by Tom Harem
"He's right, Ashen." Gordon said, still reclined in his chair, "maybe it's time to get out of the shadows. Damien needs to know that the path is not clear, that someone will stand up to him."
Ashen sighed and asked for a few minutes alone. The rest of us left the house and stretched out under the orange and red sky shining over the semi-cold water of the lake. The water splattered on our naked feet and the sun rays tanned our faces, also blazing our fragile eyelids. Kendra was on my right side, wearing only a black top like a long ribbon that wrapped around her body and only covered her tits and black lycra pants, while Maggie, on my right side, was wearing a blue dress up to her knees with 3 buttons above her chest, two of which were open. I didn't need to ask them to know that Gordon had taken them home to pick up fresh, new clothes after the old ones had been covered in dust and blood.
Unlike everyone, including me, who had lain on the already dry grass, Maggie remained seated. The bandage didn't deprive her of the pain she felt as she moved into certain positions. Gordon broke his silence to say that it had been some time since he had last set foot there, that the sun had faded in his face, highlighting the freckles he had around his nose. Taking advantage of his voice string, and a few birds humming from the nearby trunks, I asked Kendra what had happened to her sister.
"We left her in the warehouse. We heard her making some calls as we left, but we don't know a whole lot more. She dispatched us right away. She was scared, you know? I’ve never seen her like that, with her lips trembling and teary-eyed."
"It would be good if the council joined us against the Reapers. All that common enemy crap." I said, dreaming about the possibilities.
It wasn't the best of choices, but one enemy was always better than two unpredictable ones.
"It's not going to happen. Part of the board is involved up to the marrow with the Reapers. Who do you think gets them the technology? Just because it's paid by us, Hunters, doesn't mean that we provide them ourselves. It's a complot. A triangle in which everyone does their part. The council gives them weapons, we pay, and the Reapers give us a reason to spend more money on weapons, often produced by illegal sub-companies controlled by the larger ones. There are no good people in this world. Only those who have not yet stepped out of line." Elisa said and sighed, the icy air spinning in the sunlight.
"That's a very pessimistic view, don't you think?" Maggie said, intervening.
"I know who you are, girl, and who your father is. I don't think you're the best person to talk about how bad the world is."
"Do you think I've never had people dying around me? That I didn't see pain in other people's eyes? Not all my life has been roses. I've had enough of being judged because I'm the daughter of him and not because of who I am." Maggie said, exalted.
She closed her fist as hard as she could and punched the ground. Soon after, the bandage was ripped and blood surfaced, staining the lighter dress.
She got up, her spring-like perfume soothing along the way, as she limped, taking small steps, always settling one foot on the ground before raising the next. I couldn't see her like this. I ended up helping her, sticking my arm to her hip, lifting her up until we reached the small stairs that led to the ridge that surrounded the whole house. We crossed the living room and the kitchen and entered our bedroom.
She removed the dress over her head and laid it on the bed. From a drawer on the bedside table, she took out the utensils she needed to sew the wound and make a bandage to staunch it. Most likely she was repeating the same movements as the day before. She knew where everything was and what to do in a way that displayed a certain amount of experience. Her hand didn't shake even when her skin was being pulled, and her gnashing teeth didn't distract her. Sometimes she paused and only then continued. She grabbed my hand and squeezed it while performing the final touches. The skin around the scar was dry, faint red, and seemed to be unsalvageable. Being who she was, she would have no problem buying skin to replace that one, but the words that came out of her mouth were different from what I expected.
"I want to leave the mark, you know? It will help me when someone talks about my father. I'm not him, I have nothing to do with him. I'm on the good side. I get my hands dirty."
I smiled and kissed her. It was one of those that went on for almost a minute until lips broke off and a string of saliva lay on them.
"You don't know how happy I am that you're alive." She said and hugged me, turning only the upper half of her body, "As you may have noticed, I'm not very sociable... I'm glad I have you now."
We lay down on the bed and stayed there, curled up in each other, until the minutes were hours and the hours felt like days.
Chapter VI
Two weeks went by without anything of importance happening. After the heated exchange of arguments between me and Ashen, and his time alone, we finally came to an agreement. We would be more proactive, but if at any time he thought we were in genuine danger, we would have to obey him and flee as soon as possible. Running away was not in my personality. I was taught to fight until the end, that's how I grew up and it wouldn't be any different now. However, now that I knew the reasons behind the request, I accepted it. If something like that happened, I would have to choose what to do wisely. Every situation is a situation, as one of my academy teachers said. A grumpy man, with a goatee on his double chin, already in his 50's, but with an outstanding sword skill.
We spent the time between researching the Hunters' board members and even a couple of A rankers and destroying monsters. We reached rank C in an instant. Elisa helped us a few times to defeat level C monsters and two B monsters. She confessed to me that she was fond of being around me and that she had begun to get attached to the team, although when I invited her to join us, she refused.
"It's still early." She told me, before we leaned over her couch, as had become regular on Tuesdays and Fridays.
Kendra and Maggie had no problem with that. They learned to like her style; ruthless but, at the same time, more preponderant when she gave them suggestions on how to improve.
