by K.N. Lee
The driver squealed to a halt. He leaped from his vehicle and plucked the shirt from the front window.
“Hey!” he yelled. He waved the blackened shirt like a flag. “You perv.”
He tossed the garment onto the pavement, hopped in his car, and sped away.
Jason paused, then pushed his pants down, hopping out of the pant legs. He kicked them away. Once free of them, he took off wearing nothing but his burned skivvies.
Egan and Livia caught up to Rion. They were now only a couple of yards away from Jason.
“How is it he has clothes?” Egan’s feet slapped the sidewalk as she ran.
“No idea. The clothes he arrived in had to be cut from his body.” Rion barely looked winded.
Egan wanted to die. She huffed and puffed beside him. She squinted at Jason’s bare body as her legs stumbled along. “Is he…? Is he healing? Look at his skin.”
“Wow,” Livia said. “It looks like…he is,” she said through labored breaths.
The river lay just ahead.
Jason sprinted across the street, in front of traffic.
A car slammed on its brakes, screeching into the bumper of the vehicle in front of it, barely missing Jason.
A bus chugged in front of Egan, Rion and Livia, blocking her from seeing where he went. “Christ!”
Cars began honking.
She and her companions raced around the bus.
The two drivers involved in the collision got out of their cars and yelled at one another.
“Where is he? Where did he go?” Her head whipped right and left, searching for a half-naked man.
A truck with the word Propane on its side slammed into a sedan. Another car crashed into the truck. The truck burst into flames.
Someone screamed.
Just like the lawn outside of Frank Barker’s, each vehicle burst into flames, one by one, like a string of firecrackers, as if by magic.
Total gridlock overtook the street. Horns blared. People shouted.
“There he is!” Livia lifted her hand and pointed.
About a block away, Jason now jogged toward the waterfront, looking like he had all the time in the world.
“This is what I saw,” Livia said. “This and fire, and a bird…a giant bird.”
“The phoenix,” Egan says. “You saw a phoenix. It’s a Greek bird. It dies and is reborn stronger. It’s reborn in fire. Let’s go.”
She dodged around the stalled vehicles, making her way toward him. Livia and Rion were right behind her.
Jason picked up speed as he approached the pier. Sirens blasted from the distance.
Egan’s muscles burned as she chased the Jason zombie. Only a couple of yards and I’ve got him.
When Jason got to the end of the pier, he turned and looked at them. He smiled. Then, he turned around and leaped in the water.
Egan, Rion, and Livia came to a halt, before falling into the water.
“My, God, it looks like he’s a super human.” Egan pointed at Jason’s swimming form. “Look at the speed he’s got.”
Jason’s arms chugged like machines. He churned up a streaming wake as he sped through the water.
Then, she dropped her hands to her knees and gasped, trying to catch her breath.
Rion stepped near her. He placed his palm on her back. A soothing warmth spread through her body.
“Is that some of your Fae magic you’re using to soothe me?” She stood upright.
“Perhaps. Perhaps it comes about for one I care about.” He smiled.
“Well…thanks.” She chuffed out a breath. “I do feel better. Okay, what do we do now?”
“Anyone know how to jump start a boat?” Livia’s hands wrapped around her tummy. “He’s getting away.”
She inclined her head toward Jason’s bobbing shape, nearly out of sight. Her chest heaved as she panted.
“In fact, I own a couple of jet skis. Can either of you ladies ride one?” Rion pointed toward the dock.
“Livia and I will go together. You take the other one.” Egan hoped he’d understand. She had to protect Livia.
A look of disappointment washed across his face. His eyes slid from Egan to Livia, and his expression became one of resolve. “Let’s go.”
He took off at a jog toward his watercraft.
Egan looked at Livia and shrugged. They both followed him, their footfalls clattering along the wooden dock.
When they got to the skis, resting side by side on a plastic dock pushed against the main dock, Rion paused at a lock box. He waved his hand over it, and the lock opened.
“Cool trick,” Egan said.
“Thanks. I don’t do it when non-believing humans are around.” He opened the metal door and fished out a couple sets of keys. Tossing one set to Egan, he said, “Here you go.”
She caught them. “Come on, Livia.”
They scurried toward the watercraft.
Egan climbed on the jet ski. Livia sat behind her. She slid the key into the ignition. “Any idea how we’ll find Jason? He was swimming so fast, he could be in China by now.”
“Oh, I have a pretty good idea where he is. I’m a fairy, remember? I can sense him.” Rion smiled grimly.
Egan swept out her hand. “Lead the way. Wait. How will we see? Jet ski lights are illegal, last I heard.”
Rion grinned. He held out his hand. It lit with sparkling illumination.
Egan nodded. “More cool tricks. I can’t wait to see what else you have going for you.”
He waggled his eyebrows. “And I can’t wait to show you—later.”
He climbed onto his jet ski.
They powered up and took off.
The watercraft lurched forward, then rose and fell along the choppy surface. Egan gripped the handlebars, afraid to let go. She focused on Rion’s light beam to find their way along the dark waters.
“You okay?” Egan called.
“Yes,” Livia shouted. “If the circumstances were different, this might be fun.”
