Raised in Fire
Page 6I pushed him out of my way as his friends screamed with laughter.
Idiots.
A deep-throated shout caught my attention. Then another from the east. A lithe and agile wolf ran up ahead. One I recognized. It was a shifter. A real shifter, not an aswang turned shifter. They also helped police the Brink, which was what we called the human world, from supernatural creatures.
Boy, hopefully there weren’t more of those aswangs, because that might get confusing for the poor shifters.
I crossed a grassy area where homeless were gathered. To the right was a collection of jazz bars where my good friend Red, a weak shifter and an excellent source of information, always hung out. Another shout drew me forward, into an area blanketed by darkness. I could see in it just fine, one of my (not as special) traits.
“Don’t go that way,” a homeless man said in a scratchy voice. “They got trouble up that way.”
A surge of adrenaline had me pushing faster. “Thanks,” I said, not heeding his words.
After another half-dozen steps, I saw a body crouching with his hands held out. Getting closer, I realized it was the captain, his attention focused on a space between a house and a fence.
I stopped in front of the house. “Hey,” I whispered.
He started, and something in his hands crackled. He blew out a breath and cocked his head, looking at his fists. When no magic issued forth, he glanced my way. He pursed his lips like he was saying shhhhhh. He jerked his head toward the space he’d been focusing on a moment before.
I eased my head around the corner, where there was similar tableau to the horror show in the Bourbon Street house. Another poor sap had had his number drawn. He was a big guy, too. As for the creature, this time the torso was a woman’s, still leathery. The bottom half looked the same. It was sucking an intestine like it was a piece of spaghetti.
Wow. That was one of the grossest things I’d seen in a long time. It was the stuff of nightmares.
“What’s the plan?” I asked softly.
“We’re trying to get in position. We’re still waiting on a few of our people.” Nodding toward the walkie-talkie attached to the side of his belt, he said, “Take this. It’s for you. I have my earpiece in.”
“Do you have the entrapment spell?” he whispered.
Probably. I had no idea. I wasn’t good at keeping track of that stuff, since I rarely used it. I nodded anyway.
“Get it out. On my mark, we’ll all throw it at the thing. It’s the only way to prevent it from getting away.”
I made no move to dig through my overburdened pouch. It would make too much noise and take too long. “Why don’t we just kill it? I can sneak in there and get it done. The trick is not announcing your presence before you lunge at it. Lesson learned.” I winked to show I’d learned my lesson after the last hiccup.
“This is too dangerous, Reagan. One swipe and you’re done. We wait and do it as a team. The others should be in position soon.”
That creature probably wouldn’t be there long enough for this crew to get into position—I knew how slowly they worked—and we couldn’t let it get away. The thing had taken out at least two people, possibly three if it had found someone in the cemetery. Besides, I was much too impatient for those shenanigans. “Okay, here’s a better idea. You guys get ready. I’ll run in there. If I don’t kill it by the time you’re up and running, you trap it. Then I’ll kill it. Good?”
“Reagan—”
His tone said he was going to say no, so I got moving before I could hear the order to stay put. The trick was, you couldn’t get into trouble if you didn’t hear the command.
Hopefully. It was worth a shot, anyway.
I ran around the house until I found a way onto the roof. I broke a shutter, but I got up there. I’d need to remember to leave a note.
On top of the abnormally steep incline, I made my way to the side of the building where the creature was still feasting. Once there, I looked down at it, hunched over its prey like a fat guy at a buffet. Good gracious, what a mess it was making. It was really going to town.
A muffled voice sounded from my pouch. The creature jerked up and looked around.
Crap!
The walkie-talkie chatter probably meant they were in position. Hopefully, because this was about to kick off in a big way.
I’d sheathed my sword before climbing the roof, and it would have to stay there for now. If I climbed down one-handed, I’d risk falling on my head, and jumping from this height with such a steep incline would probably have the same effect. Knocking oneself out was not the first step to winning a fight.
I gripped the edge of the roof with my fingers, hurled myself over, and then hit the side of the building with my feet and pushed off. I spun in the air like a cat and landed with a bounce-step. Sticking the landing would’ve been cooler, but I definitely got style points.
The creature jerked up again, a screech gurgling through the blood in its mouth.
You are the worst!
I didn’t want to risk saying it out loud in case the thing burst into the flock of birds. I probably didn’t have long as it was.
I ripped out my sword and lunged forward.
The creature straightened and swiped. I met its two-fingered hand with my blade, lopping it off.
“Killing those birds took out part of your body, huh?” I said, dodging a swipe from its other hand. “Good to know.” I stabbed forward, getting the side of its stomach.
It screeched again and turned away, its form going blurry. It was about to change.
“Trap it,” I yelled, jumping at it. I sliced downward, catching its shoulder. A talon scraped my leather pants as the creature howled and twisted.
I jumped up and wrapped my legs around its neck, then ripped my body to the side and around. Its neck cracked. I let go with my legs and fell to all fours. My sword clattered away.
The creature’s head at an unnatural angle, it came at me, its good arm swinging. Its human face shifted into the glower of a grotesque monster with huge fangs. I’d gone and pissed it off.
“Get out of there, Reagan, we’ve got it,” Garret yelled from atop the fence behind me.
I dodged a foot trying to smash me as the creature righted its head. “Fast healing. Dang it. I don’t like this thing very much. At least it’s mostly slow.”
“No, you’re just damn fast,” the captain called. “Get clear.”
“You’re blocking my catch!” Garret threw a casing. A spell erupted out of it and blocked off the thing’s upward escape. Another burst of magic materialized, putting up a wall. Then another, a second wall.
“This is mine,” I said, trying to get around the thing and stab it without also tearing down the spells with my magic-filled sword.
“Get clear, then put up your wall,” the captain yelled.
“I don’t have that spell handy,” I said through gritted teeth.
The thing realized what was happening. Its edges went blurry again as it paused, changing. Hello, weakness.
I took a quick step forward and stabbed. My blade sank into its mid-back.
The aswang howled in anguish. It writhed, folding in on itself before turning back to face me. Its jaws opened, inhumanly distended, issuing forth a growling gurgle. I had no idea what was happening, but its breath could put Clarissa’s car to absolute shame. I nearly passed out from the fumes.
Garret yelled my name. Before I could take another step back to get clear of the stench, something small and black worked out of the creature’s mouth. Almost like a wisp of smoke, a little bird flapped my way. I brought up my sword to kill the magic, an easy feat, since it was moving so slowly, but without warning, a green fireball blasted into the space between the creature and me.