I slap my palm against its face again, and this time it collapses on the floor. Then both souls lance rough- edged and furious through me. I drop to my knees as shocked attendants rush in my direction.
I look over at Lissa, and she's OK.
Then it hits me, a psychic fist clenched around my heart. Hard nails of pain rip through my flesh. It's another fragment of the Hungry Death. I'm floored by it. My back bends, my limbs stiffen. It lasts only a moment, then I can move again.
I get to my feet; giddy with power.
I push the attendants out of the way, which is easy. They scramble towards their seats. The seatbelt lights are still flashing and there's a rough noise coming from one of the engines. The plane drops, people scream. All the lights above Lissa's head go off, then flare back on in a way that no lights should.
I realise I shouldn't be here. How could I have been so stupid? I'm barely containing all this death pouring into me. My flesh creaks, my eyes feel like they might burst with the strain of this. Another fragment. I grit my teeth and stagger down the aisle. I can taste blood. It's filling my lungs, lubricating or facilitating the arrival of the Hungry Death.
Maybe that will be the last one. Maybe Rillman has been stopped. I think of the battle raging on the bridge, all those RMs dying, cramming me with this manic, lustful energy.
I try and shift. I can't. It's like the Sea of Hell again. Something is holding me to this place – or someone.
'You need to be in your seat.' A flight attendant, perhaps a little braver than the rest, is at my side. Every passenger on the plane is staring at me. A couple of the bigger ones are considering doing something. What? What could they do against me?
I swear that, for a moment, the attendant recognises me on some deeper level: what it is that I am. Or maybe she just sees a crazy person. She nods her head, swallows a deep breath. 'OK, sir.'
She scrambles away, moving like a crab; I've never seen a flight attendant so spooked before. Someone else is already asking for assistance. I can tell she really wants to go to her own seat, that she's as scared as the others, but it doesn't stop her. She helps them with their seatbelt.
A dreadful hush descends upon the plane. HD is rapturous, positively bloody gleeful. I push it down.
I'm back with Lissa; stepping over the Stirrer corpse. 'I have to get out of here,' I say.
'What's wrong?'
'Rillman. He's killing RMs. I'm absorbing more of the Hungry Death. I could destroy this plane.'
'Shift then. The Stirrers are dealt with,' Lissa says.
'I'm trying.' I close my eyes, concentrate. It's no good.
Another wave of the Hungry Death strikes me. The lights around me explode. The plane can't handle what's going to happen. HD swells. I try to shift again. Still nothing. I look around wildly for an exit hatch.
There, not too far away. I take a step towards it.
Lightning strikes the plane, a dozen incendiary bursts. And some of them are coming from me. Outside, the storm is raging, with a darkness deeper than anything the Stirrers are capable of. The plane judders, swings, drops. I slam into the ceiling. The attendant has hit her head. Blood flows. A trolley hurtles past me, crashes into the attendant. Her death pulses through my flesh. People scream. HD howls out its pleasure.
I try to shift again. Still no good. I'm fixed here by the transformation occurring within me, the new and horrible thing I'm becoming.
Lissa looks at me. She has her seatbelt on tight.
Shift, damn it! Shift! They're all going to die if I don't. But I can't. It wants them to die.
And all I have is the thin fabric of you, the Hungry Death whispers with more force than I've ever experienced. I can pull myself through that whenever I want to. And I will. You were one of thirteen warriors, but twelve have deserted you.
Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.
The plane jolts like a creature kicked and whipped and gripped by a deathly god. The sky is a dark fist around it. Fuck. Oh fuck. This is all my stupid fault.
There's a moment of calm. And my phone chirps. I look at the LCD: the schedule. Oh, no. Two hundred names. Lissa's is at the top.
It's too late.
'Steven -' Lissa's hand folds over mine.
The plane bucks, up and down, faster than I can adjust to. I feel the plane flash in and out of this world and Hell. My presence is causing this. The transition alone is killing some people. I'm weightless, then heavy. I smack my head against the nearest headrest. Lissa's hand slips from mine.
Time runs down here, bleeds away. Death is coming. I'm coming. This is all my fault. The air stinks of blood and piss and smoke.
'Hold my hand,' I say to Lissa, snatching it anyway, just as the plane starts to tumble. There's a noise like the grinding of giant teeth, a dreadful rending. The plane is lit with a blue light. The pre-death light. Lissa's as bright with it as the others. I have seen her that way before, and I will not see it again.
The last fragment of the Hungry Death enters me. I feel it pushing against my flesh. The Orcus are dead, all but me. I am the last. And it terrifies me. HD loves it.
Lissa's not looking at me: her eyes are wide. The noise must be terrible but I can barely hear it. I snap my head around in time to see the back end of the plane split from the front, as though something has torn it off.
This plane falls tonight. Two hundred shattered lives. And it's but the beginning. All that ending ahead, and me/we at the fore.
I wish HD would shut the fuck up.
There are screams, guttural, terrified. Someone laughs. It's a peculiar sound; it cuts through me. And HD is joining in.
'I picked the wrong bloody flight, didn't I?' Lissa says.
'Jesus,' I breathe. Every time I blink I can see the One Tree. I can hear it creaking. I force my eyes open. 'Oh, Jesus.'
Lissa holds my gaze.
'Don't be scared,' she says, above all that noise.
Mr D's words come to me: Sometimes terror is the only response. I'm not scared. I'm terrified.
She touches my face. 'It's OK, Steven.' Her hands do not shake, there is more strength in that touch than in all of me. We have been here before. I just never expected to be here again so soon.
'I love you,' I say.
I grab Lissa's hand and try and shift. It hurts. HD pushes against me. It's hard and toothed. The meat of me is screaming with it. I haven't felt this human since… since Morrigan cut me with the stony blade. The universe pushes. But I push back. I push back hard and it shrinks away. And this time I shift.
But Lissa doesn't come with me. I'm standing in my office. Alone. HD screams.
I shift back. Back to her.
This shift is not resisted. I see now that this is where I am meant to be, what I am meant to witness.
The plane crumbles and tumbles around me. People scream, and die. Their souls lash through me: bullet- quick and burning. It hurts, but I ignore it. I reach out for Lissa.
'No!' she says. I can't hear her, of course. The roar of a plane breaking, tumbling, dying, drowns her out. But I can read her lips.
I clutch at her. Wrap my arms around her, and shift again. Pain. A nest of needles jutting through every cell of me, and twisting. I'm shrieking in my office, blood running from my lips, my eyes, my ears, my arse. Every orifice bleeds.
No Lissa. She is not here.
I shift again.
The plane. The plummeting cage. Outside I see the One Tree looming and then a wing clips a branch. Metal grinds, windows crack and blow out.
'Sorry,' she says, and squeezes my hand.
She shouldn't say that. This is my fault. All of it.
She touches my face. 'It's all right.'
