Got Thrills? A Boxed Set (A McCray Collection) (42 page)

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Tomahawk tossed him an assault rifle. Rook caught it in midair and pointed out the door as those freaking winged demons caught up with them. Tomahawk joined him, firing into the horde.

If it wasn’t vengeful lightning, it was always something else.

* * *

Beauty tried to keep Chad calm as Fanny put her fingers in her ears to block out the sound of automatic fire… that didn’t seem to be making much of a dent in the demons.

“Can I shoot something?” Fanny asked, but Beauty shook her head.

“No, honey. Leave it to the boys.”

“But I’m really, really, really good at it!” Fanny insisted, wringing her hands.

Before Beauty could remind Fanny that then she was inside a video game, the helicopter pitched to the left, making a steep and scary descent. Beauty searched up front to find the pilot slumped over.

She made her way forward. “Are you—?”

Beauty touched his hand, and his index finger fell off.

“Rook!” she yelled.

“A little busy!” he shouted back.

Tomahawk, though, took a moment to glance over his shoulder as Beauty knocked another finger off. He tapped Rook on the shoulder.

“No, seriously, you need to see this!”

Clearly annoyed, Rook turned around as the pilot’s hand… fell off. You had to give it to the zombie’s work ethic. He tried to steer the helicopter with his knee.

“Take over!” Rook ordered Tomahawk, as Beauty did her best to stabilize the joystick.

* * *

“I can’t! I’m not qualified,” Tomahawk responded, squeezing off a few more rounds into the rapidly approaching winged demons.

“Why not?” Rook asked, firing equally as rapidly. “You can drive a car.”

“It’s not the same thing,” Tomahawk protested. You didn’t “drive” a chopper.

“Well, somebody had better do something!” Beauty yelled as the pilot’s knee collapsed at a ninety-degree angle, and his nose fell onto the dash.

Rook glanced over. “Do you really want me to try?”

Given that the last time Tomahawk tried to teach Rook to drive, it ended in a totaled Subaru and seventeen stitches, Tomahawk handed his gun to Angela. “Just squeeze the trigger.”

The woman looked askance, but took the weapon.

Tomahawk gently attempted to move the pilot from his seat, but first an arm fell off, and then the head rolled off and hit Rook in the ankle.

Rook glanced down, then kicked the head out of the chopper. “When I catch up with Vlad…”

If they caught up with Vlad, Tomahawk thought as he unceremoniously dumped the pilot’s torso and legs out of the pilot’s seat. Tomahawk took the stick, but the zombie pilot made it look easier than it was. They pitched forward, and then back. Tomahawk tried to stabilize their flight. Making matters worse, the demons had caught up with them, jostling the craft off any course Tomahawk tried to set.

Then Tomahawk realized that there was no more shooting. He glanced over his shoulder to find Rook smiling. Never a good sign.

“This is a military chopper, isn’t it?” he asked.

Clearly, from the markings and instrumentation, it was. “Yes. And?”

“Then let’s put the taxpayers’ money to work.”

Tomahawk did his best to work the joystick and use the weapon’s controls, but his effort was doomed.

“Here, let me help,” Beauty said, as she went to get into the copilot’s seat, but Fanny jumped in first.

“I’ll do it!”

“Fanny, I don’t think—” Tomahawk tried to warn her, but the girl already had the safeties off and was getting ready to fire.

“Now, rather than later!” Rook demanded.

“That’s funny! That’s almost the name of a candy!” She replied with great glee.

Beauty tried to move her out of the seat, yet Fanny refused to budge. Tomahawk struggled to level out their flight as Fanny flipped a switch and began firing.

“Take that! And that! And that! You meanies!!!”

At first, the beasts scattered upon the buffeting wind. But pretty darn quickly, they realized that Fanny had the enthusiasm, but very poor aim. Boldly, they struck at the craft until they parted, revealing a demon double their size, covered in armor.

Before Tomahawk could say anything, Fanny switched to the missile.

“Oh, so you think you’re the big boss?” She fired a missile, but missed by twenty feet.

“No!” Tomahawk yelled as he tried to stop her hand from firing the second missile.

“Kowabunga!” Fanny yelled, releasing not just the second but also the third missile—extremely wide of their mark.

Beauty wrestled with the girl. “No. That’s our last one!”

But it was too late. The missile rocked the chopper as it launched. Their last hope was sailing away.

