Shadowfever
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I find that inexpressibly disturbing.
My head is ratcheted around on my spine and Im forced to stare down.
A person stands below me, a dark splash against the brilliant snow, a book tucked beneath its arm.
The person tilts its head back and looks up.
I chomp back a scream.
I recognize the hooded cloak that swirls softly back, teased by a light breeze. I recognize the hair.
But I dont recognize anything else becauseif it really is Fiona, Barrons ex-storekeeper and Derek OBannions mistressshes been skinned alive. The horror of it is that, because OBannion taught her to eat Unseelie, she hasnt died from it.
Instinct makes me reach for my spear. Of course its not there.
Mercy! Fiona screams. Her skinned lips bare bloodied teeth.
And I wonder: Do I have any mercy left in me? Did I reach for my spear because I pity her?
Or because I hate her for having had Jericho Barrons before me, and for longer?
The Books anger with me grows.
I feel it spilling out, filling the streets. Its immense, barely contained.
Im baffled.
Why does it hold itself in check? Why not destroy everything? I would, if it would just hold still long enough to let me use it. Then Id re-create it all the way I wanted it.
Suddenly it morphs into the Beast, a shadow blacker than blackness. It expands, soars, towers up and up, until it is eye level with me.
It hangs there in the air, flashing back and forth between its own terrible visage and the meat of Fionas flayed face.
I squeeze my eyes shut.
When I open them again, Im alone.
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Stupid feckin stupid feckers! I kick a can down the alley. It whizzes into the air, hits a brick wall, and flattens into it. AnddudeI mean into it. Couple inches deep. I snicker, knowing somebodyll walk by one day and be like: Dude, how the feck did that can get embedded in the wall?
Just one more Mega OMalley Mystery! Citys full of em.
I leave traces of me all over Dublin. My way of saying I was here! I been marking it up for years, ever since Ro started sending me out on my own to do stuff for her. Used to stick with little things, like bending sculptures in front of the museum just enough that I knew they were different but nobody else would prolly notice. But since the walls came down, it dont matter no more. I embed things in brick and stone, rearrange chunks o rubble to spell out MEGA, hammer lampposts into twisty Ds for Dani and Dangerous and Dude.
I put a little swagger in my step.
Superstrength is me.
I scowl. Stupid feckin feckers, I mutter.
Hormonal is me. Up one minute, down the next. My moods change quick as my feetfly. One minute I cant wait to grow up and have sex; the next I hate people, and men are people; and, dudeisnt semen about the most disgusting thing you ever seen? Like, eew, who wants some dude to squirt snot in their mouth?
Been on my own for a couple days now, and its swee-eeeet! Nobody telling me what to do. Aint gotta go to bed. Nobody telling me what to think. Just me and my shadowand we are two cool fecks. Who wouldnt wanna be me?
Still I worry about those stupid sheep at the abbey.
Feck, no, I dont! If they dont wanna pull their heads outta their asses, aint my trubs!
Too bad some peeps dont know to take me seriously. Gonna have to mess up their world to get em to see me.
Been at Chesters again.
Took seven of the slithery fecks to keep me out this time. Kept telling em I needed to talk to Ry-O, cause I think hes their leader when Barrons aint around.
And Barrons aint around.
Hunted high and low for him last night after my eyeballs got grossed out by Mac swapping nasties with the Lord Monster.
Dudewhats with that? She could have Vlane or Barrons! Whod wanna swap spit with an Unseelie-eater? Specially the one that caused this whole fecking mess! Whered she go for so long? What happened to her?
They wouldnt let me into Chesters. A-fecking-gain! Getting old, real old, it is. Aint like I wanna drink or nothing. Stuffs poison. Just wanted to clue em in.
Finally told em to tell Ry-O I think Macs in trouble. Hanging out with Darroc. Two princes protecting him.
Think hes brainwashed her or something. Gotta get her back again. Wanted backup to cover me while I take em all out. Aint got my sidhe-sheep behind me. Since leaving the abbey, Im Persona Non Grovel, and grovelings the only way you get anything from Ro and her herd. Even Jo wouldnt leave the abbey. Said its too late for Mac.
Thats where Ry-O was sposed to come in. Told his freaks I was taking the Lord Monster out tonight and they could help if they wanted.
Or not.
Dont need nobody. Not me.
Mega on the move! Faster than the wind! Leaps tall buildings in a single bound!
Dude!
Zzzoooom!
I study myself in the mirror with cold detachment. A smile curves the lips of the woman looking back.
The Sinsar Dubh paid me a visit last night. It reminded me of its crushing power, treated me to a taste of its sadism. But, far from being cowed by it, Im more resolved than ever.
It must be stopped, and the person who knows how to accomplish that most quickly is sitting in the adjoining room, laughing at something one of his guards just said.
