The Great Fury

by Thomas Kennedy

  “It’s not that simple Oengus. Your father stole the sword and I stole it from him.”

  “What?”

  “Oengus your father wanted vengeance. He helped me steal you and I helped him steal the sword.”

  “Tell me where it is now,” Oengus insisted.

  “Easy-peasy. It’s hidden in the Metropolitan Museum of Art.”

  “Anywhere in particular?”

  “There’s a suit of English armor in the Arms and Armor section. There is a sword that looks out of place. That’s it, you’ll find it there.”

  “But...”

  “No buts Oengus, that completes your mission and you can go back to Danu. Your only problem is to get the sword out of the exhibit and out of the building. I brought it in during a fire inspection but getting things out is harder. I just wanted rid of it. It kept moving, it was creepy. It seems to send out some sort of a pulse and if you take it out of the scabbard it glows. Very creepy.”

  “But isn’t that museum a huge place?” Oengus asked.

  “Sure, give me your address in New York. You get out of this situation and I’ll find you again. If you have the sword, fine. If not I’ll take you to it.”

  “Why not now Uncle John.”

  “Because Oengus we are in a trap. If we are caught we won’t find anything. We escape first and then worry about the sword.”

  “How do you know we are in a trap?”

  “Oh come on, just go kiss the woman.”

  Oengus took out his cell phone. “I’ll give you the number of the girl I share with.”

  “Nina?”

  “No uncle John, a girl called Maedbh,” Oengus said. He wrote the number on a napkin and gave it to his uncle.

  “Maybe you are a God of Love,” John said with a crooked smile. “Hardly a few days in New York and you have two women.”

  “She’s just putting me up until I find my feet.”

  “OK, this is what we do. You distract the woman. That will distract Hugo. We both head for the exits and disappear. Its a busy station with lots of people.”

  Full of misgiving Oengus stood and paid the waitress as he passed out of the barrier separating the cafe from the rest of the dining hall.

  Dearg Due watched him pay and felt pleased. Time to spring the trap.

  She was about to signal Hugo when she realized Oengus was smiling at her and heading in her direction. She frowned at this development but waited to see what would happen.

  Hugo gave a nod to his gang and they watched, waiting for a signal to move in.

  John slipped into the cafe kitchens and headed for the service exit.

  The Greyman saw John make his move and signaled Leanan. They moved swiftly but they were at the far side of the concourse and John went out of sight as they moved across.

  “Hello young man, why are you smiling at me?” Dearg Due asked as Oengus approached.

  “Darling,” Oengus said and kissed her full on the mouth, holding her head in both hands. Still sitting on her stool, Dearg Due kicked out with both legs and sent Oengus sprawling out of the sushi bar and into the main concourse. Hugo and his guys moved swiftly and grabbed Oengus.

  “She’s Magic,” Oengus said, looking towards his uncle John and then realized John had vanished.

  Dearg Due was feeling a physical shock. Never before had a man just come up and kissed her full on the mouth. She felt a storm of anger and yet, there was something in the kiss. She wanted him, she wanted to drink him, No she wanted...”

  “The Uncle went out through the cafe kitchen,” the Greyman hissed as he arrived.

  “Get him,” Dearg Due replied.

  People watched as Hugo and two of his gang held Oengus but no one interfered.

  “Come,” Dearg Due said and Hugo followed bringing the dazed Oengus along.

  The Greyman and Leanan and the rest of Hugo’s gang sped in through the kitchens in pursuit of John. But he was not to be found.

  “I guess he came in that way and went out the whatever way he came in,” Leanan suggested.

  “At least we have the boy,” the Greyman said.

  Puca Beag watched in surprise as Oengus emerged from the station in the arms of two large colored men. He wondered what he could do but he did nothing, as that was all he could think of. When they put Oengus into a black sedan he decided to follow and observe.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Oengus tried to hide his embarrassment. He was chained in a darkened area in some sort of a cellar. They had taken all his clothes.

  And then some hours later Maedbh had been brought in, and under the supervision of an older woman was stripped and chained in a chair. Had she not been blindfolded he would have been more embarrassed that she might have seen how he reacted to her being stripped to reveal her beautiful body.

  Hugo took his men away with a withering glance in his direction and left them in the silence.

  Now the woman was walking about inspecting the two prisoners.

  She cackled. Deirdre liked to cackle. It was a witch thing.

  She put her hand on Oengus’s heart and felt it beat. Restrained by his chains, Oengus could only watch. Then she went and put her hand on Maedbh’s heart. Maedbh squirmed and made a noise but she was equally helpless.

  “Two magic creatures, what a prize,” Deirdre cackled.

  “Two?” Maedbh said, realizing she might not be the only prisoner.

  “It’s me,” Oengus said.

  After a silence Maedbh asked, “Are you chained and naked?”

  “No talking,” Deirdre snapped.

  “Yes,” Oengus said.

  “Blindfolded?” Maedbh asked.

  “No,” Oengus admitted, feeling embarrassed for Maedbh.

  “I’ll gag ye both,” Deirdre threatened.

