Try me. I fist my hand around the hilt of my sword.
Im the one that gave it back to you, lass. Im the one that watches out for you.
Youre the one that took me somewhere I didnt know was as dangerous as it was. Folks got killed because of it. Did you at least manage to bring out the books you found?
I had other things on my mind. You were in danger.
It was all for nothing. The books got dropped, forgotten. I look at the wall. Sure, I could go back in, but I cant read any of the stuff in the library, so whats the point? And who knows what else I might set free by opening anything else in there?
I look up. Blood drips down the side of the building. As the gruesome Hag knits away, she plucks a small bone from the mess of entrails and organs and tucks it into her corset, taking a moment to rearrange her obscenely human-looking breasts. Then she stops abruptly and looks down at me as if shes suddenly realized theres more prey in the alley and its watching her. After a moment she dismisses me and returns to her stitching, but I feel marked somehow. Like she filed me away in her Unseelie-insect brain.
How do I kill her? Will my sword work?
Might. But youd never get close enough. Her needles are longer than your sword. Shed have your guts in her dress before you even managed to swing it.
You said she gets obsessed while shes knitting.
Not that obsessed.
The ambience in the back alley changes abruptly and it takes me a minute to figure out why. A light just came on in the back of BB&B and is spilling out the window, across the bloodstained snow.
I know what that means. Macs moving around inside, looking for Barrons. I imagine it wont be long before she looks out back to see if his cars out there.
If Mac walked out that door and tried to kill me right now, Im not sure how well Id fight.
I take one last look at Barrons and Ryodan. I have to make this right somehow. I have to balance the scales and theres a lot weighing in against me.
Come near me again and Ill kill you, I say, soft like Ryodan used to talk.
I freeze-frame into the night.
THIRTY-TWO
If I stay lucky then my tongue will stay tied
I spend the next two days slapping up terse Dani Dailies that describe the Crimson Hag and her M.O., hunting for Dancer, collecting the rest of the ziplocks I need from the other iced scenes (except for the club beneath Chesters, which Im in no hurry to go near), and packing my backpack full of samples. Theyre some of the most miserable days of my life. I go up and down like a fecking psychotic elevator being controlled by some fecking psychotic little kid, punching random floor buttons. One second Im swaggering,the next Im drooping.
One minute Im elated because I never have to go to work again. My life is my own. Jo can quit the subclub. Shell stop wearing sparkly stuff between her boobs and boinking Ryodan. The next minute I remember that if Ryodans remaining men learn that I played even one tiny little part in their bosss death, Im deader than every doornail in Dublin. On top of that, the Crimson Hag is loose, the Hoar Frost King is still out there, Dublin is slowly turning into Ant-fecking-arctica, Christian and me are on the outs, and now Mac has double the reasons to kill me, assuming she knows.
I cant decide if she knows. One minute I think she does, the next I dont.
The bodies are gone. I went back in the middle of the night to hide them. I should have hidden them right away but I wasnt thinking clear. Aside from blood in the alley and up the brick wall, no trace of them remained.
At first I thought Mac must have found and taken them somewhere for a proper burial, but then I decided she didnt, because yesterday I saw her hurrying down the street toward Chesters, all bundled up and shivering in the cold, and she didnt look sad. Ive seen Mac sad. I know what it looks like. She looked a little tense but otherwise normal. She had a trail of ZEWs behind her, chittering away. I wonder if, like crows, the ZEWs are harbingers of death. It worries me theyre following Mac. Her tension is probably because of whats happening to Dublin. Everybody Im seeing is tense. And shivering. Its ten degrees in Dublin during the day, even colder at night. Snows been falling, piling up. The city isnt set up to handle this kind of weather. Lots of folks dont have power where theyre staying. They wont survive these conditions long.
I wonder if the Crimson Hag ate Barronss and Ryodans bodies. Stitched up their entrails then dined on the rest. Id think shed have spit up a few bones but maybe she needed them all to spruce up her corset. Then I figured Christian probably went back to tidy up and hide the evidence. Trying to get on my good side again or something.
I wonder where the heck Dancer is! I need his superbrain to help me crunch the facts so I can save my city from turning into an iceberg. So then I can save folks from getting knitted up into a dress.
I got two more places to check for him, then Im out of places to hunt.
I freeze-frame up OConnell, yanking WeCare posters off streetlamps as I go. Stupid fecking stupid feckers are trying to take advantage of people not having power, encouraging them to come into prayer meetings, to get warm and take the white. I didnt know what that meant till I saw a couple folks coming out of one of the churches the WeCare people have designated as their own, wearing long white robes over their clothes.