They zipped behind Rion’s watercraft.
The minutes stretched with no sign of Jason.
“Are you sure we’re going in the right direction?” Egan called.
“Positive!” Rion shouted. “He’s heading in the direction of Riker’s Island.
Several minutes later, Livia said, “My butt’s getting sore bouncing around.”
“Mine, too!”
They sped along, the skyline of New York providing a blurred backdrop.
“He’s up ahead!” Rion called. He directed his light beam toward Jason’s bobbing head.
Jason seemed oblivious to the watercraft behind him. He didn’t turn around to glance at them once. His arms powered him through the water like a speedboat, as he headed toward a brightly lit yacht about twenty yards ahead. The yacht rocked gently in the water, anchored to a mooring line outside Riker’s prison compound.
A rope ladder fell over the side, flung by unseen hands.
Jason pulled himself free from the water. He clambered over the side, leaving the ladder behind.
“Oh, no!” Livia said. “Look at the name.”
In bold letters, the word Phoenix had been printed along the side. Every one of Livia’s visions were coming true.
Egan
Kill the engines!” Egan called to Rion, as they sped toward the yacht named Phoenix.
Rion, zipping along beside her, nodded.
Egan turned off her watercraft.
Livia lurched forward, her fingernails digging into Egan’s shoulders.
As soon as the roar of the jet ski engines died, the watercraft continued its trajectory toward the boat, slowing as it went.
When they grew close enough to touch the yacht, Egan gave a signal. “Okay. It’s go time.”
An eerie silence fell around them. Water slapped at the jet boats and the side of the yacht. A generator hummed inside the cabin. It gave off a gurgling plop, plop, plop noise.
“Grab the ladder, Liv,” Egan hissed.
Livia rea
ched for the rope rungs, pulling their boat close to the side of the yacht.
Egan held out her hand to Rion.
He took it and pulled his jet ski close to hers.
“Here,” Rion said. “You two climb up. I’ll tie the skis off on the mooring line and swim back to the ladder.”
“How will you get onboard?” Egan whispered.
“Up the ladder, how else?” Rion tilted his head to look at her.
“Can’t you, like…you know…fly?” Livia asked.
Rion smiled. “I could. I could also destroy this yacht with one good spell, but, what would be the point? Innocent lives might be lost. Fae aren’t without a heart, you know.”
He fixed his eyes on Egan.
She inhaled sharply. “Right. Well, then. We each have our destructive abilities. As well as our—” She cleared her throat. “—hearts.” She looked away from him. “Let’s go, Liv. You first. Pause at the top before climbing onboard. There could be someone waiting to apprehend us. Do you sense anything with your crazy telepathic skills?”
Livia closed her eyes for a few seconds. When she opened them, she said simply, “No.”
“All right, then.” Egan leaned forward to give Livia room.
Livia steadied herself, clinging to the ladder. She stood, letting out a soft yelp, when the watercraft rocked to the side.
Egan clutched Rion’s hand and leaned on the handlebars to steady the boat.
Rion’s watercraft bobbed next to her. He crowded her jet ski with his to help keep her steady.
“Okay,” Livia whispered. She swung her leg off the watercraft and climbed on the ladder.
Egan’s jet ski bobbed side to side.
She slammed her palm on the side of the yacht.
“I’ve got you,” Rion said.
“Crap!” Egan whisper-yelled. “Don’t move. We might have alerted someone.”
The three of them froze in position.
Egan cocked her head to listen for signs of danger. After a few seconds, she nodded to Livia. “Okay. I don’t hear anything. Go. Wait for me.”
Livia nodded back. Then, she scurried up the ropes.
For a few seconds, Egan’s gaze tangled with Rion’s. His eyes were hypnotic. She wondered if she’d ever tire of looking at the wisdom, age, and passion staring back at her, if they ever decided to make this a “thing.”
“Be safe,” Rion said, turning away, and breaking their connection. His boat started to drift away. “I’ll be right behind you.” He reached for her jet ski and maneuvered his boat next to hers. “Okay,” he whispered. “Go.”
Egan caught the ladder and stood. She rocked back and forth, balancing herself. Then, clinging to the rope, she managed to get her feet on the soft rung. She climbed toward Livia. “See anything?”
Livia turned to look down at Egan. “I think we’re safe. The coast is clear. Climb on.”
Moving like cats, she and Livia climbed over the side of the boat. Lights were on in the cabin, but outside, on the deck, it was dark.
“Do you see anyone?” Egan whispered.
“No. You?” Livia said.
“Coast is clear.”
They tip-toed toward the cabin door. Egan sniffed the air. “Do you smell that?”
“Yeah.” Livia pressed her thumb and forefinger against her nose.
“Smells like something burnt.” Egan’s foot caught on something and she stumbled. “Oh, great.”
She stared at the obstacle in the form of something human-like, spread out along the deck.
The human groaned. It lifted a bony arm, devoid of skin.
“Oh, fuck me,” Egan said, her stomach churning. “It looks like a zombie.”
She blinked, trying to focus.
Several more lounged on the deck, in various states of decay.
