Part 35 (1/2)

Holly's smile was terrifying. ”Think that'll hurt?”

”Okay, okay.” Dawn blinked, and her eyes were suddenly clear orbs. Her entire face went slack, the color seemed to fade, the features just sloughed away, leaving a blank ma.s.s of goo where the head had been. The hair retracted as those ice cube eyes watched us. There wasn't even a mouth, just an indentation in the doughy ma.s.s. It puckered inward as it spoke with Dawn's voice. ”So, you want to see what I really am?”

”What the h.e.l.l?” I muttered.

It was some sort of...well...I didn't know, doughy as.e.xual humanoid blob, utterly pale and damp. It seemed to shrink inward, as if it had been artificially inflating itself to reach correct human proportions. The fingers exposed from the end of the tape were stubby little white sausages that wiggled like hooked nightcrawlers, except the end of each one terminated in a hard yellow point. ”Happy now?” Its voice was utterly bland, toneless, accentless, neither masculine nor feminine.

”Yeah, that's much better,” Holly gagged.

”Maybe you should go back to the beauty queen,” I suggested. How had this...alien made it through the warding? d.a.m.n, the Pillsbury Doughboy had come on to me. made it through the warding? d.a.m.n, the Pillsbury Doughboy had come on to me.

”Shove it, human,” the doppelganger said, hissing bubbles through its face. One crystal eyeball swiveled to study me, bulging out of the lumpy head, independent of the other. Apparently it had read my thoughts. ”Your ward meant nothing to me. I was born on Earth. There are more of us here than you expect. We're everywhere, preparing the way for the great and inevitable return of-”

”Shut up, Gumby.” Holly silenced it by shoving her knife against the creature's chest. ”Where's the real Dawn?”

”Dead,” it answered. ”Replaced not long after Harbinger and Shackleford made her a job offer. We did not even know of this one at the time.” It twitched one eye at me. ”I was just to observe. The High Priest believed that MHI might pose a future threat to his plans.”

I stepped forward. ”Where is this High Priest? Where's Hood?”

The creature shook as it laughed. The sound was utterly emotionless. ”He's with your brother.”

What? Holly and I exchanged glances. Holly and I exchanged glances.

”I hid during the initial a.s.sault. My attempt on Harbinger had failed and I waited for an opportunity to redeem myself rather than return to the Exalted Order in shame. I sensed the presence of the acolyte known as Torres. So I freed him. In his wisdom, he suggested that I take your form so we could get close to one of your loved ones. Torres will go far in the Order. I found your brother and asked him to follow me to the bas.e.m.e.nt. Torres led him into the tunnels. They are gone now, surely reunited with the High Priest by now.”

I stumbled back in shock. Mosh? Mosh? Gone. I could envision this creature leading him away. Mosh would have trusted what he thought was me. He would never have even guessed. It had to be lying. Mosh had to still be upstairs. ”You b.a.s.t.a.r.d. I don't believe you!” Gone. I could envision this creature leading him away. Mosh would have trusted what he thought was me. He would never have even guessed. It had to be lying. Mosh had to still be upstairs. ”You b.a.s.t.a.r.d. I don't believe you!”

”Believe it, hairless monkey. I'm sure he will be contacting you soon. I returned here to try and finish my a.s.signment. I was to neutralize Harbinger. When I found that the High Priest had already dealt with him, I fled. That's when you caught me.”

It was telling the truth. Mosh was gone gone. They'd taken my brother. Rage darkened my vision. My boot collided with the doppelganger's chest. It flew back, cras.h.i.+ng violently into the floor. The creature emitted a high-pitched squeal. I kicked it again, shattering the back of the chair against the concrete. ”Where?” I put the boot to it, stomping the monster over and over. It felt spongy, but something hard cracked on the inside. ”Where's my brother?”

”Z!” Holly shouted. ”Calm down. We don't know what kind of abuse this thing can take.”

”Where's Hood?” The impact of my steel-toed boot slid the doppelganger across the floor. I kicked it again.

Holly grabbed one of the straps on my vest and tried in vain to pull me back. ”Stop it!”

I paused, fists clenched tight, breathing hard, seeing red, stomping back and forth, hot air blowing through my nostrils. This thing had my brother.

