Page 16 of Fire and Ash


  Benny said nothing. It made him feel immensely disturbed to know that that had all been witnessed yesterday. He thought of the fight, of his tears, of how vulnerable he must have looked.

  Brother Peter nodded to the satchel slung on Benny’s shoulder. “Today you came out here to defile and rob one of the gray people. That bag was not yours to take.”

  Nix said, “This gun’s heavy. If you have a point, get to it.”

  Benny almost smiled. It was the kind of line he read in novels, and she said it with the kind of bravado he’d tried for a moment ago. Nix was better at it than he was. Benny wasn’t sure if Nix had cribbed it from a book or if she was simply that incredibly cool. Probably both. Despite everything that was happening, he wanted to kiss her.

  Brother Peter looked faintly amused, though the expression on his face in no way qualified as a smile. Benny remembered Riot saying that this freak never smiled.

  “If you give me what you took,” said Brother Peter, “the bag on your shoulder and whatever you took from my reaper, we will let you go.”

  “Oh, really?” said Riot with so much acid that it could have burned the paint off a tank.

  “Really,” said Brother Peter.

  “Last time I checked,” continued Riot, “you reapers only left people alive when they got down on their knees and kissed your knives. Isn’t that how it works? We get to live if we become reapers too?”

  “Oh, fallen sister,” said Brother Peter in a sorrowful tone, “there is no place for you in the Night Church. You are an outcast, forgotten of god, unworthy of the darkness. You are an excommunicate and a blasphemer and you will be punished by a long life of suffering.”

  “Suits me,” said Riot.

  “Yeah, works for me, too,” agreed Nix.

  Benny nodded.

  “Really,” repeated Brother Peter. “That appeals to you? A life spent wandering blind and disfigured, screaming for mercy without a tongue, shunned by everyone because your face will bear the mark of damnation upon it.”

  Riot proved that her earlier demonstration of foul language had only been a warm-up. She described an act so physically appalling and improbable that even Benny winced—and he appreciated this kind of thing. Several of the reapers blanched and fingered their knives.

  “You prove your worthlessness with every breath.” Brother Peter dismissed Riot with a casual wave of his hand and turned his focus back to Benny. “Make your choice, little brother. You can walk away, unharmed, untouched, alive if you give me what does not belong to you. Return what you took from my reaper, and hand over the bag you stole from the dead.”

  Benny looked at him, at the other reapers, and at the vast, unforgiving world around them as if it was able to offer answers to the madness of the moment. He held his sword with one hand and touched the strap of the satchel.

  “Give me the bag,” said Brother Peter in a voice that was eerily calm. He could have been commenting on the weather. “Give it to me and live.”

  “It’s a trick,” said Riot. “Don’t do it.”

  “Benny, you can’t,” said Nix.

  Benny smiled.

  “Sure,” he said.

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  “WHAT?”

  Nix, Riot, and Brother Peter all said it at the same time.

  Benny shrugged and lowered his sword. He slid the bag off his shoulder and held it out. “I said, sure. Take it.”

  Brother Peter studied him with suspicious eyes. “It would be unwise to try a fast one, little brother, I’ll—”

  “I know. Red mouths, tongues cut out. What is it with you guys and threats? You need to work on your people skills.”

  Everyone was staring at Benny. He smiled and swung the bag back and forth. His heart thumped like a crazy monkey, but he was sure he was managing a pretty good reckless smile. It hurt his face to keep it in place.

  Brother Peter snapped his fingers, and one of the Red Brothers dismounted and stepped forward to take the bag. Nix shifted the pistol toward him, and the reaper stopped.

  “If he takes another step,” said Benny, “she’ll blow his head off and then she’ll shoot you.”

  The reaper threw a questioning glance at Brother Peter, who gestured for him to remain where he was. Instead he dismounted and held his hand out to Benny.

  “The bag,” he said.

  Benny wondered if there was even the slightest chance that Brother Peter was not going to kill him the moment he handed over the bag. Riot said that the reaper had a dozen knives hidden in special pockets and that he could draw and cut faster than lightning. She’d seen him do it too many times.

