by D. N. Leo
It was too late for the fox. Before it had fully turned, Gale had swung a kick at its side, flipping it over Jaxper and sending it rolling away several feet, howling in pain.
“You don’t do that to a lady,” Gale said and darted at the fox, giving it another kick before it regained its footing. It rolled away several feet, and in a flash, it shifted into a human—a man in his thirties. The shifting was too fast for an ordinary shapeshifter. Then, on the front shoulders of the naked man, round holes opened like the lens of a camera. Jaxper could tell Gale had anticipated that. He ducked down just before two laser beams came out of the holes.
“Stupid Xiilok robot,” Gale said. On his way down to the ground, Gale pulled out the knife Michael had given him. He rolled forward, got to his feet, and lunged at the robot.
Gale’s movements were surprisingly fast. For a moment, Jaxper thought her vision was blurry, but when she looked at the pumas and saw them clearly, she realized Gale was blurred because of the speed at which he moved.
The were-fox man was stunned by Gale’s speed. He hadn’t anticipated Gale’s movement the way Gale had expected his shifting. Gale stabbed his knife into the middle of the man’s chest.
Jaxper wondered why he hadn’t aimed for the heart or the head, where instant death would be guaranteed, but then she saw the chest of the man open like the door of a small cabinet, revealing wires and robotic parts inside. Gale had opened the robot’s chest like one would pry open a locker. As he plunged the knife in, something sparked, and its body totally stopped.
Gale peeled off a tag on a wire next to the robot’s mechanical heart and looked at the text on it. “105x,” he read. “You’re a primitive model. A disgrace to the technology of the multiverse.” Then he pulled some small square discs from the ribcage area. “Let’s see what data you’re capable of storing.” He flicked through a couple of discs and stopped at the third one. “Gale Brody? Why am I in your databank?”
Suddenly the head of the robot exploded, and something shot out and up into the air.
Gale staggered back several steps. He looked up to the sky and muttered, “Trouble.”
Jaxper approached. “Trouble is my middle name. What’s up?”
“It transmitted the information here to whatever hired it. This robot isn’t as primitive as I thought. It has two switches.”
“Makes perfect sense to me.” Jaxper rolled her eyes. “Nobody was hunting you guys from the multiverse. So this is breaking news to them!”
Gale’s computer let out a joyful ping. “We’ve got the gateway!” He said and walked toward his computer. But before he got there, a beam of light shot down from the sky. A giant fifty-foot tall column of light reached from the ground upward through the trees.
“Is that your gateway?” Jaxper asked.
“No, that’s a disaster.”
Chapter Thirty-One
“Get away from the holocast!” Michael shouted in Gale and Jaxper’s direction. But Lyla knew he was yelling at Jaxper specifically. She was an Earth creature and had never traveled to the multiverse before, and entering a holocast or a gateway was like a death sentence.
Lyla was running beside Michael. She could barely keep up with him. He moved as if he hadn’t just recovered from an extreme loss of energy.
Jaxper pointed at the giant light beam. “Is that thing a holocast?”
Gale turned and saw Michael and Lyla running toward them. “Yes,” he said and pulled Jaxper away. “It won’t harm me, but it will kill you if you pass through the light.”
Lyla rushed over. “Stay behind us, Jaxper.” Then her eyes landed on Gale. He looked different. His blue eyes had darkened several shades. She knew something had changed inside him, and she didn’t like what she was thinking.
“I need to work on the computer. We’re really close to getting the gateway open.” Gale returned to his computer. Lyla gestured, asking Jaxper keep an eye on Gale. Jaxper nodded.
“Show yourself, coward,” Michael said, looking at the empty light beam.
Lyla approached, but Michael pushed her behind him. The faint image of a human shape flickered and then solidified in the middle of the light beam.
“Do you recognize him?” Michael asked.
“No.”
The man, now in a more solid form, smiled. “But I know you well, Lyla.”
He looked human. Maybe in his late thirties. But Lyla was sure he wasn’t human at all.
