was such a girl. When the hell had I gotten so damn soft?
“Just don’t get your ass killed, okay?” I ordered gruffly. I didn’t wait for an answer. We’d scouted out the upper building and it was clear. Now it was time to head downward, and I did. I moved down the hall to the basement-access door and hit the stairs.
There was nothing there. Not if you didn’t count the stench of Sawney and the revenants. It was enough to have me breathing through my mouth. “Where’s the tunnel entrance?”
Niko had obtained a map of the tunnel system from Nushi, memorized it, gone over it with me several times, and then drawn it in permanent ink on the back of my hands and on my forearms. Following that, he’d stuffed the map in my pocket, saying, “In case we’re separated. It’s not enough, I fear, but it’s the best I can do.” Brothers believe in you, but they also know you. I know east from west, but that was the most I could hope for.
“In the southeast corner, beside the furnace.”
Which would be one reason the smell was so strong. It was literally cooking against the surface of the furnace. I followed Niko and then helped him pry up the metal trapdoor in the floor. It wasn’t locked, but it had been. The remnants of a padlock lay off to one side. The metal was heavy as hell in our hands and we eased it down soundlessly to stare into the depths. More stairs, but these were much older. Splintered wood framed with iron, they disappeared into the darkness. One whiff was all I needed and I nodded. “Home sweet home.”
Robin stared over my shoulder and sighed plaintively, “At least the beach at Troy was warm. There was sun and sand.”
“Bloodstained sand,” Niko pointed out as he started down.
“It was still sand.” Robin followed him. “In my life I’ve learned you take the small pleasures where you find them.”
We weren’t going to find any of those below, I knew. No small pleasures—only the very large satisfaction of putting Sawney down, this time for good. I waved Promise on. Having her at Robin’s back might keep him more on his toes. Danger from all sides, that would keep the adrenaline pumping and the senses sharp and ready. And if I enjoyed the hunted look he threw over his shoulder before he melted into the murk, hey, that was just gravy.
When Promise vanished below, I turned on the flashlight I carried in my left hand and went down after them. Gun in one hand, torch in the other, I walked down the steps with care. As creaky as they looked, they were sturdy beneath my feet.
“All clear.” Niko’s low murmur came drifting up past stone and plaster walls. They once would’ve been completely covered with plaster and painted. Over the years that plaster had been soaked time and time again and had rotted. Handfuls were gone in some spots and in other areas nothing but stone remained.
There were splatters on the steps, the stone and the filthy plaster. Brown and dried. Blood. One helluva lot of blood. Sawney had picked his cave all right and it was a good one, up until a few revenants had gotten sloppy and poached from the campus. Then they’d actually killed and fed aboveground right at their front door. Sawney was insane, but he was smart. He wouldn’t have ordered that or allowed it if he knew. You don’t shit in your own backyard; every good two-legged predator knows that. That meant the discipline wasn’t as all-encompassing as it seemed, at least not with all of them. It was a good sign. If we could take Sawney, the revenants might scatter. They would definitely be less of a threat if they reverted to typical revenant fighting skills. Every ghoul for himself.
At the bottom of the stairs the brown stains covered the entire floor, from wall to wall. I could picture it. The body, maybe only half dead, of the victim being tossed down the stairs like garbage. If they weren’t dead at the top, I hoped like hell they were when they hit the bottom. What kind of world was it when that could be credited as an actual hope?
Sawney’s world.
The tunnel wasn’t as cramped as I thought it might be, but it made me claustrophobic nonetheless. There were no rooms, no alcoves, nothing—just one long range of tunnel. You could go forward or back, but that was it. There was no spreading out if someone caught you from the front and behind. It wasn’t a good tactical position to be in. We were moving at a pace slow enough that I could walk backward with gun ready for any revenant that might be bringing home a doggy bag. It was a very real possibility. We’d chosen night for the assault as we hoped most of the revenants would be out hunting. Sawney might be as well, but if he was, once he caught dinner he’d come home with it. That’s all we cared about—nailing him when he did.
If we’d come during the day, they all would’ve been down here. Not a good prospect for success. Revenants could and did pass during the daylight if they covered up with hooded jackets to hide slick flesh and wore sunglasses to conceal a milky flash of eye. If they kept their head down, they could slide through the crowds, but mixing with the populace was different than killing and dragging a body across campus. Nighttime was best for that sort of work.
This way we’d double our chances of coming across Sawney with considerably fewer revenants at his side. That didn’t make the odds in our favor, but it did make them better. I’d take it.
“We’re at the first split.”
I stopped and turned to see the tunnel break off to the left and right. Both tunnels reeked, but the one to the left did just a little more. I jerked my head in that direction. “That way.”
