Deliverance (2 page)

"There is no need to worry, Nakissa jan."

A new special bulletin comes on and interrupts his argument. On the television, more images flash. This time we see London, Paris, Moscow.

While Maman starts praying (since when does she pray?), Bijan pretends he didn't see anything unusual and continues reassuring me. "Iran rests on a different tectonic plate than –"

I don't wait for him to finish. I can't claim to know as much about earthquakes as my stepfather – a geologist who works for an oil company – but I'm pretty sure that America and Europe aren't on the same plate either. And besides, there is this ticking clock inside my head and it's telling me we have to take cover. Now.

"Please," I beg. "Please listen to me. We need to take cover." My voice raises in panic and they take notice.

"Where's Ebi?" I ask, finally remembering my half-brother.

I don’t know if she’s just humoring me, but Maman stands up and calls him. There is no answer. No surprise since Ebi spends his evenings playing video games with a headset blasting the violent sounds into his skull.

"Get Ebi! We'll take cover under the dining room table." Bijan barks the order like an army general, and proceeds to crawl under our solid mahogany shelter. A moment later, I follow him. Maman reappears into the room pushing a very confused Ebi in front of her. He rolls his eyes but he crawls towards us.

Just as Maman crouches to join us, the shaking begins. The sound is what really gets to me at first. I expected the low rumble, but the metallic whining reminds me of fingernails on a chalkboard and sets my nerves on edge. And then the sound is the last thing on my mind. I open my mouth to scream out a warning, but though everything is moving in slow motion, it's already too late and Maman doesn’t get the chance to make it to the safety of our imported dining table before the bookshelf comes down to crush her.

The car cut a corner too tightly and before I knew it, I was practically leaning on her. Our proximity made me uncomfortable. It's not her that I want, I repeated to myself for the hundredth time since I found out the truth about her.

"Careful! Are you trying to kill us?" I ask.

She jerked the car around even rougher.

"No,
it's
trying to kill us." Her teeth clenched and she released her tight grip on the steering wheel to point in the general direction of the monster chasing us. "What I'm trying to do is drive your sorry butt to the airport so you can abandon us... leave us with this mess."

Aude has always been melodramatic. I guess this is what drew me to her in the first place and what made us fight so much afterwards. I hated to admit it, but I always preferred the drama centered on me. Being around her was insufferable, not only because she reminded me of Marguerite, though this, I had to admit, was one of the leading factors, but because she was... well, Aude.

"It's just a small rock demon. I could get rid of it in minutes, if I didn't have a flight to catch."

"You can't do anything without my help! And if you hadn't spent so long getting ready, we wouldn't have to rush like this."

This is why I had to leave. When her presence didn't tear my heart and burn my soul, she just irritated me. That Ramtin had texted her and provided us with a good lead almost on the other side of the world, well, that was just good fortune. I just hated how long we had had to wait to act on it.

Immediately after the Mohawk prophecy of the seventh generation had been set in motion, though earthquakes heavily damaged Montreal, we felt like we still could get events under our control. Rivers burning, birds falling from the sky, rock monsters, nothing we couldn't handle. But it didn't take long for us to realize the problems went beyond just a small prophecy, beyond just our city, country, or even continent. That's when I started getting antsy.

Aude swerved the car again in a manner that made me feel like I would lose my lunch, and then slammed on the brakes.

"We're going to have to fight it," she said through clenched teeth.

We were on a small side road, one of those shortcuts she favored. The ones that normally resulted in getting lost. She already had her seatbelt off and her door opened. That was Aude for you, when she felt in her element. She liked to take control, and these days fighting supernatural creatures were as much her elements as playing in her band.

I knew the drill. I had to keep it distracted. Keep it away from her. She could drain its essence and turn it into dust, but that took too much concentration. She needed me to run interference.

I ran up to the creature and attempted to punch it in the stomach. The impact sent a wave of pain burning a path from my fist to my elbow.

"Ow!"

Aude rolled her eyes. "Come on, Garnier! Don't be stupid about this. Shift!" She sent me a wave of essence, the life energy she could control as a witch, as if to cement her point. But it hadn't been lack of essence that had made me hesitate about shifting. Truth be told, I was rather attached to the dashing designer outfit I was wearing.

