Part 5 (1/2)

His gaze flicked to something behind her and Brynna whirled. Someone-something-lunged at her and she swatted it aside without thinking. It sprawled heavily against a table on the right wall, sending a couple of candles and a mishmash of other things cras.h.i.+ng to the floor. The candles spun and went out, while her hand throbbed unexpectedly; when Brynna glanced at it, the skin was swollen and red, as though she'd been stung by a dozen bees.

She glared at the thing pulling itself up and realized it was human, a Thai man. He was older and bald, with gnarled joints and tough skin streaked with grime. Of course-this was the witch doctor Cho's father had talked about. He hissed at her like a nasty little alley cat, and Brynna balled up her fist in response. She paid for it when the skin along the knuckles grated with pain and split slightly.

”A human,” she spat at Lahash. ”You would use a human to do your dirty work!”

Lahash brushed away an imagined piece of lint on his jacket. He was dressed as a businessman in an expensive suit, someone who in the daylight could pa.s.s for a lawyer or banker. ”I'm not doing anything,” he said blandly. He waved at the bas.e.m.e.nt room. ”This is Li Chin Kong's game-his spell, his motives, his ... arena. arena.”

”But you provided the implements. And the power.”

The absolutely treacherous grin Lahash sent her was full of polished white teeth. ”I only offered. It's all about free will, Astarte. You know that. He can reject my gifts, but if he chooses to accept ... well, choice is is the spice of life.” He smiled wider. ”And death.” the spice of life.” He smiled wider. ”And death.”

”Variety is the spice of life,” she snapped as she kept an eye on the man Lahash was talking about. He was almost back on his feet. ”If you're going to quote a human saying, at least get it right.” is the spice of life,” she snapped as she kept an eye on the man Lahash was talking about. He was almost back on his feet. ”If you're going to quote a human saying, at least get it right.”

Lahash looked absently at his fingernails. He was playing mind games with her, Brynna knew, but in a minute she was going to give him a lot more to worry about than a less-than-perfect suit and hands. ”Variety,” ”Variety,” he repeated. ” he repeated. ”Choice. Some people interpret those to mean the same thing.” Some people interpret those to mean the same thing.”

Before she could argue, Kong lurched toward her. If he expected her to retreat, he was headed for enlightenment on demon att.i.tudes-the very slight injury to her hand was already nothing but a minor annoyance. He was a stupid human dabbling in realms best left to those born with celestial powers, and the current plight of Cho Kim was enough for Brynna to decide that the man deserved whatever fate awaited at the end of her anger.

Brynna strode forward, determined to pound this piece of human excrement into eternity. She'd taken two long steps when a sudden leeriness made her glance back at Lahash; too late, she saw his impeccably manicured hand unfold gracefully in Kong's direction and a wisp of power, visible only as a thin blur of dark smoke, swept past her and into Kong too quickly for her to intervene. The elderly Thai man reached for it eagerly, wrapping himself in the energy like a freezing child taking shelter within a heavy comforter. By the time Brynna was a foot or two away from him, Kong was standing tall and straight, and his wrinkled skin was bristling with unreleased strength.

Brynna paused and studied him warily. This time the old man waited, watching her as she watched him, gauging her abilities. ”Does he know what I am?” she finally asked. ”Does he have any idea at all what he's facing?”

”Right now, I don't think he cares,” Lahash answered. Brynna could hear the carelessness in the demon's voice. He had no regard for the lives of the humans he influenced, for their physical pain or spiritual destruction. And still Brynna had no idea why he was here and playing out his little drama with this foolish, greedy old man and the very unlucky Cho Kim. ”Besides, I'm just a Searcher. It's not my job to reveal such things. Perhaps he should have paid more attention to the warnings of his elders. Deals with the devil and all that.”

Brynna sighed as a slow, satisfied sneer spread across Kong's face when he flexed his fingers experimentally.

”Oh, c.r.a.p, c.r.a.p,” she muttered, and self-preservation made her drop into a crouch before Kong sprang forward and swiped at her. The air where Brynna had been standing crackled harshly, as though a knife made of electricity had cut through it. Now Kong was within reach, so Brynna leaned to one side, balanced on her right hand and kicked her foot out in a tight arc. The top of it burned instantly-Lahash had obviously given the man some kind of s.h.i.+eld-but she caught Kong at the ankle and pulled him off balance. He fell, landing hard. He came back up immediately, this time with an object clutched in his hand. Brynna had time to register nothing more dangerous than one of the dozens of bricks among the debris on the floor before he flung it at her. She yanked her forearm up just as the brick disintegrated and turned into sharp shards of metal. A thousand spots of agony erupted along the inside of her arm and lower face, but at least he hadn't gotten her eyes.

