Zombies Sold Separately

by Cheyenne McCray

  “Shift?” He looked puzzled but I put my hand on his shoulder and pushed him so that he turned away from me. “Oh,” he said as he turned. My hair had already turned blue.

  The shift was a little painful if I didn’t stretch into it, but I wasn’t taking my eyes off the Sorcerer. I clenched my jaws together as my body took on its changes from my stronger muscles, my small fangs, to my amethyst skin. My arms were a little bigger causing my blouse to feel tight around my biceps and my slacks were more snug.

  When I finished the change, I held onto my purse and walked up behind Desmond. “Let’s go,” I said.

  The Sorcerer faced me and looked me up and down. “Definitely Drow.”

  “And your first clue was…?” I said as I walked past him. “How far away is your safe house?”

  “I’m going to draw a glamour so that I can’t be seen now,” I said.

  “A glamour?” He frowned as he glanced behind him. I almost ran into his back. “Where are you?”

  “Here,” I gave a light push to his shoulder.

  “Why didn’t you just do that when you shifted?” he asked.

  “If I could pull a glamour while shifting, it would be great,” I said. “However, I don’t have that particular talent.”

  Desmond looked around us as he stopped at the top of the stairs. “By any chance can you cloak me, too?”

  “Sure.” I took his hand and called on more of my air elemental magic to cloak us both.

  “Interesting,” he said. “I can see you now.”

  “Yeah, but no one can see us.” I gestured for him to go. “Lead the way.”

  “With your ability, I suppose we could have avoided the long cab ride, couldn’t we?” he said.

  “It would have saved a bit of time and the fare,” I said. “But you were sketchy on details, except to say that we were going to JFK, or I would have suggested it.”

  “Well, I will know next time,” the Sorcerer replied with a slight crack of a smile.

  I certainly hoped there wouldn’t be a next time.

  We slipped into an apartment building above an ale house restaurant with a Scottish name and thought that it was probably a place where the Sorcerer might hang out. With a few tweaks of his accent, he’d fit right in.

  We jogged up the stairs to the top floor. “Do you have a thing for heights?” I asked him.

  He shrugged. “I like to have a few options available and the rooftop gives me another one.”

  “Options for what?” I asked but he only shrugged.

  When we reached the last apartment down the hallway, Desmond held his hand up to the door and paused. He closed his eyes and a green glow radiated from his hand until the surface of the door was entirely covered with the glow.

  “It’s safe,” he said as he opened his eyes. He held his hand above the doorknob. It clicked and creaked as the lock turned and the door opened.

  I dropped the glamour when the door closed behind us. “This is more like I thought a Sorcerer’s place might be.” I studied the front room as we walked in. “Not the stark look your loft in SoHo has.”

  “Stark?” He raised his eyebrows. “You call that stark?”

  “Compared to this, yes,” I said

  Paintings hung on the walls, so many that every available space seemed to have an oil, an acrylic, a watercolor, or a multimedia piece of art.

  I swept my gaze over the work. “None of these are yours.”

  “Not only do I enjoy painting,” he said, “but I enjoy collecting, too.”

  “I see that.” And I saw a whole lot more that told me about the Sorcerer. “You’ve been here a while.” The collections of books in the built-in bookcases looked worn and well-read, but there was a certain feel to them, as if this had been their home for a very long time. That everything here had been a part of his life for countless years.

  “How long have you lived here?” I asked as my gaze returned to meet his.

  “Since I left my home,” he said. “The Doran Otherworld.”

  I frowned. “I’ve never heard of Doran before the Magi mentioned it.”

  “As we preferred it.” Desmond set his messenger bag on top of a black piano next to a bookcase on my left. “Unfortunately my world was discovered by a ruthless race of beings, the Kerrans.”

  My forehead wrinkled as I concentrated. I let him continue.

  “They came from Kerra which is a relatively small Otherworld and you have even less of a chance of knowing what it is.” He shook his head. “Or was.”