“You can’t step out of that holocast, either because you can’t handle Earth’s environment or you’re afraid of us,” Michael said.
“I don’t fear anything.”
“That’s Kan. He’s the top-caliber contractor of multiverse mercenaries in Xiilok. I recognize the signals,” Lyla said.
Kan chuckled. “You’re a smart cookie, Lyla.”
She hurled a fireball at him. The fire hit the wall of light and bounced back. She ducked to avoid the ricochet.
“Smart, but vicious. You have no patience, Lyla, and that’s not good for a leader. I thought your father would have taught you that.”
A pretentious smile spread across Kan’s face, making Lyla want to hurl another fireball at him. But she knew now that her fire couldn’t penetrate his holocast wall. Even if it could, she didn’t think Kan was there in the flesh, and in that case, she couldn’t hurt him.
The holocast was the most common channel of communication used in the multiverse. It beamed hologram images of the communicators across dimensions without the individuals having to physically travel. However, they had the option to travel with it, and in such cases, the holocast turned into a gateway or portal through which the individual could exit the beam and join the outside environment. Traveling the other way, though, wasn’t as smooth. If uninvited or unauthorized, the outsider could not penetrate a holocast or gateway channel without being hurt.
Lyla wasn’t surprised when her fireball bounced. But still, for some strange reason, she just wanted to continue hurling fire at Kan.
“Well, Michael, to be honest, I’m only interested in Lyla, but last time, in Xiilok, you interrupted my plan. So this time I’ll get you both, just to be sure.”
“Are you inviting us into your holocast?” Michael smiled.
Lyla knew Michael was trying to either lure Kan out or get them an invitation to enter. But Lyla’s instinct was telling her that to survive the multiverse and rise to his position in Xiilok, Kan wasn’t a creature Michael could easily trick.
“Get ready,” Gale muttered under his breath, but loud enough for Michael and Lyla to hear. That could only mean he was going to open the gateway back to the Daimon Gate at any moment. It was the one and only chance to get out of the situation, now that they were under attack. The Daimon Gate was a safe haven.
Lyla didn’t want to turn toward Gale to acknowledge him. She cursed silently. The ability to inject thoughts as messages into others’ minds was a skill her mother had. But not Lyla. She felt useless.
Michael looked at her. He said nothing, but she knew he wanted to say he had also heard Gale. They stepped slowly backward toward Gale.
“Why are you leaving Earth so soon, Lyla?” Kan smiled. “I won’t make contact with you, but I’ll have to make arrangements for that. It may be rude of me to talk to you via the holocast wall, but I won’t invite you in until you’re incapacitated.”
They heard a roar and then the rumbling noise of an army of paranormal creatures heading their way. Michael and Lyla turned and saw an enormous pack of were-wolves and were-foxes creeping stealthily toward them.
Michael pulled Lyla behind him. “Where are you with the gateway, Gale?” Michael asked.
“Coming!” Gale said without looking up.
Jaxper, who was standing next to Gale, made a move toward Michael and Lyla.
“Stay here!” Gale said without breaking his concentration.
“Stay, my ass!” Jaxper left him, galloping toward Michael and Lyla.
Kan smiled from inside the protective light of the ho
locast, enjoying the commotion outside.
The first group of wolves charged.
Michael blasted them with his newfound power, burning them from the inside out. Their bodies exploded into ashes and bones, which rained down to the ground. Michael breathed heavily from the exertion, and blood trickled from his nose.
Lyla pushed him aside. As the second group of wolves charged, she hurled fire at them. Unlike Michael, her fireballs didn’t suck the energy out of her. She could throw fire over and over again, willing the energy from the natural environment around her to fuel it.
“Fire summoner!” said Kan.
He didn’t say it out loud, but for some reason unknown to Lyla, she could hear him as if he’d whispered it directly into her ear.
Lyle kept throwing fire, and the wolves kept coming. They were burned one by one, but it was like firing a single bullet at a time with a handgun. Soon they would be outnumbered by paranormal creatures.
Another pack emerged on her side. She didn’t have a free arm to fire at them.