"There's just no point owning any nice clothing when you're a Gargoyle!" I caught her eye roll before I shifted.

In my live rock monster form, my muscles burned with energy. I could take on the world, I could… I didn't have time finish the thought before a great big rock fist smashed into my side. Pain seared through me and cut my breath short. I needed to concentrate. I jumped at him, aiming directly for his chest and knocked him to the ground, but he shook me off and stood back up. I circled him, pulled back to get better momentum and jumped again. Except this time I hit nothing but air. The stone monster had crumbed into sand and small rubble.

Aude cocked her head, and rubbed her hands on her faded hole-ridden skinny jeans. "Come on, you'll miss your flight. And I don't have all night either. Guillaume and I have band practice tonight."

She threw the set of spare clothing I keep in a paper bag in the car trunk in my direction and slid into the driver's seat. I quickly shifted back, slipped on the clothes and joined her.

I checked the car clock. "Not going to make it."

"We'll see about that." Aude stepped on the accelerator.

"I don't think buying you a car was Guillaume's smartest idea."

"I don't think you heading off to Iran without even a witch to help you deal with rock monsters is a very good idea either!"

I softened. There had been so much tension between us lately. From what some had dubbed the
apocalypse-in-progress
to Aude's often difficult personality and the memories she brought back about her great-aunt Marguerite, we had been getting along less and less well. What started as teasing would get her on the defensive and we’d argue. All. The. Time. But, under it all, Aude was a friend – family, really – and she was really worried about me.

"I'll be all right."

"You better be."

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll beat you up.” She grinned.

Once we made it to the airport, we realized we shouldn't have been worried about missing my flight. Though no earthquakes had shaken us for several weeks, the airports were just now re-opening to non-emergency, civilian flights, and it seemed everything was chaos. And of course, everything was delayed.

I hugged Aude goodbye and started the now even stricter process of getting through airport security. Measures put in place since the 
world-wide-state-of-emergency
.

The excitement hit me. I was heading off to a land full of history and memories. I was setting off on my own, independent for the first time in centuries.

Freedom. 

Leyli chain smokes her third cigarette while fiddling with the car stereo. The Tehran traffic is at a standstill so we aren't going anywhere. She discovers an old favorite European song on her playlist and sings along.  Her bright pink headscarf, which covers maybe two centimeters of her hair, matches her lipstick shade for shade. Huge sunglasses hide her eyes, but I can guess she's probably wearing her blue contacts. She's my best friend and I love her dearly our priorities are so different. Leyli would never risk going to the hospital without looking her best. There are young doctors there after all.

Between songs she turns to me – I think the traffic may have moved forward a few centimeters by now – and places her hand on my shoulder.

"It will be nice to have her back home."

I nod in agreement.

Maman's legs were in a horrible state after she was crushed by that bookshelf. There were fears she would never walk again. But a few expensive surgeries later, she is finally coming home.

"Bijan warned me that I'll still have my share of responsibilities, though. Maman will need a lot of help at the beginning."

Leyli nods absent-mindedly and tugs at a strand of hair, releasing it from the veil. I scan the cars around us until I see what caught her attention. About two car-lengths back, a BMW whose passengers look like university students, also idles.

If it weren't for Ehsan, I'd be checking the boys out right along with her, but I already have the perfect boyfriend. So I do what I now always do while Leyli is car-flirting. I mentally compare the specimen in the car with my own boyfriend. Sure, the BMW seems classy enough, but my boy drives a Benz – though it is technically his daddy's car.

These boys are trying to achieve that perfectly coiffed bed head look, but fall short of the mark. The strands of hair on their heads are just too well separated and they are sporting just a bit too much hair gel. It's the same style as Ehsan, but at least he makes it look natural. Effortless. Though I know it's everything but. I've seen the work he puts into his appearance when he has to fix his hair using the car's rear view mirror in a parking lot before we go somewhere.

"So what do you think?"

Sometimes I think Leyli can read my mind.

"I would say by the way they are looking at you that you stand a chance."

"I know 
that
!" she laughs. "Do you think they're worth my time?"

The traffic has moved a little, but Leyli hasn't. She's waiting for the BMW to catch up to her. This way she'll be able to exchange a few words with the boys and maybe even pass them her mobile number.