We moved and this time faster as I settled for snatching a glance over my shoulder every few seconds at the tunnel behind us. We had more space between us and the entrance now, as well as two tunnels for the revenants to choose from. They did use both fr
om the smell of it, even if this was their main path of travel.
“He’ll know we’re coming,” Robin said as his fine leather shoes trod silently on the brown, crusted path.
“How do you know that?”
He looked back at me, the stolen earring glittering in the beam of my flashlight, but it was Promise who beat him to the punch with the mildest of sarcasm.
“Only because he has every time so far?”
“Good point,” I admitted.
“He’ll know, but he won’t run,” Niko said. “This is his true cave. He will not give it up, and in his mind it is not as if he has anything to fear from us.”
That was the sad truth. Dead wolves, a skinned boggle, and the fact that he’d eaten a chunk of my chest were all proof of that. He had no reason to run. We were better than cable, the most entertainment he’d had in a long, long time. Several hundred years to be exact. The son of a bitch would probably be glad to see us—cackle insanely in glee. And why not? Where better to do anything insanely than in the subterranean leftovers of an asylum?
Something sparked brightly at the bottom of the wall to the right and I stopped to pick it up. It was an engagement ring. The diamond was small and surrounded by even smaller rubies. Pretty, but for the couple on a budget. I knew the others had seen it; their eyes were as sharp as mine, but they’d passed it by. What could you do? She was gone, whoever she’d been. Gone far from this place and maybe she was no place at all, I didn’t know. I did know she wouldn’t want proof of her lo…of her existence…hidden down here in the fetid darkness. I put the ring in my pocket. At the very least I could leave it somewhere up top…someplace in the sun. Promise’s gaze was the one that turned back this time, her eyes soft. I scowled and looked away. It was corny and stupid, picking up that ring—two things I wasn’t. I really wasn’t. And I hated that I’d been caught in it.
We walked on and the tunnel seemed to get more and more narrow, but I thought that was more me than actual reality. We’d been underground a lot lately and it reminded me…of what, I wasn’t really sure. Abbagor’s cave? Although we’d almost died there more than once, I didn’t think that was it. It was deeper than that, an abscess aching from a long time ago. No, not Abbagor, but maybe something more terrifying than even he had been.
The Auphe had had me for two years. I couldn’t recall a single moment of those years spent in a world separate from this one. But there were times I woke up to the feeling of rock beneath my fingers and the sense of tons of the same hanging overhead. Caves, the monsters loved the goddamn caves.
“Cal.”
I drew in a breath of tainted air, trying to clean away what barely qualified as the shadow of a memory, and moved past Promise and Robin to stand beside Niko. “Yeah?”
“We have a room.” He indicated the door almost fifty feet down the hall. I couldn’t make out any details. It was at the edge of the flashlight beam.
“Okay. I’m ready.” With the Desert Eagle and the explosive rounds, I was designated distraction of the day. I needed to keep Sawney’s attention on me while Niko put his plan into play. As the Redcap had already acquired a taste for me, it shouldn’t be that hard. I went on ahead with Niko close at my back. When I reached the door, I noticed the faded printing on it. HYDROTHERAPY TREATMENT ROOM. I wanted to ask Nik what water had to do with the treatment of mental health, but kept silent as I moved a hand toward the handle. He could be there. Sawney could be right there, and I wasn’t going to tip him off. I was ready for this to be over.
The element of surprise was lost with the screech of hinges almost rusted into a solid whole. That didn’t mean it hadn’t been opened recently. The metal was so old; it would never open easily again. Grimacing, I shoved at the door hard and with Niko’s help got it open enough to let a person slip through, and through I went. The room was small and empty except for a water-filled square in the filthy tiled floor. Five feet by five feet, it was too small to be a pool and a little too early in plumbing history to be a whirlpool tub.
“Why is there water in it?” I mused aloud. It was murky and impenetrable and it shouldn’t have been there. Whatever it had been used for in asylum days, I would think it would’ve long dried up over the past hundred years or so. “And what the hell was it for?”
“In less educated days, mental health workers used to plunge people over and over underwater. It was some time before they came to admit that near drowning didn’t seem to improve anyone’s mood disorder.” Niko regarded the flat surface of the water with disdainful repugnance. “I doubt Sawney is using it for a reason any more enlightened.”
He was right.
A hint of white swelled under the water, breached, then sank again. An arm, it had been an arm. Christ. You’d think I’d be getting used to finding body parts littering the landscape in Sawney’s wake. I wasn’t. As we continued to watch, a leg appeared and disappeared, followed by a hand. All were disembodied, all white and drained of blood. The hand was a woman’s, delicate with nail polish the exact color of a rose I’d once seen at a flower stand. Pink with the faintest touch of peach—the color of spring. It was beautiful and it was awful and I wondered if the ring belonged to her.