At the end of the seventeenth day, Kendra's mobile phone rang during dinner. She ran a napkin over her lips before taking the mobile out of her pocket.
"It's Lipa! I haven't spoken with her since that day."
"Pick up. It could be important." Ashen told her and we all put down our cutlery.
We heard her exchanging a few "yes" and "are you sure?" but we remained uncultivated about the subject being discussed. The expressions on her face ranged from relieved to serious, with half-closed eyes and twisted lips, until she finished with a smile on her face, just before releasing a "Be careful. Don't get caught.". We all had our eyes on her, following her movements, from putting her mobile phone in her pocket to sitting down.
"Good news?" Maggie asked, stirring up the fork on her plate.
"Yes?" Kendra said, trying to hide her enthusiasm, but unable to conceal the smile rising up in the corner of her lips, "My sister told me the council will meet on Friday, but she is aware that most of the members won't want to get into trouble with the Reapers. But not everything is bad news. She heard rumors that there would be a party, also this Friday, in a mansion in Fortress, the richest small town on the continent, where they would demonstrate a new weapon to powerful men. She doesn't know which mansion, what or to whom."
"Well, that's enough. It's a start." Gordon said, the words going out at half a gas, mixed with his teeth crunching the food, "I can investigate which of the houses will have a party."
"That's not necessary. I know which one." Maggie said, shoulders away from the upper body, a downcast look, "It's mine. My father texted me yesterday. I still haven't answered him. I wasn't planning on going. Parties are always boring. They have fun talking about money. Not to mention the times I ended up cleaning vomit off my bedroom carpet because some idiot thought it was the bathroom." She said, before pausing a second time, "I can get invitations, but I can only get two. My dad keeps telling me to bring along a couple of frie
nds."
"Excellent. But I'm not satisfied with just the three of you. Elisa is going too. She should have no problem infiltrating the party." Ashen said, smiling for the first time.
At that point, Elisa was probably already preparing a group to attack the council and I knew how hard it would be to convince her to put that aside to help us. Her presence offered me a certain security that no one else could. In fact, each of them had something that made them stand out. It was with Maggie that I felt most comfortable and laughed, with Elisa that I felt safe and at peace, and with Kendra that I talked about the world under the limelight.
Maggie put the plate aside and left the table. She told us she was going to call her father, but we all knew there was more to it than that, that there was a mixture of hope that her father would be good versus the fear that he was not. She was on a tightrope between lost until she knew whose side her father was on. She was in our room, lying on the bed, sideways, with her feet hanging out and her cell phone by her side. She heard my footsteps as I entered and tilted her head up. She hadn't lit the lamp in her room, but the lamppost on the bedside table. The dim light was bright enough to illuminate her upper body and the left side of the room.
"You are both invited. My father wants to meet me half an hour before the party starts to check on the gloves." She said, and took a deep breath, "If he's really evil... We have to capture him, don't we?"
"You know that, Maggie. He could be an essential part of finding out everything. We already know who the scientist is behind the beasts, but what about the rest? There's still a lot to discover." I said and sat next to her. She elevated her upper body and stood on the same level as me, "You're not alone."
She hugged me and sniffled, "You may have noticed that I'm not very sociable. But it's a good thing I was in that room on that day so that I could meet you. I'm lucky to have you!"
As soon as she finished talking, she lowered her face and raised her eyes, an angelic pouting frown, asking for comfort and shelter. I placed my hand on her hot pink cheek and kissed her humid lips.
"Hurry up!" Kendra screamed, from the kitchen.
"Shit. I almost forgot. A level 6 beast appeared nearby. Ashen is contacting Elisa, but until then we have to take care of it."
"We better go then." She said, this time with a smile.
She took the mobile and put it in her pocket. When she got up, she ran her hand across the scar she had got. She had earned the habit of sliding her finger through the healed curvature before each mission. I don't know if she did it to remember the consequences and the danger to which we were subjected or if she just liked the sensation. I avoided touching on the subject. I had already tried to do it, but I always felt that she avoided the talk.
"I'd forgotten. You must bring a suit to the party. It's a gala dinner. It's my father's rule. No one goes in without one."
"Where the hell am, I going to get one? I'm a man of action, not a man of two fingers in a glass and drinking sitting on an armchair." I said, remembering the infamous day I wore a suit to an academy party, and it was one of the most embarrassing moments of my life. Not only didn't I look good, but it made my movements slow and embarrassing. Still, I accepted. After all, being a Hunter was also about making sacrifices for the cause. To be willing to go further, to skip a once frightening stage, to go beyond anything else.
Kendra was already waiting for us in the room, grasping the whip with both hands. Ashen wished us good luck. He had been a tad more relaxed in the last few days. Elisa's presence also reassured him, and, above all, there had been no deadly situations. A few scratches and lacerations on our legs and on the palm of our hands, but no more. Gordon also told us that he had already tried to contact Elisa but that his mobile phone was occupied so he left a message with the location.