Im the one that gave it back to you, lass. Im the one that watches out for you.
Youre the one that took me somewhere I didnt know was as dangerous as it was. Folks got killed because of it. Did you at least manage to bring out the books you found?
I had other things on my mind. You were in danger.
It was all for nothing. The books got dropped, forgotten. I look at the wall. Sure, I could go back in, but I cant read any of the stuff in the library, so whats the point? And who knows what else I might set free by opening anything else in there?
I look up. Blood drips down the side of the building. As the gruesome Hag knits away, she plucks a small bone from the mess of entrails and organs and tucks it into her corset, taking a moment to rearrange her obscenely human-looking breasts. Then she stops abruptly and looks down at me as if shes suddenly realized theres more prey in the alley and its watching her. After a moment she dismisses me and returns to her stitching, but I feel marked somehow. Like she filed me away in her Unseelie-insect brain.
How do I kill her? Will my sword work?
Might. But youd never get close enough. Her needles are longer than your sword. Shed have your guts in her dress before you even managed to swing it.
You said she gets obsessed while shes knitting.
Not that obsessed.
The ambience in the back alley changes abruptly and it takes me a minute to figure out why. A light just came on in the back of BB&B and is spilling out the window, across the bloodstained snow.
I know what that means. Macs moving around inside, looking for Barrons. I imagine it wont be long before she looks out back to see if his cars out there.
If Mac walked out that door and tried to kill me right now, Im not sure how well Id fight.
I take one last look at Barrons and Ryodan. I have to make this right somehow. I have to balance the scales and theres a lot weighing in against me.
Come near me again and Ill kill you, I say, soft like Ryodan used to talk.
I freeze-frame into the night.
THIRTY-TWO
If I stay lucky then my tongue will stay tied
I spend the next two days slapping up terse Dani Dailies that describe the Crimson Hag and her M.O., hunting for Dancer, collecting the rest of the ziplocks I need from the other iced scenes (except for the club beneath Chesters, which Im in no hurry to go near), and packing my backpack full of samples. Theyre some of the most miserable days of my life. I go up and down like a fecking psychotic elevator being controlled by some fecking psychotic little kid, punching random floor buttons. One second Im swaggering,the next Im drooping.
One minute Im elated because I never have to go to work again. My life is my own. Jo can quit the subclub. Shell stop wearing sparkly stuff between her boobs and boinking Ryodan. The next minute I remember that if Ryodans remaining men learn that I played even one tiny little part in their bosss death, Im deader than every doornail in Dublin. On top of that, the Crimson Hag is loose, the Hoar Frost King is still out there, Dublin is slowly turning into Ant-fecking-arctica, Christian and me are on the outs, and now Mac has double the reasons to kill me, assuming she knows.
I cant decide if she knows. One minute I think she does, the next I dont.
The bodies are gone. I went back in the middle of the night to hide them. I should have hidden them right away but I wasnt thinking clear. Aside from blood in the alley and up the brick wall, no trace of them remained.
At first I thought Mac must have found and taken them somewhere for a proper burial, but then I decided she didnt, because yesterday I saw her hurrying down the street toward Chesters, all bundled up and shivering in the cold, and she didnt look sad. Ive seen Mac sad. I know what it looks like. She looked a little tense but otherwise normal. She had a trail of ZEWs behind her, chittering away. I wonder if, like crows, the ZEWs are harbingers of death. It worries me theyre following Mac. Her tension is probably because of whats happening to Dublin. Everybody Im seeing is tense. And shivering. Its ten degrees in Dublin during the day, even colder at night. Snows been falling, piling up. The city isnt set up to handle this kind of weather. Lots of folks dont have power where theyre staying. They wont survive these conditions long.
I wonder if the Crimson Hag ate Barronss and Ryodans bodies. Stitched up their entrails then dined on the rest. Id think shed have spit up a few bones but maybe she needed them all to spruce up her corset. Then I figured Christian probably went back to tidy up and hide the evidence. Trying to get on my good side again or something.
I wonder where the heck Dancer is! I need his superbrain to help me crunch the facts so I can save my city from turning into an iceberg. So then I can save folks from getting knitted up into a dress.
I got two more places to check for him, then Im out of places to hunt.
I freeze-frame up OConnell, yanking WeCare posters off streetlamps as I go. Stupid fecking stupid feckers are trying to take advantage of people not having power, encouraging them to come into prayer meetings, to get warm and take the white. I didnt know what that meant till I saw a couple folks coming out of one of the churches the WeCare people have designated as their own, wearing long white robes over their clothes.