  So Benny slung the satchel at him instead of handing it over. He slung it hard, hoping to catch Peter in the mouth, but the man simply snatched it out of the air. He opened the flap, and the dry wind rifled the pages. Brother Peter nodded approval.

  “Now give me what you stole from my reaper yesterday,” he said.

  “Ah,” said Benny. “That’s going to be a problem.”

  Brother Peter lifted an eyebrow.

  “I don’t actually have that stuff,” said Benny. “I gave it to Captain Ledger. Maybe you know him? Big guy, real grumpy, has this huge dog?”

  “Joe Ledger.” Brother Peter pronounced the name slowly, tasting it, hating it but enjoying it too. Benny could see all that flicker through Peter’s dark eyes, and he also enjoyed the look of profound discomfort that rippled across the faces of the other reapers.

  Joe scares the pee of out them, he thought. It elevated the ranger another notch in his book.

  “That’s the guy,” Benny said. “So . . . you’re going to have to ask him for it.”

  “No,” said Brother Peter, “I think you’ll go and get it from him and bring it back to me here.”

  “You think I’d really do something that stupid just because you ask?”

  “I’m not asking you, little brother. I’m telling you.”

  Benny shook his head. “No. I played fair. I gave you what we took from the zom. Not going to argue jurisdiction over that stuff. But the stuff I took off the reaper yesterday belongs to me. Your reaper attacked me. That means that anything I took from him is mine by rights. Spoils of war.”

  “This isn’t a war, boy.”

  “Well, what the hell do you call it?”

  “You are defying god’s will.”

  “I’m pretty sure I’m not.”

  Brother Peter sighed. “Then let me simplify things for you. I’ll send you back to Sanctuary. You’ll get whatever you gave to Joe Ledger and bring it back here to me.”

  “Why on earth would I do something stupid like that?”

  Brother Peter did not answer. Not in words.

  He stood a yard away from Nix, apparently ignoring the gun pointed at his head. And then he moved. So hideously fast that there was no time to react or cry out. Brother Peter snatched the pistol from Nix’s hand, spun her, and wrapped an arm around her throat. He let the pistol fall and suddenly there was a knife in his hand, the edge of the blade pressed against the soft flesh beneath Nix’s jaw.

  Benny’s sword flashed from its scabbard, but Brother Peter froze him in place with seven horrible words.

  “I will paint you with her blood.”

  The pistol lay on the ground by Brother Peter’s foot. He kicked it into the ravine.

  “And now,” he said calmly, “tell me again that you refuse to get what belongs to me. Tell me, boy, and watch this girl’s life flow out of her.”

  “No!” cried Benny.

  Nix stared at Benny with wide eyes filled with total terror.

  The reapers began climbing off their quads, grins forming on their tattooed faces.

  Riot pivoted and aimed her slingshot at the nearest one, but Benny knew that it was no good. She could bring the man down, Benny could take the next few with his sword, but that knife was already at Nix’s throat.

  Then suddenly there was a sharp metallic sound behind the reapers. A sound so specific that everyone knew what it was befo
re they turned and looked.

  A slide being racked on an automatic pistol.

  The Lost Girl rose up out of the tall grass behind the half circle of reapers, her big automatic pistol held in a two-handed grip.

  “Let Nix go,” she said in her graveyard whisper of a voice, “or I’ll blow your head off.”

  The reapers froze in place, some with weapons half-drawn. Brother Peter turned to face Lilah.

  “Kill me and she dies too.”

  “You’re threatening to kill her anyway. Might as well kill you first.”

  “My reapers of the Red Brotherhood will slaughter you.”

  Lilah said, “Look into my eyes. Tell me if you think I care.”

  Brother Peter did look into her eyes, and Benny thought he could see something shift in the man’s expression. It was not fear—Benny didn’t think this man was capable of that emotion—but perhaps it was a kind of understanding, of acceptance.

  He lowered his knife and gave Nix a small push. She staggered forward, and Benny caught her with one arm. Nix immediately wheeled and tried to kick Brother Peter in the groin. He parried the kick as effortlessly as if he was swatting a fly.

  “Nix,” cautioned Benny as he pulled her away from the reaper. She jerked free of his grip and drew her sword. Dojigiri glittered in the bright sunlight, but for all its deadly promise, Brother Peter seemed not to care in the slightest.