Suddenly, she saw them shattered into ashes, and she knew Michael had blasted at them. She looked back and could see blood trickling out of his ears now.
“We’re nearly there!” Gale shouted.
Lyla saw a crack in the sky and then light shooting down to the ground a few hundred feet away. While it was a promising sign, she was afraid they might not even make the short distance to the gateway.
Chapter Thirty-Two
A gigantic light beam streamed down to the ground from above.
“The gateway,” Lyla said.
Michael turned and saw it, too. “Let’s go,” he said and grabbed her arm, pushing her toward it.
The wolves attacking them were stunned for a few seconds by the scene of the opening gateway. But then they charged again. Michael again pushed Lyla in the direction of the light. He turned and blasted another heat wave at the pack. This attempt sent him to the ground, spitting out blood.
He scrambled up as the next pack of wolves ran over the piles of bones and ashes he had just created. Lyla turned around.
“Don’t! Keep running, Lyla!” Michael shouted at her.
She knew Michael didn’t have many blasts left in him.
Gale stood up from his computer, showing that he was done with the gateway opening. He looked toward the commotion and then at Kan inside the holocast.
Kan paced back and forth, agitated at seeing the opening of the gateway.
More wolves came.
Female cries echoed in the air from the deep forest. Then, from out of the darkness, a troop of women in long blue dresses appeared. They attacked from behind the wolf pack. After several blows of blindingly bright light, many wolves at the back were killed or injured. They howled in pain.
A woman in blue approached Jaxper. Jaxper nodded in acknowledgment. “Witch of the Lake, thank you for answering my call,” Jaxper said.
“We owe your mother a favor. Let’s call it even. Do you need us to hold off these wolves?”
Jaxper nodded. “Yes, please. Thank you.” She rushed toward Michael. She grabbed his arms and pushed him toward the gateway as he had Lyla.
“Go, all of you. I’ll take care of this,” Jaxper said.
They heard a roar from the holocast. Kan stepped out through his protective light screen. His eyes were red with anger. He pulled out a weapon that looked something like a machine gun and blasted it at Jaxper.
Gale grabbed Jaxper from behind, swinging her backward and out of the range of fire. The residual impact and the heatwave from the shot pushed Gale backward and burned his left forearm.
“Take Lyla and go!” he said to Michael.
“No,” Lyla said, but she couldn’t hold her ground as Michael lifted her up and carried her toward the gateway.
Before Kan could get another shot, Gale fired at him.
Over Michael’s shoulder, Lyla looked back and saw that her previous speculation about Gale had been correct. Gale’s eyes fired out two strong beams of electronic fire at Kan. Kan was pushed backward several steps.
“Don’t you dare do this to me, Gale. I created you,” Kan said, looking as if his head would explode with anger.
“Put me down!” Lyla shouted at Michael, but he didn’t stop running toward the gateway.
Gale was no longer himself. He continued to approach Kan, and fire streamed out of his eyes. Kan staggered back, stumbled, and fell over. He grabbed his gun and pulled the trigger, firing at Gale.
Gale’s right leg caught on fire, and he looked down at it. His skin glowed, and then the fire died out.
Gale looked back up at Kan.
“Is this worth it?” Kan asked. “Do you still have your own brain to think, Gale?” He pulled out a device and raised it in the air for Gale to see.
“You hurt Lyla! You’re a dead man!” Gale said and fired again.
“No, no! Put me down!” Lyla screamed. She wriggled her way out of Michael’s grasp, flopped to the ground, then got up and ran back to Gale.
Gale fired one more time, and Kan caught on fire. He stood, broke the device in his hand, threw it toward Gale, and then ran toward the holocast. He jumped inside. The holocast, the light, and Kan vanished.
Gale was on his knees. Lyla held his face between her hands. “No, no, don’t do this to me, Gale. Can you try?” She grabbed the device on the ground. She smashed it with her fist, but it didn’t work, so she threw it away. Tears streamed down her face.
“Tell me what to do, Lyla,” Michael asked.
