demons.
“You know what you’re saying?” Dervish’s voice is grave. “You know the risk you’d be taking?”
“Of course. But it doesn’t seem like we have much of an option, does it?”
“I’m not doing it!” Vanalee protests, bursting into tears. “I want to come with you, Mr. Grady! Please don’t make me go after demons!”
“I won’t make anybody do anything,” Dervish says. He looks at the other children. “Bo’s risking a great deal for us. Will anyone volunteer to help her or does she have to face the demons by herself?”
The three children look at one another. Two raise shaky hands. The third hangs his head.
“OK,” Dervish says. “Now all we have to do is arrange a meeting place, so you know where—”
“I’ll go too,” Bill-E interrupts.
“No!” I yell.
“I have to.” He smiles thinly. “I’m not magical like you and Dervish. There’s no benefit in me coming with you. I can do more good with Bo and the others.”
“But—”
“He’s right,” Dervish says. I look at my uncle, unable to believe he’d let Bill-E go like this. But his eyes are dark and firm. This isn’t easy for him but he’s going to let Bill-E go anyway. I start to protest, but then I realise why Dervish is doing this—it wouldn’t be fair to let Bo and the others volunteer and not put forward one of our own.
“I’ll go,” I whisper. “You take Bill-E.”
“No,” Dervish says. “I need you at the barrier.”
I shake my head. “You can kill a demon without me. And you have Juni to help. The others will stand a better chance if I go with them.”
Dervish hesitates.
“We can both go,” Bill-E says.
“No. You’re sticking with Dervish, no arguing.” I lower my voice so only Bill-E can hear. “I don’t want him to lose us both. And you’re his son—you’re more important to him than I am.” I hate lying to Bill-E, but if it saves his life, it will be worth it.
“OK,” Bill-E says miserably, after a moment of tormented consideration. “But I’ll kill you if you don’t come back alive.”
“All right,” Dervish says. “We’re wasting time and we don’t have much of it. Grubbs can go with the others. Now, you know the old hat store we passed when we tried to drive out of here?” I nod. “Make your way to that, then head due west. We’ll be waiting. Come as fast as you can.” He looks at Juni. “Ready?”
“Don’t you think I should go with the children?” Juni says nervously.
“No. They’re as safe with Grubbs as they would be with you. Safer.”
“Well… I don’t like it… but if you think that’s best…”
“It is.” Dervish looks at me steadily. “See you soon—and that’s an order.”
Then he, Juni, Bill-E, Vanalee and the boy head west to safety. Dervish is the only one who keeps his sights set firmly ahead. The others all look back, faces dark with doubt. They think they won’t ever see us again.
I want to call after Bill-E and tell him we’re brothers. I don’t want to die without telling him the truth. But my mouth’s dry. My throat’s tight. I can’t.
I stare at Bo and the others. One’s a boy a year or two older than me. The second’s a girl a few years younger. I don’t know either of them. I think about asking their names, then decide it’s better not to know.
“Are you ready?” Bo asks, taking control, even though I’m the one who should be in charge. We nod silently and turn towards the sounds of bloodshed and mayhem. Pause a terrified moment. Then silently jog back into the death den of the Demonata.
THE CHASE
I want so much not to be doing this. One half of me is screaming bloody murder at the other half, telling me I’m mad, I should run, protect my own neck and damn the rest. But how could I leave Bo Kooniart to save the day? I’d never be able to live it down.
We pass from one street to another. No sign of the Demonata, though the cries of the dying and the roars of demons are everywhere. I’m sweating buckets. Can’t stop shivering. I never knew I could be this scared. After all, I’ve faced Lord Loss before. But it’s even scarier this time. I’m starting to understand that fear is like cancer— you can beat it back, but if it returns it can be worse than ever.
We turn a corner and find three demons feasting on a dying man, tearing into his flesh, gulping down bloody chunks as if they were marshmallows. One of the demons is shaped like a short elephant, another a giant cockroach, the third a huge slug that’s been partially melted. Sick rises in my throat, but I force it back.
As the elephant-shaped demon moves aside to chew on a piece of gristle, I recognise the unfortunate victim. It’s Chai, the mime artist. Even in his death throes he’s remained true to his role. He isn’t screaming aloud, but is instead miming weakly. It would be hilarious if it wasn’t so tragic.
I want to help Chai, but it’s too late. Even as I take a step forward, he stiffens, makes a few last feeble gestures, then goes still.
I study the demons again as they continue to strip the corpse of flesh. They don’t look like they’re especially swift on their feet. I check with Bo and the others. They’re terrified, but each nods to show they’re ready.
“Hey!” I try to shout, but the word comes out as a squeak. I try again, but my mouth is as dry as a lizard’s arse.
“Some hero you are,” Bo mutters. Then she cups her hands over her mouth and bellows,
She turns and runs. The rest of us follow. The demons shriek and give chase.
Running as fast as I can. With my long legs, I quickly pull ahead of the others. Start to leave them behind. Feeling good, like I’m going to survive. Even if the demons catch up, they’ll have to chew through the other three before getting to me. Maybe they’ll stop there, happy to have one human each, leaving me free to race to safety and…
But that’s not the plan. I’m supposed to be helping, not outpacing the others. I keep the speed up for a few more seconds, wrestling with my conscience. Then I curse and slow down, letting Bo and co catch up with, then slightly overtake me.
I look back. The demons are close, only ten or twelve metres behind. They can move a lot faster than I thought. If I don’t stop them, they’ll be on us long before we make it to the edge of town, never mind the barrier beyond.
I stop and force magic into my fingers. Trying to think of the best way to stall them, when they suddenly stop, stare at me hatefully, then turn and shuffle off.
“What the…?” I squint at them, thinking this must be a trick, but they keep going.
“What’s happening?” Bo asks. The three of them have stopped. They’re staring dumbly at me and the departing demons.
“I don’t know,” I mutter. “Maybe they sensed my magic and decided there were easier pickings elsewhere. Or—”
Something barrels into the boy whose name I don’t know. He screams once, then is silenced. The girl and Bo leap away from him. I see a squat, long demon, like a dog, but with spikes sticking out all over and no legs. It’s munching on the boy’s head. I start towards them. Come to a halt when I hear a familiar voice high above me.
“You did not think I would leave you to the whims of my familiars, did you, Grubitsch?” I look up and spot Lord Loss, hovering above the roof of the building to my left. He descends slowly, gracefully. “I gave orders for you, your uncle and brother to be spared. I plan to finish you Grady boys off by myself.”
Lord Loss comes to within half a metre of the ground and stops, his eight arms extended, smiling viciously. “What now, poor Grubitsch?” he murmurs. “Have you the strength of character to fight a demon master or will you run like a cowardly hyena?”