  Lilah’s pistol was rock-steady in her grip. “Get out of here.”

  Without an iota of haste, Brother Peter slid his knife back into its sheath. “Listen to me,” he said softly. “We all walk away from this moment. But understand me—I want what you gave to Captain Ledger. You will bring it to me.”

  “Why do you think we’d even consider it?” snapped Nix.

  Brother Peter held out his arm, pointing across the miles toward Sanctuary. “Because I think you care about those people at Sanctuary. The sick, the helpless.” He paused. “The children.”

  Benny heard Riot’s sharp intake of breath.

  “You think that Sanctuary is a fortress,” said the reaper, “that you’re safe there.”

  “We are,” said Nix firmly.

  Brother Peter picked up the satchel and stowed it in the rear compartment of his quad. “Fail to bring me what you stole and you’ll learn exactly how safe Sanctuary is.”

  “She’s right,” said Benny. “Try anything and the army will stop you.”

  Brother Peter snorted. The reapers laughed. Harsh, brutal laughs that seemed to be fueled by some certain knowledge of what Brother Peter was suggesting. They winked at one another and traded high fives.

  “You’re a strange boy,” said Brother Peter. “Do you really think the ‘army’ will rise to your defense?”

  “Me personally? Probably not,” admitted Benny. “I’m no one. But if you try to take it from Captain Ledger, then, sure, they’ll have his back. But it’s stupid. You have knives, they’ve got guns.”

  Brother Peter shook his head. “There aren’t enough bullets in the world to stop the will of Thanatos—all praise to his darkness.”

  The reapers echoed his words.

  “I’ll give you until sunset tomorrow,” said Brother Peter as he climbed onto his quad. “That should be more than enough time to find a way to trick Joe Ledger into returning what you stole. Bring it here and leave it on the edge of the ravine weighted down with a rock. We won’t interfere with you delivering it.”

  “Hey, man, I gave you the satchel,” said Benny. “Like I said, I get to keep whatever I found yesterday. Call it a draw.”

  “No,” said Brother Peter, “let’s not.”

  Lilah edged around to stand with Benny and the others. “Get out of here,” she said.

  Brother Peter’s eyes were filled with dark mystery. “There is a storm coming,” he said. “It is the breath of my god, and it will be more powerful than any hurricane you’ve ever seen. The clouds will open and a rain of blood will pour down upon you. The coming storm will blow down the structures of your old world; it will seek out the blasphemers no matter where they hide. It will cleanse the earth, and when it has passed there will be no proof that you—that any of you—ever even lived.”

  Benny wanted to hit him with a snappy comeback, but there was something in Brother Peter’s voice, some look in his eye that made the words die on his tongue.

  “You have until tomorrow evening,” said Brother Peter. He signaled the reapers to start their engines. They turned and drove away, crossed the clearing, and passed single file into the forest.

  47

  THE LOST GIRL LOWERED HER gun and picked up her spear.

  Nix let out a long, ragged breath, sheathed her sword, turned, and punched Benny in the chest as hard as she could.

  “Wait—OWW! What was that for?” he bellowed.

  “You just gave him the satchel?” seethed Nix. “You just up and handed over the only clues we have to where Dr. McReady might be?”

  “No, I—”

  “What in tarnation is going on in your head, boy?” asked Riot. “Or is there anything at all happening in there?”

  “No,” said Lilah, “he’s not very bright.”

  “Look, I—”

  Nix shook her head in complete disgust. “And are you planning on asking Joe for that stuff?”

  “Good luck with that,” said Riot, and added under her breath, “moron.”

  “Hey, wait, I—”

  “What were you thinking, Benny?” asked Nix.

  “You guys are great,” he said sarcastically. “Thanks for the vote of confidence . . . but I’m not actually stupid.”

  He reached into his vest pocket for something and held it out an inch from Nix’s face. The girls studied the papers. Nix took one; Riot took the other. Lilah came and peered over their shoulders.

  Nix’s read: URGENT: REPT OF R3 ACTIVITY VCNTY OF DVNP—REL. WIT. *** FTF?