”I've had enough of this,” Brynna snarled, and launched herself full speed at the Thai witch doctor. It hurt-more, in fact, than anything she'd experienced so far as a human being-but Brynna knew if she didn't take this guy out for good, Lahash would just keep feeding him power. She'd never planned on killing anyone, but Kong had been corrupted too much to ever return to any semblance of normality. One of them would have to die to end this, and it d.a.m.ned sure wasn't going to be her.

Kong wasn't quick enough to avoid her. Brynna wrapped her arms around him and held on through the feeling of fire that built up and finally surrounded her. It wasn't enough to make her change form, but it was definitely a wake-up call as to what a human could feel in the scope of torture. Instead of fighting the s.h.i.+eld's energy, Brynna went with it, letting her body take in the heat and magnify it. Her head filled with sound-the roaring of remembered flames, the face-to-face screams of the witch doctor-then she pushed pushed and gave it, and gave it, all all of it, back to the vile human being within her embrace. of it, back to the vile human being within her embrace.

There was a split second where Kong's eyes bulged and he forgot everything about where he was and why. His shrieks changed to an incomprehensible stream of noise as he flailed uselessly, trying to free himself. Sound and red light filled the room, and while to Kong it must have seemed like a lifetime, to Brynna his destruction took only a couple of moments as the heat inside her suddenly peaked- Then everything was silent.

Brynna straightened and let her arms fall to her sides. What was left of Kong held its shape for a moment, then collapsed, sinking into nothing but fine and forever unidentifiable ash.

She turned. ”Lahash-”

He was gone.

”d.a.m.n you,” Brynna hissed. Her gaze quickly searched the shadows, but she could see nothing without changing her view of the human world. No matter-she would have to do that anyway to kill the demons tormenting Cho Kim. With the witch doctor dead, the spell was broken and now Cho was groaning, struggling weakly against the tape wound around her. As vulnerable as she was, the girl had to be in agony, and it was only a matter of seconds before the nuisance demons realized they had the wrong girl. They might leave and return to Chul's unfortunate daughter-bad enough-or they might decide they liked their current meal ticket and really dig in.

A hard blink and the oversized room shaded to red. Brynna saw a fast-moving silhouette dart beneath the stairs-Lahash-but hurried footsteps overhead made her ignore him in favor of obliterating the creatures clinging to Cho's neck and hair. Four long strides put her next to the girl, where the two fat demons were crazily squabbling with each other over whether to stay or return to their original target, Jin-eun. They shrieked in stupid surprise when Brynna s.n.a.t.c.hed them off Cho. With one fleshy neck in each hand, she leaned away from the girl and slammed the two beasts together as hard as she could, over and over, until they were little more than limp, stringy clumps of demon slop. When she dropped the mess to the floor, what was left liquefied and sizzled away into the cracked cement until nothing remained at all. Now both Cho and Jin-eun would finally be free.

That done, Brynna whirled and went back to seeing everything with human vision. Too late-Lahash was out of reach and a set of new problems was clattering down the stairs in the form of two Korean men she'd never seen before. Both wore suits, and the younger man led the way with a large handgun that looked impressively dangerous. For a fleeting moment Brynna remembered Toby's instant, unfulfilled death-would she ever forget it?-but before she could try to conceal herself, the barrel of the weapon trained on her face.

”Stop right there,” he said in flawless English. He came down the last few steps and moved toward her, with the older man right behind him. ”Who the h.e.l.l are you, and what are you doing in my father's building?”

Ah-this was undoubtedly Chul-moo's son, and his companion could only be the old man himself. Brynna glanced toward the stairs, but Lahash had faded into the blackness between the boxes and junk stored beneath it. He would never be spotted by humans now, and she had yet to find out what his part was in the abduction of Cho Kim.

”I'm ... no one,” Brynna said. She backed away from him at an angle that put the north wall of the bas.e.m.e.nt at her back. He scowled at her movement, but at the same time the chair that Cho was secured to made a sc.r.a.ping sound as she tried to free herself. The young man turned his head to look at the girl and Brynna grabbed the chance to cross the last few feet, moving between the stairs and the two Koreans; they would think she was trying to escape, but what she was really doing was making sure they would never leave this room unless she wanted them to.

The one with the gun jerked back around and glared at her. ”I told you to stop, stop,” he snarled. ”Move again and I'll shoot you.”

”You must kill her anyway, Seung,” the older man said in rapid-fire Korean. ”Look around. She has ruined all our efforts-the witch doctor is gone, the girl is coming around. The demons will realize she is not theirs, and they will return to torment Jin-eun.”

”The demons are dead,” Brynna said without thinking.

Seung and Chul-moo gaped at her, then the father's eyes narrowed. ”So, you understand Korean.” His tone grew harsher. ”But how do you know about the demons? And how do you know they are dead?”

Brynna looked at the floor without answering. d.a.m.n, but she'd done it now. If they discovered what she was, it would put Cho's life in danger-they would try to use the girl to gain power over Brynna and control her. They no longer had the witch doctor for spells, but there would always be another idiot ready and willing to take the dead man's place. They would think she was just the one for that.