  “What do you mean?” I asked.

  “One moment.” Desmond went to the center of the room. The room was filled with an eclectic selection of chairs, lamps, end tables, and a coffee table, along with two bookcases and the piano. It managed to look comfortable and roomy at the same time. Maybe it was magic. “I’m better with pictures,” he said.

  Made sense. He was an artist, after all.

  Desmond held his palms close together and formed a ball of green light that sizzled and crackled. His fingers were still stained green and brown but the streak that had been on his cheek was gone.

  He released the ball of light. It floated upward and expanded into a sort of magical hologram of a planet.

  “This is Doran.” The Sorcerer gave a wistful smile that faded away. “It is beautiful and it was my home.”

  When I started to say something he held up one hand. “This will move on quite a bit faster if you stop asking so many questions.”

  “Fair enough,” I said as I gripped my purse, feeling the weight of the stones in it and wondering when I’d get a chance to show him.

  He held his palms close again and this time formed a blue ball of light. He released it and it floated a good distance away and formed a much larger hologram.

  “Otherworld,” I said, somehow knowing at once that it was my home world.

  He nodded as he formed an orange ball and it expanded and the easily recognizable Earth Otherworld came to be. It was smaller than the other two holograms, considerably smaller than my Otherworld.

  Then the Sorcerer released a red ball of light that grew almost as large as the one for my Otherworld. “Kerra,” Desmond said with a scowl.

  I studied it and the amazing detail of the Sorcerer’s magic floored me. I could see desert wastelands, volcanoes spewing lava, great rivers and oceans, all in a holographic outline.

  “Kerra is almost dead.” He touched the magic hologram and it turned around, blackness eating the world in a slow flood of black sludge.

  It gave me such a creepy feeling that I shivered.

  “When the world started to kill its people, their leader began to look for a new world to take over.” Desmond flicked his fingers and a figure appeared, an older man in about his seventies, wearing a blue robe. The man’s graying red hair was long enough to reach the middle of his back. He looked so … familiar.

  “The Sorcerer Amory,” Desmond said with clear disgust in his voice. “With him is where it all begins.”

  “Amory…” The name turned over in my mind and a shudder rippled through me. “I’ve heard that name … I’ve seen him.”

  Desmond glanced at me. “That body was failing when I last saw him. He should have taken a new Host.”

  I shook my head. “I saw him. I know it.”

  He moved to the larger blue hologram of Otherworld. “You must have been very young,” he said.

  A slow chill rolled over me. “I saw that male when the Zombies came to Otherworld.” My gaze snapped to his. “I was five.”

  Desmond gave a slow nod. “Otherworld was the second world he chose, but the atmosphere proved incompatible in the long term for them, so they moved on.” He held up his hand again when I started to talk so I closed my mouth and listened.

  When I was quiet again, Desmond formed another ball of light in his hands, this one purple. He released it and it floated near Kerra. “This is Yorath, a magical Otherworld. Twenty-five years ago when Amory’s world started to die, the atmosphere w
as changing and becoming uninhabitable. Amory began searching for ways to save his people.”

  Desmond frowned at the image of the Sorcerer Amory. “Without finding another world, his people would all die eventually. He had to find a new world where his people could thrive. Not to share, but to take over,” Desmond said. “When they found another world, Amory wanted to own that Otherworld. So with few weapons and no presence of strength in a new world, Amory had to develop a way to quietly take control of the selected Otherworld.”

  I listened to Desmond talk, trying to imagine a being caring for his people but ultimately evil in his intentions to people of any other world.

  “Amory had an idea, but he had to develop and perfect the method. He began to travel back and forth between Yorath and Kerra,” Desmond said, “stealing Yorathians and experimenting on them. He killed many Yorathians in his search.”