“Gale’s a robot. He’s going to self-destruct. The device has triggered it.” She grabbed Gale’s shoulders while he was kneeling. “Look at me, Gale. Whatever is left of you, I know you understand me, and you trust me.”
Gale looked at Lyla blankly.
“Please nod, Gale. Do you trust me? Do you authorize me to do this?” she asked as she pressed her left thumb to his right temple. “Do you authorize me, Gale?”
Gale blinked. He looked up at Lyla and said, “Yes.”
Michael saw a spark under Lyla’s thumb, and Gale totally shut down. He collapsed into her arms.
“I’ll carry him. Let go.” Michael took Gale from Lyla’s arms.
“No, he’s too weak. He won’t survive the gateway.”
“It’s closing, Lyla. When we get back to the Daimon Gate, we’ll sort everything out. There’s nothing we can do here. He was prepared to die for you, Lyla. You have a responsibility to your citizens, to your universe.”
“I won’t leave my man behind, Michael.”
“I would make you go if I were him.”
The witches still fought the wolves. Things were getting louder. Jaxper had joined the blue dress witches, and they were being overpowered. The wolves advanced. The witches withdrew several steps. Jaxper fell as the wolves lunged forward.
Michael raced a few steps ahead.
“Don’t, Michael!” Lyla called out, but Michael had made up his mind. He blasted a heat wave, and Lyla knew it was his last draw. All the wolves were burned quickly into ashes.
Michael’s knees buckled, and he collapsed.
The witches in blue stopped all action. They stared at Jaxper, who was withdrawing toward Michael.
“He’s the One!” a woman in blue said. Then all the witches slowly approached Michael and Jaxper.
Jaxper waved her hand. “He’s from the multiverse. Out there.” She pointed toward the closing gateway. “He can do many things, but he is not the One.”
“I don’t believe you,” the woman in blue said. The group of witches in white approached Jaxper. While they looked elegant, their manner was menacing.
Chapter Thirty-Three
A fireball flew toward the witches of the lake, crashing right in front of them and stopping them from advancing on Jaxper.
Lyla smiled. “She’s telling the truth. Michael is my guard and my friend. He isn’t the One you mentioned, whatever that means.”
Lyla and Jaxper carried Michael and placed him next
to Gale. Lyla looked at the gateway. It had totally shut down. Did that mean she was stuck here forever? What if she couldn’t recover Gale? What if she couldn’t revive Michael? Not only was she stranded on Earth, in this strange forest, but she would have to live here by herself?
She looked back at the witches. They lined up and slowly approached her and Jaxper. She cursed to herself. If she was forever in exile, she might as well put up a good fight and die here and now.
“What exactly do they want, Jaxper?” she asked through her teeth.
“Michael’s soul.”
“That’s impossible.”
“That’s what happens in the witch world. The impossible. Don’t you think the witches of the lake look like they want to eat us alive to get Michael’s soul?” asked Jaxper.
“They’re aggressive, but that doesn’t mean they want his soul. He’s from the multiverse. He’s like me. We have essence. Is that what you mean by soul?”
“I don’t know what essence is. A soul is a soul, and my god wants his soul.”
“God of the witches?”
“Yes.” Jaxper glanced at the coming witches. “I think we should try to keep our souls first. These witches of the lake have a connection with the underworld. It’s okay if we’re on their side. But now, apparently, we’re not.”
“Stop right there, or I’ll send fire at you. You’ve seen what I can do,” Lyla said as authoritatively as possible.
The head of the witches of the lake smiled. “You’re a fire summoner. I know that.”
“Is a fire summoner an official position or just an ability?” Lyla asked Jaxper.
“It’s the ability you have. It’s a god bless. I don’t know what else you can do but make a big fuss over your fire. It gives us an advantage.”
Lyla looked at the advancing witches. “Yes, I'm a fire summoner. So you don’t want to argue with me,” Lyla said and fixed her stance.
“We mean you no harm. As you can see, we have just helped you with the wolves. Now, all we need is that man.” She pointed at Michael.