As if he knew what she was thinking, Seung turned slightly so that he could swing the gun in Cho's direction. ”I think,” he said slowly, ”that she is a Good Samaritan. Someone with an understanding of certain things that are not common knowledge. Therefore, the question becomes not who who she is, but how she is, but how good good she is. Will she do as we say, or will she prefer to see Kim Cho-kyon die?” she is. Will she do as we say, or will she prefer to see Kim Cho-kyon die?”

Brynna felt her lips draw back over her teeth. Sometimes these humans really knew how to push her b.u.t.tons. ”The girl is of no use to you now,” she told him. She lifted her chin in the father's direction. ”And your daughter is freed of her burden. You might as well let her go.”

Chul-moo laughed, the sound like gravel underfoot. ”If what you say is true, then I have no use for either of you. On the other hand, I expect the police would have a great deal to gain by spending time with you or the girl, and I cannot allow that.” The corners of his eyes crinkled in cruel amus.e.m.e.nt. ”Do not be so foolish as to think you can run. You are not faster than a bullet.”

Brynna opened her mouth to reply, but the sound of the upstairs door slamming open cut her off. A sudden shaft of light cut through the darkness along the staircase, followed by a voice with which Brynna was growing entirely too familiar.

Redmond.

”Police-hold it right there!” he shouted. He scrambled down the stairs with his revolver trained on the two men facing Brynna. ”Don't move!”

”Shoot him!” Chul-moo screamed. The change in the older man's demeanor was so sudden and shocking that Brynna gasped out loud. Chul-moo screamed. The change in the older man's demeanor was so sudden and shocking that Brynna gasped out loud. ”Shoot them both!” ”Shoot them both!”

Brynna had an instant-only that-to register Seung's surprise and instinctive obedience. She leaped forward just as the muzzle of the gun aimed at Redmond flashed blue-white, and then a bullet bit into the right side of her chest. Pain, like deep, red fire going in and in and in, cut through her, all the way from front to back. d.a.m.n, it hurt. hurt. Still, she'd experienced worse, much worse ... but she couldn't ever remember being angrier. Still, she'd experienced worse, much worse ... but she couldn't ever remember being angrier.

The sound that came out of Brynna's mouth was vaguely like an animal growl but more guttural, more dangerous dangerous. Seung squeezed the trigger again, but Brynna was already on top of him, and so full of fury that she barely felt the punch of the second shot that blistered through the meat of her right side and hammered the underside of one of her ribs. Seung yelped as Brynna wrenched his weapon free, then backhanded him hard enough to send him slamming into the rattletrap table the witch doctor had been using as an altar. It collapsed, sending the rest of its display of cheap candles and useless, trashy offerings to the floor; the tiny flames went out as the bits of animal bone, herbs, and paper mixed with the melted wax. Seung groaned once and was still.

Panicked, Chul-moo stumbled and swung around, but there was nowhere he could go, no avenue of escape. Brynna's gaze focused on him and she took a step forward, the spikes of misery reinforcing her rage.

”Brynna-Brynna, stop stop!”

She almost ignored Redmond. Chul-moo was a despicable example of humanity, and it would have been so good to feel the old man's bones crack beneath her fingers, would have almost been a decent trade for the pain seesawing through her earthly body. He was unworthy of the gift of life, and the sight and smell of his blood- ”Brynna!”

She clenched her teeth and stalled the forward motion of her body. No, it was not her right to make such a decision, to pa.s.s the ultimate judgment even on someone like Chul-moo. Without repentance-and how likely was that?-his final destination would be the same whether he walked the path at his appointed time or she gave him an early push along it now.

Redmond had almost caught up to her now, with several uniformed policemen hurrying down the stairs behind him. Her face was inches from the old man's, and she could see triumph and calculation in Chul-moo's eyes. She couldn't read his thoughts exactly, but she could pick up the gist: he would place the blame on his son and plead that he was only a terrified old man, then use the legal system to drag out any sentencing and trade his son's life for probation so he could live out his own in peace with his miraculously healed daughter. He had never given any credence to anything beyond this earthly existence or the concept of retribution.

Such a foolish, foolish old man.

”Someday soon, you will suffer for your sins, old one,” Brynna whispered. His eyes widened as Brynna's irises suddenly filled with a dancing red fire that only he could see. ”There are many creatures that wait eagerly for your arrival ... in h.e.l.l.”

As Redmond pushed past Brynna, Chul-moo suddenly gasped, then choked and grabbed at his chest. His knees buckled and Redmond reached for him, but Brynna beat the policeman to it. With her right hand, she reached under the old man's armpit and lifted. Something no one but she and the old Korean man knew flashed from her fingertips and through his muscles; he gasped again and color came back into his face. The gaze he sent her was bulging and full of terror.

”Oh, no,” she said in an almost companionable voice. ”Not yet. The time will come when retribution will be claimed, but first you must answer for your actions here.”