* * *

Angela turned to Rook as his gun clattered to the grating and slid out the open door.

“Deliterea!” he shouted as he closed his eyes.

As the helicopter tilted right, Angela lashed a hand out, catching Rook before he nearly tumbled out the door. Angela had him only by the belt as his body stiffened. She wrestled with getting Rook inside the helicopter as the veins on his temple bulged and his numerous cuts began to bleed. His hands were outstretched, as if trying to guide the missile.

Which did not seem to be working too well. The demon boss screeched her victory.

Then Rook’s eyes snapped open and the missile turned on a dime, hitting the armored demon in the wing. The thing wasn’t mortally wounded, but neither could it fly. The swarm panicked, banking out of their way and fluttering down to their fallen leader.

The helicopter leveled out as Tomahawk seemed to get control. Rook, though, slumped in Angela’s arms. She guided him into the helicopter.

“I’ve got you,” Angela murmured as she lowered him to a sitting position. Fresh from the spell, Rook’s eyes were pained. Yet, there was an innocence about them—as though he were simply too tired to put on the jaded routine.

The rest of the group cheered as they flew up and out of the Devil’s Punchbowl. Instead of smiling, though, Rook frowned. The mask descended once again over his features.

“What?” Angela asked.

“Nothing.”

Angela cocked her head. Maybe she had only known him the better part of a day, but she already knew that look. Beauty must have noticed it, too.

“She asked you, ‘What?’ ”

“I said, ‘nothing,’ ” Rook emphasized.

Fanny turned around in the copilot seat. “I can feel it, too. A pressure. Like when I stick jelly beans up my nose, and then try to sneeze.”

“Close enough, Fanny,” Rook said. “I think the barrier’s sealing must have—”

The helicopter was buffeted by the blast of a wave from an enormous explosion at the nexus. Suddenly, they were traveling at three times the speed that Tomahawk was already having trouble controlling. The nose of the chopper tilted down, nearly vertical, as everyone slid toward the front. Fanny practically stood upright, with her feet against the windshield.

“This is so awesome!” she said, giggling.

Straining against gravity, Angela stared out the window as a mushroom-shaped cloud formed over the valley. Only the smoke was blue, with flecks of red. Then as suddenly as the blast wave hit, it was gone. The helicopter slowed, the clouds parted, and stars twinkled overhead—as if nothing untoward had happened this evening.

“Is it over?” she asked Rook.

As he tenderly probed a wound on his side, Rook replied, “It had better be.”

“Well, um…” Tomahawk said as he struggled with the controls. “Hate to burst your bubble, but um… we are out of fuel.”

“Then land!” Rook ordered.

“Seriously, dude,” Tomahawk said as he strained against the joystick. “What do you think I am doing?”

The chopper skimmed over treetops as Angela clutched the back of the seat. She was no expert, but there was no way they were going to maintain altitude for much longer.

“Rook…” Beauty stated, but he ignored her, so Angela went over. “Is it just me,” the Arranger asked, “Or is Chad not looking so hot?”

Actually, Chad looked very hot. Too hot. As though his skin was burning alive. The portal symbols twirled and spun, faster and faster. Before they could get Rook’s attention, the helicopter lurched again.

“That’s it!” Rook yelled and got Fanny out of her seat. “Bring Chad over!”

He patted Fanny on the shoulder. “Just roll when you hit.”

For such a young, seemingly fragile soul, Fanny just nodded, and then dove out the window as they skimmed the ground. She hit, but she rolled. Tomahawk helped Beauty with Chad as they, too, jumped. Rook grabbed Angela’s hand as the chopper dove nose-first into a tree. As the gas tank exploded, they leapt out the door.

“Have faith,” he whispered in her ear as they sailed through the air.

They should have been caught in the blast. They should have been singed to their core as flames coursed around and between them, but the worst that happened was a warm flush over her body. Then Rook turned in midair so that it was he who took the brunt of the impact with the ground. He hit shoulder first as they plowed into the soil.

It took her a moment to realize that they really and truly were not scorched.

She gazed down at Rook. “Thank you.”

The tiniest smile played at the corner of his lips. “I was just returning the favor.”

He had done more than that, and they both knew it. His eyes searched hers. Was she just vulnerable, or did she wish he would reach out to her?

