sank slowly to his knees, staring at me in disbelief.
'I… forgot what pain… felt like…'
Pain was a burning village littered with orc bodies. Pain was what the families of his innocent victims were feeling. Pain was what my brother felt when his fingers had been sawed off. Pain was one of the many things he had stolen from Carlos. Pain was what G-Nome had felt when the doppelganger had ripped into him. Pain and death and suffering were all that Martin Hood had left in his wake.
Pain was his legacy.
'Sucks, don't it?' I whispered.
Then the High Priest of the Sanctified Church of the Temporary Mortal Condition fell on his face and died.
I stood over him, bayonet dripping. Julie approached with a limp, raised her M14 and mercilessly ripped an entire magazine of silver. 308 into the body. I hate to admit that I flinched at the blasts. 'Just in case,' she said.
'Of course,' I responded.
The Tree above us shuddered, insect limbs cracking. The blackness above the branches slowly dissipated on the wind, revealing stars. The nearby roots went from green, to brown, and then finally to gray within a matter of seconds, leaving the mutation with the consistency of cold stone. Mighty Arbmunep was finished, returned to the same hibernation that it had existed in for all of recorded history. Deprived of their magic and their undead war machines I knew that the cultists were now going to get the ever-living hell kicked out of them by a bunch of pissed-off and heavily armed Hunters.
Franks stepped up to the pulped body and thumped it with his boot. 'Looks like shadow boy wasn't as bright as he thought he was.'
Julie and I exchanged glances. 'Bright?' I responded. 'Look, dear, Franks made a joke.'
'Fascinating,' she responded, but she was mostly listening to her radio earpiece. 'Sounds like the Condition is retreating, but our people are scattered and trying to regroup. A bunch are missing where the roots landed.' I knew that she was thinking of her little brother. 'We've got to find them.'
There still had to be bunches of monsters lurking out there. Any Hunter who was alone was vulnerable. 'We'd better hurry.'
Franks rolled Hood over and began patting down the bloody robes. I knew immediately that he was looking for the artifact. I unconsciously stepped back. The Dread Overlord itself might be dead, but who knew what else that little thing was capable of. 'Keep that damn box away from me.'
The big man scowled. 'It's not here.'
'Looking for this?'
The three of us spun toward the voice. It was the girl, Lucinda, Hood's daughter. She had lost her ceremonial headpiece and her black robes were in muddy tatters. She was crying as she held up the artifact. It glowed with an unnatural black light in the fog. She was barely an adult.
'Drop it,' Franks ordered as a 10mm Glock materialized in his hand.
'You killed him…' she wailed. 'You murdered my father!'
'I did,' I responded slowly. 'And you'll die too, if you don't put that box down and step away from it.'
'You'll pay for this. All of you will pay! He was a good man,' Lucinda cried. 'The Exalted Order will rise again and come for you.'
'Gonna be hard since we just blew up your god.'
'Lies!'
'Your father was an idiot. Now give up before you get hurt.' I really didn't want to see Franks blow away a girl who was probably still a teenager. 'Listen to me.'
'My father was a good man!'
'Your dad was a complete psycho. Listen, girl, I can relate,' Julie responded coldly. She had family missing out there amongst the roots. 'But I really don't have time for this. Franks, you got the shot?'
'Affirmative,' Franks responded. He put his front sight between Lucinda's eyes.
'Drop her,' my wife said.
There was a gunshot. The bullet slammed into the dirt at Lucinda's feet. I turned in time to see a look of confusion cross Frank's square face, then his eyes rolled back in his head and he collapsed in a heap.
Ray Shackleford stood over Franks, blood-soaked hand open in front of him with a length of spinal column resting in his palm, torn cleanly from Frank's back. The vampire smiled as he dropped the vertebrae on the ground. 'Well, that worked perfect! Hey, kiddos.'
'Dad!' Julie gasped. She dropped her empty M14 and went for her pistol.
Lucinda Hood screamed. I jerked my attention back to her, only to see Susan Shackleford standing where she had been. The girl was scrambling away leaving a trail of blood behind her. Susan held up something and laughed. It was Lucinda's petite hand, torn clean off at the wrist, still holding the artifact. 'About damn time!' Susan exclaimed as she examined the device.
'You'll all pay!' Lucinda whimpered, holding her bloody stump against her robes. She pulled out a length of rope and dropped it. The portal activated in a burst of flames and she fell headfirst through the opening.
'Hey, honey, you forgot something,' Susan said as she tugged the severed hand off the artifact and tossed it casually through the portal. The opening snapped close behind. 'Kids these days, I swear.. Speaking of which… how're you guys doing?'
Julie and I stood back to back. She aimed her. 45 at her father and I kept Abomination on her mother. If they attacked at this range we were dead meat. Susan was unbelievably powerful for a vampire of such young age and could move so fast that it was hard to watch.
'Been better…' I responded slowly. 'We had a deal, Susan.'
'Stay back!' Julie shouted.
'Whew!' Ray said as he raised his shoe and smashed Franks' torn-out spine. He ground it fiercely into the dirt until it broke with a sickening splatter. 'Good thing he was distracted. Franks could totally have whupped my ass.'
'Yes, we had a deal,' Susan smiled, showing her pointed teeth. 'You were supposed to take care of the necromancer for me. Check. Killing an actual Old One, though. I've got to hand it to you, that's impressive. Seriously, that's like some sort of record. My chief rival is dead, and I owe you one for saving me from his service. No, we're not going to kill you, Owen. I'm just here for what‘s rightfully mine.'
'What do you want with that thing?'
'Oh, this little trinket unlocks all sorts of ancient goodies, and until the Others pick a new Guardian to protect it, I'm going to milk it for all it's worth.' Susan shrugged. 'But that's not what I'm talking about. Like I said, I'm here for what's rightfully mine… Like my children. Julie, honey… come with us.'
'Never,' Julie hissed. Her father shifted a bit and she tightened the grip on her gun. 'Don't come any closer.'
'You don't have a choice.'
Ray twisted his head and smelled the air like the predator he was. 'Hunters are coming… I can't tell how close. This stupid Tree messes with my senses. I smell… Copenhagen.'
'Come with us, Julie. Your little brother is out there in the dark, hurt and scared. Only I can save him now.' Susan's eyes were glowing.
'I should have left that stake in you,' I spat.
'Your mistake,' she smiled. 'Take them, Ray.'
We both opened fire, but the vampires moved so quickly that it didn't do us any good. It was like Susan just stepped between the shotgun slugs. I perforated her heart and lungs, but the wounds closed instantaneously. She slammed her open hand into my armored chest, launching me back into the circle of stone. I crashed into a rock and the air blasted from my lungs.
My head swam as I tried to rise. Julie screamed.
Susan had her.
Filled with rage and fear, I pushed myself to my feet. Ray intercepted me. Our bulks collided, and he engulfed me in a bear hug, crushing my ribs. 'Stay out of this, kid. This is family business.'
I head-butted him in the face. His nose shattered. I hit him again, my forehead the only weapon available.