  Desmond’s expression turned sad as he studied the purple hologram. “It took Amory much trial and error but he found a way to harness a person’s essence, their brain if you will. Some might call it their personhood, or even their soul.” Desmond drew something in the air next to the image of the Sorcerer Amory. “He discovered a way in that first magical world to retain essences which are taken over in stones found there, and allowed them to maintain life while held in a suspended type of existence.”

  I started to tell Amory about the stones in my purse but he gave me a look that had me shutting my mouth.

  Desmond showed an image of a male standing next to the Sorcerer. “Step one … Amory gave an ‘empty’ stone to one of his people, a Sentient.” The Sorcerer in the image gave the stone to the male in front of him. It was like watching a movie in 3-D.

  “Step two … the Sentient traveled through a portal to the Yorath Otherworld and went to a preselected Host body.”

  The image of the Sentient with the stone floated over to the purple planet. An image of another male appeared, coming from Yorath.

  “Step three … the Sentient with the stone needed only to touch the individual from Yorath.” The Sentient from Kerra reached out and touched the image of the male from the other world.

  “Their essences were exchanged.” Light traveled from the Sentient to the Yorathian’s head and another burst of light went to the stone. “Now the essence of the Yorathian is trapped in the stone. The essence of the Kerran is now in the Yorathian’s Host body.”

  My forehead wrinkled in concentration. “So the Sorcerer gives a stone to one of his people, a Sentient. That Sentient travels and touches a person in the other world and their essences are traded.”

  “Yes, in a way,” Desmond said. “The essence of the person whose body becomes a Host is trapped in the stone while the Kerran’s essence takes over the Host’s body. Those in the stone exist in a suspended world. They are there, but it is as if no time moves. They are conscious, yet they are not.”

  My head hurt from trying to make sense of what he was telling me. “So now that person is in the stone, the other person is in the body of the first.”

  “Yes.” Desmond smiled. “You are a quick study.”

  Sure I was. It still had my brain twisted. “Then what happens to the Sentient’s body?”

  “Once the essence is gone from the Sentient,” Desmond said, “the body becomes a Shell. What you call a Zombie.”

  “Step one give the stone to a Sentient, step two find a Host, step three exchange essences from the Sentient to the Host and the Host to the stone.” I was determined to figure this out. “The former Sentient’s body becomes a Zombie.”

  “Yes.” Desmond nodded.

  A chill crept over me at the thought of the beings. “Why are the Zombies so … so murderous if they no longer have an essence?”

  “Amory programs them with an appetite to hunt, to kill, to eat.” An angry expression crossed Desmond’s features. “They assist him in taking over the Otherworld he wants to conquer. He can turn that program on or off to fit his purpose.”

  I swallowed. This so did not sound good. The more Desmond talked, the worse everything sounded.

  “Let’s get back to my explanation,” he said with a nod to his holograms. “Step four … the Host returns to Kerra with the stone now containing the Host’s essence.”

  The 3-D image of the Host went to the image of the Sorcerer Amory that was still standing beside the red hologram. “The Sorcerer takes the stone and keeps it in a special room, after he performs a spell to seal the Sentient in the Host’s body. If it isn’t sealed the exchange can go awry.”

  My brows furrowed in concentration. “What do you mean it can go awry?”

  “It means that if the stone is touched by another being, an exchange of essences can happen instantaneously.”

  My head was spinning, trying to comprehend it all. “So does this mean that if a Host is sealed it can’t be reversed?”

  Desmond frowned. “No … there is a spell which will allow the exchange of essences from a stone into the original Host’s body. The Sentient’s essence would then go into the stone.”

  It was too much to absorb all at one time. “Okay, skip the hosting part and move on to the next step, if there is one.”

  “Step five.” Desmond took a deep breath. “After a ‘normal’ exchange of essences, and a ‘normal’ sealing, Amory then puts the stone into a collection he keeps and sends the Host back to the Otherworld he’s trying to take over. The stone must not be lost or damaged or its Host body will die, so great care is taken to preserve and protect these stones.”