Angela would never know as Fanny clapped, pointing to their blazing wreckage. “We need to blow more stuff up! It’s so pretty!”

Seeming almost embarrassed, Rook moved Angela away from him so that he could hastily rise. Feeling awkward herself, she scrambled to join the group. Fanny might be a tad too exuberant, but she wasn’t exactly inaccurate. The helicopter wreck did light up the dazzling night sky.

* * *

Beauty watched the chopper burn. “Vlad is so not getting the second half of the deposit.”

Beside her, Rook tried to look innocent, which never, ever worked for him. “What?”

“Well… you see…” He said kicking a clod of dirt with his boot. “I paid in full…”

She waved him off. “No worries. I’ll just cancel the check and—”

Sheepishly Rook admitted, “In cash.”

All right. After everything that they had been through, it shouldn’t matter so much that Rook had just wasted over a quarter of a million dollars. Yet, almost soothingly, it did bother her. It meant that they were alive to bicker another day.

Of course, that didn’t get Rook off the hook.

Beauty grabbed the contract from her purse and tossed it into the air. “I’m the Arranger, but does he let me arrange?” She glared at Rook. “No, he doesn’t.”

Rook tried to console her as Fanny picked up the contract.

“But Beauty, Vlad sent us a damned zombie! And not even a fresh one! I’m sure you can… I don’t know. Sue him for breach of contract or something.”

“Well, in Vlad’s defense,” Fanny said as she pointed to the papers, “This doesn’t say anything about the pilot having to be alive—”

Rook tried to “shush” Fanny, but Beauty nodded her pink weave knowingly. When would Rook learn? “Um-hmm.”

“Guys,” Angela said as she knelt next to Chad, “Beauty was right. Chad’s not looking great.”

Okay, Beauty would rather have been wrong about that. Really wrong.

* * *

Tomahawk felt sorry for the guy. Chad had just wanted to learn a little bit about dark culture, probably as some kind of rebellion against his blue-blooded family. Instead, he ended up a Hellgate in sneakers.

Everyone gathered around as the seal morphed and melted deeper and deeper into the guy’s chest.

“Tommi, did you decipher those hidden icons?”

“Hello?” Tomahawk answered. “Got a little distracted.”

Not waiting for Rook’s retort, Tomahawk went to sort through the wreckage for his laptop, but Fanny skipped up to him. “Figured you’d need this.”

Yes, at times it really was nice to have a Seeker around.

“Ouch!” Angela said as she jerked her hand back from Chad. “His skin is practically boiling.”

Tomahawk sank to a cross-legged position and opened his laptop as Chad’s skin began to resemble a lobster. Unfortunately, the student roused as Tomahawk entered the new symbols into his computer’s database and asked for a translation.

“What’s happening?” Chad screamed.

Rook turned to Beauty. “Can you give him something?” But Beauty indicated the burning wreckage.

“We lost it all in there.”

Chad screamed as his clothes caught on fire. The group scrambled back as Chad erupted in flame, his body consumed within a flash. Within moments the only thing left was a charred outline in the grass.

Not sure if it really mattered, Tomahawk read the results.

“Yeah, those symbols were a countdown. It was preordained that after three openings, the seal would self-destruct…” As Rook became more agitated, Tomahawk added, “Sorry.”

Although what would it have changed, really?

 

CHAPTER 11

Rook

“So no Virgin and no Hellgate?” Rook repeated, trying to make sure he got the full brunt of exactly how screwed they were.

This news changed everything. Chad had been programmed to be a three-hit wonder. He wasn’t truly a Hellgate. He was, kind of, the free shuttle that got them from one place to another.

They had all been played, and played big time. Whoever was pulling the strings and could manipulate a coven of Shivate priestesses to dig up a Hellgate, conjure a Tainted Dragon, and fake a Virgin conception was bigger than anything he had faced. Worse, Rook had no idea of the endgame. Had they wanted to start Armageddon, or was that only the tip of a very deep and wide iceberg?

And what role had he just played?

Before he could stew much more about how his incredibly crappy day had just gotten worse, Fanny came up next to him and put her head on his shoulder. She looked down at where Chad used to be.

“Don’t you think we should say something?”

“What? He was crispy-fried.”

But Fanny’s frown tugged at his heart, so Rook took a deep breath and did the best that he could. “Chad. You were… Well, you were kind of whiny and really annoying, but we are sorry you are dead.”

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