Chapter VII
We switched our car to a black, open-top convertible with a curved hood and wider headlights. In the morning it stood out, at night it went unnoticed. We left through the same man-made corridor, to the sound of the creaking trunks and the chirping owls, under a half moon and a starry sky that plunged into minimal lights, distant from the other, as we sank into the road. At that time only four or five cars were being driven on the road, on their way home, mostly with only one person inside, fatigued eyes and a repetitive yawn.
The car smelled like Maggie's wild fruit perfume, until we got close to the city of Irishima, where the monster was, and the sky had been covered with ash and a burnt odor. Putrid, as if something was burning at thousands of degrees, and the smell worsened.
We were minutes away and we could already see the buildings being torn apart, others burning and the sound of people screaming, running to where they could. Some of the buildings looked like nothing more than floors with the light on until the color faded, and they crumbled. The city was now merely a g made up of the remains of buildings and flames of a red as bright as the blood winding through the narrow streets. Some 19th-century houses intertwined with modern skyscrapers and, in each street, a different kind of food restaurant and some museum, whose entrance was a cream milk dome between rows of pillars whose bases were already blemished.
We arrived at the edge of the city. Most of the people were at the door while the rest took what they could from their homes and put it in their cars and vans until the trunks filled up. The streets there were narrower than I was used to. Some didn't even have two lanes. Just one, where our car almost ripped off the walls, and I couldn't deviate a centimeter.
It took us at least another two minutes in the street maze to reach downtown. Kendra squeezed the whip and Maggie closed her fist and stretched her foot until she couldn't anymore. I felt her behind me, banging against my seat occasionally, sometimes slow as a clock and sometimes like a nervous bomb about to explode.
Downtown was a wide-open circle, surrounded by skyscrapers of still-lit businesses, a few technology stores, and one or two convenience shops. Behind a wall of buildings, facing us, the flames roared, an explosion rebounding at several lower levels, but steadily closing in on us. In the silence of the night, a sound rose. Loud steps, craters opening on the ground, and the earth shaking. They were getting louder and louder. The beast howled, the thick metallic voice distancing itself from its body, not losing its strength, echoing throughout the city and causing Maggie to gulp.
"This is going to be a tough one." She said, "I think it's coming from there." And she pointed to the left, above one of the convenience stores with the lights off, whose windows reflected only a thick blue line that came from the ceiling of one of the companies.
"Are you ready? It's close." I said and took my gun out of the holster.
Gordon had made some modifications to it over the two weeks. Not only were the bullets more powerful, with acix tips, a rare metal, even stronger than steel and discovered just under two years ago, but he had calibrated it to a 99% infallible aim. After using it three or four times, I ended up asking him how he had gotten that material. He replied with a sarcastic smile and a plain answer, "Damien is not the only one who knows where to get rare parts and materials. I still have a couple of underground contacts and, truth be told, Ashen has amassed quite a bit of money."
My thoughts were interrupted by metal scraping on the plastered roof of the humble shop. A double-legged monster that made my legs look like a toothpick, with an orange carcass as its belly and sharp tweezers as its hands. Basically, a huge metal crab under two legs, with a flame thrower in the middle of its right shoulder. Good, it wasn't as if the blending of a wasp and a spider or a hare with a horn on its forehead weren't strange enough. I had never dealt with such a huge monster, much less one capable of destroying a building with just a right hook. It sliced the store apart and walked through the gap, knocking down the electrical wires along the way, the sparks rebelling through its body and electrifying the air. It opened its mouth to release a screech and its spiking teeth salivated oil to its orange chin. We were still contemplating the magnitude of the monster when gunshots
flogged the air, straight to its chest, a few bouncing off the carcass and falling flat on the ground, others getting stuck up there, but not before catching its attention.
Shit. A bunch of policemen were in the middle of the square, shooting until their barrels were empty while motivating each other until the last involucre hit the metal chest and freefallen without even having made a scratch on it. Morale dropped. Silence imposed itself on them as well as the mask of death in the face of the beast' shadow that befell them after it got close. I didn't think she even noticed us.
"We have to get them out of there," I said, awakening Maggie and Kendra from a dreary sleep.
"How?" Kendra asked, "We're too far away. Look at them, they're paralyzed."
And she was right. The five men and woman had not taken a step. Their legs trembled, their knees frosted with fear and their eyes widened, blinking and closing for two seconds, as if they believed that the third or fourth time, they opened them, they would wake up in their beds, in one piece, and it would all have been a nightmare.
"We must draw the beast' attention."
"We're going to lose the element of surprise," Maggie said, extending her hand, a spark hovering over the glove.
"I don't think it would make much of a difference against this monster either. Normal bullets don't even tickle him," I answered.
"Very well,” Kendra sighed.
"All right, are you ready? You know what to do." I said and watched as they stayed away from me. I remained in the middle and, in a few seconds, we had surrounded the beast, "Now!"
Kendra's whip cracked the air, the forked end hitting its metal back. Maggie's fireball, three times as big as the day I met her, slammed against the closest thing the monster had to his nose, a slight sprain in the center of his face. It didn't seem to have a lasting effect. It looked at the half-moon and roared, tapping with the solid part of its hands, that small part before the clamps, on its chest. H was pissed off. The wounds were only superficial and scorched metal that looked like a puberty pimple.