  “So the Host’s essence is still around,” I said. “It’s just trapped in a stone now.”

  “Yes,” Desmond said, “that is exactly what happens.”

  I said, “That means all of these Zombies running around were once Sentients.”

  Desmond nodded.

  “So you said the purpose of this was to take over this new world?” I asked.

  “Correct. No cause was known, but Kerra was a dying planet and killing its people with no remedy to change that,” Desmond said. “Amory had to find someplace to take his people. A world to take over and make his own.”

  “What happened with Yorath?” I asked.

  “The world turned out to not be hospitable to the essences the Hosts now carried so he had to abandon his takeover,” Desmond said.

  I glanced to the blue sphere. “What about when he came to Otherworld?”

  Desmond moved so that he was now beside the hologram of my Otherworld. “The environment wasn’t as hospitable as they had hoped.”

  I tried not to think about those dark days. “They weren’t there for long.”

  “Amory found Doran.” Desmond rubbed his temples. “The Sorcerer’s magic worked in my world and his people thrived. He was ruthless. He and his Sentients took over my world and my people.

  “The entire world.” Desmond turned his pain-filled gaze to me. “Amory took or murdered everyone.”

  TWENTY-SEVEN

  Slow chills rolled down my spine. “Everyone?”

  “Yes,” was all he said. An incredible sense of sadness filled the room.

  I had the urge to touch his hand to comfort him, but I didn’t. “How did you end up here?”

  “This Earth Otherworld was Amory’s second choice for his people, so I knew of it,” Desmond said.

  “How exactly did he overcome you?” I asked.

  “He tricked me.” Desmond shook his head. “I gave up my power for my people in my world so that he would let them live and not use their bodies for Hosts.” Desmond scowled. “He lied and took my people or murdered them, and I ended up powerless in my home world.”

  The black sludge I’d felt in my belly after my nightmares returned. This was a living nightmare.

  “By the time I discovered the plan, his people had infiltrated everything.” Raw pain and anger made Desmond’s jaw tighten. “I was too powerful for his magic to work on me directly. My power was as great as his.”

  It wasn’t boasting when Desmond sp
oke about his magic, that much was easy to see. It was simple fact in his reality.

  “But when it came down to it, my power meant nothing.” Desmond looked away from me, toward a window covered with a dark curtain. “Amory had numbers, and his numbers won out. By the time he had infiltrated our ranks, we as a people could not defend against so many.”

  Desmond sounded as if words stuck in his throat and he had a hard time getting them out. Pain like I’d never seen was on his face. The pain of loss so deep it could never be overcome. “And then they were gone. My people. The people of my world. Gone.”

  The genocide that had happened in the Doran Otherworld because of the Sorcerer Amory and the Kerrans was incomprehensible. How could anyone, anyone be so evil?

  Even the Vampires, as evil as they are, could not come close to doing what had happened to Desmond and his people. An entire race. An entire world.

  Desmond paused, as if he was trying to collect himself. He turned away from the window. “Amory had an ability to detect wherever I was in Doran. He had a mission initially to capture and kill me after his double cross, but he realized it was far worse for me to know that I had no power to recapture Doran and I posed no threat to him.”

  Desmond gave a heavy sigh filled with what must have been the hopelessness he had eventually felt in those days. “And then it was too late. My world’s fate was sealed and there was no chance to reverse it. I chose to flee that world and come to the Earth Otherworld.”

  The Sorcerer went to the hologram of the Earth Otherworld and lightly caressed it. The glow of the hologram rippled. “I chose to come here and I have lived a quiet life.”

  He moved his finger and all of the Otherworlds started bouncing against one another like balls in a game of billiards. “I knew he would attempt to destroy me. Now that Amory’s Sentients were led to me, he may know that I am in this Earth Otherworld. I don’t believe he would consider that I have my powers here. If he did he would do whatever he could to kill me. He doesn’t know that that I may be the only one with the power to threaten his plan.”