  Riot’s read: +36° 30' 19.64", -117° 4' 45.81"

  Lilah said, “Wait . . . what?”

  “I don’t know what Brother Peter was looking for,” said Benny, “but I’m guessing this is it.”

  A slow smile formed on Nix’s face and even her freckles seemed to glow.

  “I shoved those in my pocket when I saw the quads. Nothing else in the satchel looked to be important.”

  Riot grinned and shook her head. “By golly, boy, you are as slick as a greased weasel.”

  “Thanks, I think.”

  Lilah gave him an appraising stare as if surprised that he wasn’t mentally deficient after all.

  Nix’s smile faltered. “What happens when Brother Peter realizes he doesn’t have these?”

  “How do we even know that he knows what he’s looking for?” asked Benny. “They must have been watching us and saw us take the satchel. Then they saw us put stuff back into the satchel, and now they have it. What we need is to get our butts back to Sanctuary.” He paused. “Yesterday Joe told me that when they couldn’t find the D-series records, we lost our last chance to beat this thing. I don’t think that’s true.”

  Nix said, “What do you think Brother Peter meant about a storm coming?”

  “He was bluffing,” said Benny. “Lilah had a gun on him and he was talking trash.”

  Lilah gave a slow shake of her head. “No, he wasn’t.”

  “You don’t think so?” asked Benny.

  “Snow White’s right,” said Riot. “Brother Peter wasn’t bluffing at all, no sir. You could tell it from his voice. He thinks he’s going to win.”

  “Against Sanctuary?” Nix laughed. “Against Captain Ledger and the soldiers? How?”

  No one had an answer to that.

  “Then it’s some kind of weapon,” said Lilah. “Something we haven’t seen yet.”

  “Reapers only use knives,” said Nix.

  Riot shrugged. “Before I left them, they would never have used a quad. It was old-world science, totally taboo. Now look. So who knows what else they might try?” Riot shook her head. “N
o . . . we have to be ready for them to do anything at all to win.”

  Without another word they got their quads and raced back to Sanctuary.

  48

  BROTHER PETER PULLED HIS QUAD into the cleft of a tumble of huge rocks and killed the engine. Sister Sun sat on a stool under the shade of an awning erected for her by her reaper bodyguards. She sipped water from a plastic cup. She looked older than her years and as frail as an icicle on a warm morning.

  “How did it go?” she asked as Brother Peter came over and sat down across from her.

  He poured himself some water, sipped it, and set his cup aside.

  “It went exactly as planned,” he said.

  She reached out and patted his hand.

  “Good.”

  FROM NIX’S JOURNAL

  Benny isn’t the same boy I grew up with.

  It’s been less than nine months since all our troubles started. Nine months ago Benny was really young. Cute and smart, but immature for his age. Everyone thought so, but nobody was mean enough to say it to his face.

  After the first time Tom took him to the Ruin, Benny started to change. He smiles a lot less, and sometimes he still says dumb things and acts immature. But . . . sometimes I wonder if the way he acts during those times is a defense mechanism. I wonder if he’s still trying to be a kid when everything else in the world is trying to make him old.

  Is he aware of it?

  Since we came to Sanctuary, he’s changed even more. I’m not sure how to describe it. It’s like he’s leveled out. He’s even. Does that make sense?

  This new Benny is a lot more like Tom. Independent and strong, but also not like Tom. Maybe Benny’s becoming someone else.

  I hope Benny likes the person he’s becoming.

  I do. Maybe more than I ever have.

  49

  MILES AND MILES AWAY . . .

  The sign read SLAUGHTERHOUSE ROAD.

  It made Saint John smile, as much for the visceral imagery that it conjured in his mind as for the poetry that he always found written into the mundane events of each day.

  He stood in the shade of a billboard on which a smugly smiling figure once promised that everyone could, without question, hear him now. Saint John had never owned a cell phone. Even before the Fall he had believed that they whispered suggestions of temptation in the ear and sucked away both common sense and faith the way a tick sucks blood. Besides, before the dead rose, whenever Saint John felt the need to say something of importance to someone, he took them to some remote place and shared his secrets in the pauses between screams.