Slumped on the floor, it laughed at us one final time. ”Go suckle your warm-blooded young, filthy mammal,” it hissed. ”My work is done.” It made a rattling noise and the protruding eyes flopped limp.

Unclenching my fists, I glanced at Holly. She looked back at me, shocked. ”Did I kill it?” She shrugged. It was more like it had just given up the ghost after taunting me. ”Oh c.r.a.p...what do we do now?”

There was no time to contemplate that question. The door flew open with a bang. It was Sam Haven. Trip was right behind him. ”We've got a problem,” the burly Hunter said quickly. He didn't even seem to notice the doughy monster lying dead on the floor.

”Sorry, Sam, I think I killed it,” I responded.

”No. Some of the cultists survived. They've regrouped the remaining undead.”

But that didn't make any sense...with the ward in place they couldn't touch us.

Trip was panicked. ”They're burning the orc village!”

Chapter 18.

A horn was blowing.

The sound echoed across the compound, a plaintive wail, coming from the direction of Skippy's village. The sun was rising over the hills and a thick plume of black smoke was rising from the nearby forest. I leapt into the back of a waiting pickup truck. Trip, Holly, and Sam were right behind me. I slammed my palms down on the truck roof and shouted, ”Go! Go!” to the unknown Hunter who was driving. The truck lurched forward, threatening to knock us down. We tore across the red dirt, dawn's first light turning us into long shadows. Dust hung in the air from vehicles that had left moments before us.

I stared at my companions. All three of them were dazed. An attack on us was one thing, but the orcs? There were children children there. We bounced onto a narrow forest road, forcing all of us to duck to avoid the stinging branches. there. We bounced onto a narrow forest road, forcing all of us to duck to avoid the stinging branches.

Sam caught my glance. ”A bunch took off as soon as we heard the war horns. Skippy and their warriors weren't home. They were helping us,” he shouted. ”Cheating, rat-b.a.s.t.a.r.d sons a b.i.t.c.hes!” Furious, he slammed one meaty fist against the side of the truck.

The tribe had lived with MHI for years, they could have settled inside the boundary of the compound and the protection of its warding, but they were too uncomfortable around humans to ever live inside our walls. Their people had been persecuted for generations, and even though they considered themselves part of our clan, they preferred solitude.

They just wanted to be left alone.

The air smelled like smoke.

The orc village was just a circle of simple prefab houses, decorated with antlers, animal skulls, and feathers. It was where Skippy's people lived under the protective umbrella of their adopted clan, MHI. They had come here as refugees, and Harbinger had taken them in. They had made this their home, safe from the world that saw them as freaks and monstrosities. I had been here many times. I'd eaten their food, drank their drink, played with their kids, and listened to their music.

It had been a peaceful place.

Not anymore.

The truck locked up the brakes as we entered the clearing. I leapt over the side before we had even slid to a stop, Abomination ready to dispense some vengeance. The wooden homes were burning, crackling as the flames devoured everything in their path. A giant warg lay dead at my feet, eviscerated by steel claws. Hunters were moving around the houses.

There were more corpses near the homes. Most were Hood's automatons, as even orc women and children knew how to defend themselves, but some of the crumpled bodies were smaller and dressed all in black.

”Status!” Sam shouted.

A Hunter, so covered in soot, ashes, and blood that I couldn't even recognize who it was, stepped forward. ”Undead destroyed. A handful of cultists are escaping through the forest. We've got men after them.”

”Casualties?”

His name tag read southunder. ”I...I don't know how many people lived here, but it looks like most of them escaped into the woods. But some tried to stay and fight. They...they...” The Hunter couldn't finish his sentence. He had a Utah County MHI patch on his arm, a werewolf with a gun. I'd heard that our Utah team had an orc volunteer on it too, someone who'd grown up in this very village. ”I can't believe this.”

”There were probably two dozen kids that lived here,” Trip said slowly.

I stumbled toward the bodies. Other Hunters were efficiently chopping the heads off the undead and checking for survivors. There weren't any so far. The smoke was burning my eyes, and involuntary tears cut a path down my cheek.

This was my fault.

A warg and rider tore into the village. The black-clad figure leapt from the beast's back and ran, tripping, and sprawling next to one of the dead. The orc clawed his way forward, lifting the lacerated little body into his arms. He let out a howl of anguish.

It was a ma.s.sacre.