  She didn’t want to gag them as in her long experience a gagged prisoner might suffocate or have a seizure from the stress. She wanted her prisoners relaxed breathing easily and stress free as far as possible.

  “Take off my blindfold,” Maedbh asked, adding, “please.”

  Deirdre cackled.

  “You’re a witch,” she said. “Witches have to be blindfolded lest they cast a spell.”

  “I’m thirsty,” Oengus said to deflect attention from Maedbh.

  “Be thirsty and stay quiet or you’ll get neither drink nor food,” Deirdre said.

  Oengus watched as Deirdre took out a key and opened the door to the room.

  “She’s gone,” Oengus said after a while.

  “Where are we?” Maedbh asked with a sob in her voice.

  “No idea, but I think we are in a cellar.”

  “Oengus did you tell them where to find me?”

  “Of course not. Remember they followed us yesterday. They were there when I met my uncle and they took me. But he got away.”

  “They were waiting for me. A called man Hugo and two of his thuggish friends.”

  “And Venus?”

  “They put her in a cat basket. She’s smart, she’ll be ok.”

  “And Puca Beag?” Oengus asked hopefully.

  “No sign of him.”

  “What do you think they want with us?” Oengus asked after a further silence.

  “Probably want to eat our hearts.”

  “What!” Oengus was shocked.

  “The hearts of magic beings have special qualities.”

  “Such as?”

  “Oengus did they not teach you anything?”

  “Nothing magic Maedbh. I grew up on a farm and then I was sent to New York.”

  “Anyway a magic heart has a long life. If a witch eats one she can regain some of her youth. Of course good witches would never stoop to that sort of thing but there are bad witches, us
ually ugly.”

  “You’re not ugly,” Oengus offered.

  “Oengus given my situation that sort of remark is not helpful. I’ll thank you to avert your eyes and think of something else.”

  “I really meant...”

  “Oengus, you are a teenager. I know that but try to be a gentleman.”

  “OK.”

  Oengus wondered was he falling in love. This was his first ever view of a naked woman in the flesh. But then there was Nina.

  Nina the betrayer. He felt a surge of anger. Oengus pulled on his chains. But it was to no avail.

  “Are the chains made of silver?” Maedbh asked.

  “Now that you mention it I think so,” Oengus replied.

  “Then we are doomed.”

  ***

  Lived Dutronc regarded Morag with benign tolerance.

  “Tell me again. Did you say you have kidnapped two teenagers in New York, stripped them naked and tied them up in a cellar and that are holding them prisoner?”

  “A witch and a boy of unknown provenance. Dearg Due says he is magic, but we have to run tests to confirm. The female is definitely a female witch, albeit young one, probably an apprentice.”

  “An apprentice Morag? All apprentices have masters. What if you bring a witches coven down on us?”

  “Deirdre the Kerry witch is holding them in a secure cellar on her premises. They are bound in silver chains and the young witch is blindfolded. They are helpless.”

  “Morag do not let this sideline event distract from the main event. We are attempting to crash property prices in New York and hopefully the dollar on the currency markets. To do this we need chaos in New York.”

  “The spell is in the water system. If it is left undisturbed it will last a week untended. By then all sewer dwellers will be driven out onto the streets and subways. There will be chaos.”

  “I hope so Morag. We have taken sell positions in some key stocks and on the dollar foreign exchange. In addition our buy situation in environmental companies is looking good.”

  “We just need to keep it simple Lived and it will work its way through.”

  ‘Call me sir, not Lived.”

  “Yes sir,” Morag said. She felt a shiver of attraction. When he was cold it lit her fire and when he was domineering she wanted to surrender.

  “The New York population is very resilient,” Lived added.

  “The television reports sir?”

  “Yes Morag. The Mayor has put a bounty on the heads of sewer animals. A dime for every rat. There must be at least ten million rats.”

  “And a cent for every frog and twenty dollars per crocodile.”

  “It seems gangs are being formed to slaughter these beasts. People are just getting together in their buildings and creating hunting parties.”

  “As you say sir, New Yorkers are a resilient lot. But business is suffering and the economy will take a dip.”

  Lived considered for a moment.

  “Morag,” he said. “We need a big event to tip the scales.”

  “Suggestions?” Morag asked.

  “Work on it Morag and come up with something please,” Lived said.

  As he spoke he waved his hand dismissively.

  “Anything else sir?’ Morag offered.

  “Not today. But Morag,” Lived replied with a grin.

  “Yes sir?”

  “Make sure the teenage thing is not an issue. We don’t want to be distracted.”

  “Don’t worry sir. And I’ll keep you posted.”

  ***

  Venus was unhappy. A witch’s cat had status, respect even. But this Hugo had put her in a cat cage and given her to his mother.

  “For the rats,” he’d said and his mother had taken Venus with gratitude to her caring son.

  Now Venus was confined to the apartment and expected to patrol for rats coming in from the street. That said the food was home cooked and she liked the dollop of cream on the side of her saucer. So far, aside from the occasional scurry in the corridor, there had been no sign of a rat attempt to invade the apartment.

  There was a tip tap on the window. Hugo’s mother was watching a TV show and laughing at something.