My head is ratcheted around on my spine and Im forced to stare down.
A person stands below me, a dark splash against the brilliant snow, a book tucked beneath its arm.
The person tilts its head back and looks up.
I chomp back a scream.
I recognize the hooded cloak that swirls softly back, teased by a light breeze. I recognize the hair.
But I dont recognize anything else becauseif it really is Fiona, Barrons ex-storekeeper and Derek OBannions mistressshes been skinned alive. The horror of it is that, because OBannion taught her to eat Unseelie, she hasnt died from it.
Instinct makes me reach for my spear. Of course its not there.
Mercy! Fiona screams. Her skinned lips bare bloodied teeth.
And I wonder: Do I have any mercy left in me? Did I reach for my spear because I pity her?
Or because I hate her for having had Jericho Barrons before me, and for longer?
The Books anger with me grows.
I feel it spilling out, filling the streets. Its immense, barely contained.
Im baffled.
Why does it hold itself in check? Why not destroy everything? I would, if it would just hold still long enough to let me use it. Then Id re-create it all the way I wanted it.
Suddenly it morphs into the Beast, a shadow blacker than blackness. It expands, soars, towers up and up, until it is eye level with me.
It hangs there in the air, flashing back and forth between its own terrible visage and the meat of Fionas flayed face.
I squeeze my eyes shut.
When I open them again, Im alone.
12
Stupid feckin stupid feckers! I kick a can down the alley. It whizzes into the air, hits a brick wall, and flattens into it. AnddudeI mean into it. Couple inches deep. I snicker, knowing somebodyll walk by one day and be like: Dude, how the feck did that can get embedded in the wall?
Just one more Mega OMalley Mystery! Citys full of em.
I leave traces of me all over Dublin. My way of saying I was here! I been marking it up for years, ever since Ro started sending me out on my own to do stuff for her. Used to stick with little things, like bending sculptures in front of the museum just enough that I knew they were different but nobody else would prolly notice. But since the walls came down, it dont matter no more. I embed things in brick and stone, rearrange chunks o rubble to spell out MEGA, hammer lampposts into twisty Ds for Dani and Dangerous and Dude.
I put a little swagger in my step.
Superstrength is me.
I scowl. Stupid feckin feckers, I mutter.
Hormonal is me. Up one minute, down the next. My moods change quick as my feetfly. One minute I cant wait to grow up and have sex; the next I hate people, and men are people; and, dudeisnt semen about the most disgusting thing you ever seen? Like, eew, who wants some dude to squirt snot in their mouth?
Been on my own for a couple days now, and its swee-eeeet! Nobody telling me what to do. Aint gotta go to bed. Nobody telling me what to think. Just me and my shadowand we are two cool fecks. Who wouldnt wanna be me?
Still I worry about those stupid sheep at the abbey.
Feck, no, I dont! If they dont wanna pull their heads outta their asses, aint my trubs!
Too bad some peeps dont know to take me seriously. Gonna have to mess up their world to get em to see me.
Been at Chesters again.
Took seven of the slithery fecks to keep me out this time. Kept telling em I needed to talk to Ry-O, cause I think hes their leader when Barrons aint around.
And Barrons aint around.
Hunted high and low for him last night after my eyeballs got grossed out by Mac swapping nasties with the Lord Monster.
Dudewhats with that? She could have Vlane or Barrons! Whod wanna swap spit with an Unseelie-eater? Specially the one that caused this whole fecking mess! Whered she go for so long? What happened to her?
They wouldnt let me into Chesters. A-fecking-gain! Getting old, real old, it is. Aint like I wanna drink or nothing. Stuffs poison. Just wanted to clue em in.
Finally told em to tell Ry-O I think Macs in trouble. Hanging out with Darroc. Two princes protecting him.
Think hes brainwashed her or something. Gotta get her back again. Wanted backup to cover me while I take em all out. Aint got my sidhe-sheep behind me. Since leaving the abbey, Im Persona Non Grovel, and grovelings the only way you get anything from Ro and her herd. Even Jo wouldnt leave the abbey. Said its too late for Mac.
Thats where Ry-O was sposed to come in. Told his freaks I was taking the Lord Monster out tonight and they could help if they wanted.
Or not.
Dont need nobody. Not me.
Mega on the move! Faster than the wind! Leaps tall buildings in a single bound!
Dude!
Zzzoooom!
I study myself in the mirror with cold detachment. A smile curves the lips of the woman looking back.
The Sinsar Dubh paid me a visit last night. It reminded me of its crushing power, treated me to a taste of its sadism. But, far from being cowed by it, Im more resolved than ever.
It must be stopped, and the person who knows how to accomplish that most quickly is sitting in the adjoining room, laughing at something one of his guards just said.