“Goulash,” Robin said beside us. “Lovely. I’ll never eat again.”
“I have seen worse. So have you.” Promise nudged him into motion.
“So I have,” he exhaled. “Although I could’ve done without the reminder.”
We all turned to exit the room. I’d taken one step when the cold hand fastened around my ankle and I was suddenly breathing water—black water that served as the broth for body parts. I choked and held my breath as I kicked at the iron grip that pulled me down. I felt the random bump of decaying flotsam and jetsam and kicked all the harder. It didn’t help. There was the sharp scrape of a tile-edged opening at my waist just as I felt fingers on my wrist from above. Warm fingers. Niko. But as suddenly as his grip had appeared, I was yanked from it. I passed through the opening that I could only feel, not see. After that there was more water, the burning of my lungs, and that implacable grasp on my ankle.
Finally just as my breath threatened to give out, I was dragged out into the air feet-first. Not unlike my birth, I came out kicking and screaming. Or kicking and spitting waterlogged curses. A revenant had his teeth buried in my thigh. I kicked him off with my other foot and he looked up, grinning at me with a mouthful of mottled yellow and green teeth. I aimed the Desert Eagle there and blew his head off. There was more splashing of water and I twisted to see another revenant rising from the water. I fired again and the pieces of him sank beneath the surface.
Now alone on the tile floor—except for one dead revenant—I coughed up water and did my best not to think about what had been in that water. Around me was a room that was identical to the one I’d been yanked from. Great. More cutting-edge mental health care. I looked at the water one more time and then shook my head dog-fashion, sending the water flying. Nik wasn’t coming. If he were, he’d have been here already. The other revenant must have closed some sort of hatch in the passage that connected the two tanks of water. Closed and locked it.
I set the flashlight on the floor to prop against my leg, which wasn’t bleeding too badly, wiped at my face, and rolled up my sleeve. On my arm the map of the tunnels sprang into view. Niko’s anal-retentive ways paid off yet again. I mentally traced a path that would connect the tunnel this room was off back to the tunnel where the others were. I knew Nik would be doing the same. Hopefully, I’d meet them in the middle. I grabbed the light and scrambled to my feet. The door to the room was half open and I slipped through into the hall, turning left.
And there was the bad news.
It was a concrete wall, one that wasn’t on the map. It wasn’t nearly as old as the walls of the tunnel. A recent addition, perhaps to keep trespassers and the more adventurous students out of a less stable part of the tunnels. Whatever it was, right now it was a huge pain in the ass. I holstered my gun, switched the light to the other
hand, and checked the map again. There was another connect, but it was in the other direction and farther. I gave in to the inevitable and started a steady lope.
The air was cool and damp, reminding me too much of the water I’d just come out of. I closed my mouth against it and kept moving. The revenants were waiting. I didn’t expect anything different. It was the ones that weren’t out hunting…who were done with hunting for the night. They were well fed and a little sluggish for it, but sluggish for a revenant is still fast—just not fast enough. They came in twos and threes into the light. I went through half a clip, but it wasn’t the revenants that worried me. It was Sawney. If he showed up, that was it. He’d handled all of us with a boggle and wolf chaser. If he caught me alone, ego and a smart mouth wouldn’t help me one damn bit. I thought of making a gate over to the next tunnel, but if I did that, there was no guarantee I’d be able to do my part when the time came. There was no guarantee I’d be conscious to even walk through that gate—not after the last time. I couldn’t take that chance.
I kept running, but I listened for a familiar insane cackle. I listened hard. And when I came to another wall, I did something else as hard.
“Son of a bitch.”
This wall was the same as the other, and it effectively penned me in the same as a mousetrap. It was a little less than a humane one with the revenants running around, but a damn effective one. Couldn’t these people update their maps? I had the explosive rounds, true, and if it had been a plaster wall, I could’ve used a clip to put a nice hole in it. But this wasn’t plaster; this was concrete. If I used every round I had on me…maybe, and then what would I use to distract Sawney? Other than serving up myself as a buffet supper, not a damn thing.
I didn’t want to go back in the water, but I didn’t see any way around it. I didn’t know if I could get past whatever obstruction was down there, but I knew I couldn’t get past this one. We were losing time. The later it got, the more revenants would come home from the hunt, and that would only make things harder. They were hard enough already. Goddamn it. I turned and this time, assuming I’d nailed all the revenants, I ran faster.