  Venus jumped on to the back of a lounger. From this viewpoint she could see Puca in full pigeon mode trying to get her attention.

  Venus shrugged. The windows were sealed, the apartment door was locked.

  Puca shrugged, he’d expected more initiative from the cat. Puca flew down to ground level. He was distracted for a moment to peck a few tasty bits on the ground but then remembered he had a mission.

  Puca concentrated. It was exhausting. He concentrated again. Slowly he transformed into his best memory of Hugo, jeans and jacket included.

  He looked at his reflection in the glass of the first floor apartment. ‘Cool’ he thought, getting into the mood and the vibe.

  He turned to face the stoop and was surprised to see Nina bounding up the steps.

  Nina stopped in her tracks. “Hugo?” she asked, “I thought...”

  “You thought what?” Puca demanded in his best Hugo accent.

  “I... I thought I was speaking to you a minute ago up the street. You asked me to go check on your mother,” Nina stammered.

  “I’m a fast mover,” Puca alleged.

  Nina gave him a suspicious look.

  “That’s pigeon accent in there, are you the Puca Beag?”

  Puca was shocked. He’d thought he’d got the accent just right.

  “What are you going to do?” Puca asked anxiously.

  “I knew it,” Nina said triumphantly.

  “And how did you escape from Grand Central Station?” Puca demanded.

  “I can’t handle this,” Nina said.

  Her shoulders drooped.

  Puca made to put an arm around her. She recoiled with an expression of distaste.

  As Nina turned to go Puca cried, “Help me please, I don’t know what to do?”

  “What were you going to do?” Nina demanded.

  “I was going to try get the cat.”

  “Venus?”

  ‘They took Oengus in a black sedan. I followed the sedan and they took Oengus into a house in the Bronx. Then I went back to the apartment to warn them. Venus said we’d have to wait for Maedbh to get back from her classes. I waited on the roof. Later Maedbh went into the apartment. They were waiting in ambush and I only realized what was happing when they pulled her out and into a Ford Pickup truck. Hugo also took Venus in his cat cage and some electric stuff. He took off in one direction and the Pickup in another. I followed Venus as I thought it was logical to conclude that Maedbh would be brought to where they brought Oengus.”

  “Good thinking,” Nina said, showing respect.

  “So?” Puca asked.

  “So go get the cat,” Nina said.

  “Don’t go, help me please,” Puca asked.

  “You don’t get it Puca,” Nina said with a touch of sadness.

  “What, like?”

  “Like I’m not on your side.”

  “What, I thought you and Oengus were friends. He trusted you.”

  “Puca, it’s complicated.”

  “Help me get the cat,” Puca said.

  Nina shrugged. “I should shout for help and get them to grab you. Then they’ll have everyone,” Nina replied stiffly.

  “I’ll turn into a pigeon and every time you come out I’ll drop some doody on your head,” Puca said more in hope to cajole rather than in threat.

  Nina couldn’t help a laugh.

  “Listen, I think Hugo is in over his head. What with magic and all, it can’t be good. If I help Hugo mustn’t know and you must promise Hugo won’t be harmed.” Nina said.
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  “As far as I can help, no harm will befall either you or Hugo.” Puca promised.

  Nina went and knocked on the door of Hugo’s mother’s apartment.

  “Who there?” a voice called.

  “Nina here. I need the cat,” Nina replied.

  There was a noise as the door bolts and locks were pulled back. Puca, still retaining a Hugo appearance, hung back by the elevator. If Nina could spot him, he didn’t have the confidence to try fool Hugo’s mother.

  “The cat ain’t much use, it just sleeps,” Hugo’s mother said.

  Nina followed into the apartment.

  When Venus saw it was Nina he went into evasive mode, seeing her as the enemy. Nina and Hugo’s mother spent ten minutes before the cornered her.

  “Venus,” Nina said persuasively. “Please come with me. You won’t be harmed.”

  Venus gave her his haughty mixed with I’m trapped look.

  Nina put the cage down in front of Venus.

  “Your way or the hard way,” she said.

  “That cat is stupid, you don’t talk to a cat,” Hugo’s mother said, but then stopped in amazement as Venus stepped into the cage backwards and pulled the door closed behind her.

  “Clever cat,” Nina said.

  Venus shrugged, anything would be an improvement on her present captivity, calculating that movement might give her a chance to escape.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Morag regarded her team with a benign expression.

  “So far so good,” she said, and paused, her expression changing as she eyeballed the Greyman, “except the Fireman escaped.”

  “Sorry boss,” the Greyman said with a shrug that caused his grey cloud to swirl. Leanan coughed and waved it away.

  “Let me introduce a new associate,” Morag continued.

  Deirdre was at the bottom of the long table slightly apart from the group and although they had seen her none had acknowledged her presence at the table.

  Deirdre gave a nervous grin and could not repress a cackle.

  “Deirdre, meet Dearg Due, The Greyman and Leanan Sidhe.”

  Deirdre bowed her head in respect to each in turn as Morag gave their names. As a mere witch she knew of these creatures and their superior magical origins.