“Are they all alive? Ish?” Livia whispered, huddled against Egan’s back.
One of the other zombies rolled on his side, in answer.
A burnt mark, along with a tiny piece of foil and a long piece of tubing came into view, like he’d been sleeping on them.
“Great,” Egan muttered. “We’re standing amid meth-head zombies.”
Rion came over the side of the boat, dripping wet. He shook his arms and hands. Then, he swept his wet hair away from his face. He made his way to where Egan and Livia stood.
“Oh, good, more zombies,” he said, cheerily. “These should be easier to corral than Jason.”
“Why do you say that?” Egan asked.
“They’re junkies. No will of their own.”
The junkie closest to Egan clamped its bony hand around her ankle.
She clapped her palm over her mouth and kicked furiously, shaking it free.
Its skeletal arm splintered. Its bones flew into the air, and fell with a delicate clattering noise.
Egan screamed into her palm.
“Don’t worry,” Rion soothed. “I’ll deal with these things. You see if you can find Jason.” He rubbed his palms together excitedly. “I’m going to have some fun.”
Egan stared at him. He looked positively gleeful. What kind of darkness is he rocking inside? She shook her head and stepped through the doorway, Livia right behind her.
Voices rang out from below deck.
She pressed her fingers to her lips and turned to Livia. “Shhh.”
Livia nodded.
They crept into the galley and crouched. Then, they peeked around the door, leading into a room down a short flight of stairs. All the furniture in the room had been shoved to the side. A white leather sofa stood against one wall. A loveseat sat against another.
In the middle of the room, Renner sat crossed-legged, his hands on his knees. Alicia tromped around him, pouring salt in a circle around him.
His head pivoted, following her as she stalked in a circle. “You seem to be in a mood. What gives?”
“Nothing,” she snapped.
“Seems like something.”
She poured some salt on his hair.
He shook his head. Salt flew from his scalp. “What the fuck, Alicia?” He brought his hands up and scrubbed his hair with his fingers. “Christ. Stop being a bitch. This is our moment. The energy in this room is cooking. We’ve got more than enough to accomplish our goal.”
Footsteps clomped on the polished wooden floor behind Egan. Thinking it Rion, her head whirled to face him.
“Yikes!” she whispered. “Livia, look!”
Jason sauntered toward them, clad in wet skivvies. They left nothing to the imagination. He didn’t spare them a glance as he strode past them and headed into the room below, whistling.
Renner’s gaze snapped toward him. “What the fuck is this?”
“Hey, baby,” Jason said. He stepped up to Alicia and slung his arm around her shoulder.
She pivoted to look up at him.
He leaned down and gave her a slow, sensuous kiss.
Renner lunged to his feet. He grabbed each of their shoulders and wrenched them apart.
“What the hell?” He forced his way between them. “You’re not serious. You brought him back? I was supposed to be your mate. I helped you steal the energy. I helped corral all those junkies into our clutches. Me! Not him. Me! You were supposed to use the addict’s energy to make me a phoenix. Not turn this dickhead into your plaything!”
“What can I say?” Alicia answered. She cast a dreamy gaze at Jason. “When I was seducing him, getting him to help us bring the junkies around, I sort of fell for him.”
“That’s why you shot him, wasn’t it?” Renner said. “So you could bring him back.”
“Got me,” she answered. “I needed him as a zombie. Zombies follow their leaders.”
That’s the phrase I heard. Livia looked at her, her eyes wide.
Egan met her gaze and nodded.
“And once he and I consummate our relationship, we’ll both be full-fledged phoenixes. And we’ll take over this city.”
Egan turned to Livia. “I think it’s time we made ou
r presence known, don’t you?”
“Sure do, Egan. And, it looks like we have a new ally on our side.” She stabbed her thumb toward Renner.
Egan stood and stretched. Then, she nodded at Livia.
They launched themselves toward the downstairs room, hoping they were right about Renner.
Egan
Egan’s footsteps landed hard on the floor, as she jumped onto the lower deck room. Livia landed in a crouch beside her.
Alicia’s face pulled into an ugly sneer. “You again!”
She held out her hand and shot her power at them.
A burst of electricity pinned both Egan and Livia to the wall next to a huge, flat-screened television.
“Jason. Hurry! Deal with Renner!” Alicia’s voice came out in a screech.
With inhuman force, Jason powered toward the salt circle and shoved Renner.
Renner hurtled across the room like a ragdoll and bashed against the wall. He slumped to the floor, dead or unconscious.
Alicia stripped off her clothes. “Hurry, Jason, hurry! Join me.”
Egan turned her face to the side, not wanting to gawk at Alicia’s perfect, naked body.
Jason, with his back to her, peeled off his soggy underwear. He dropped them on the floor where they landed with a soft plop.
Egan kicked against the invisible force binding her to the wall.
Livia pushed and shoved against her energetic constraints.
“Rion!” Egan bellowed.
Sounds of a fight on the upper deck made her heart sink.
“Help!” Livia cried. “Rion!”
Alicia stepped to the center of the circle and lay on her back. “Come to me, my love.”
Jason crawled on top. He settled between her legs and his hips began rocking.
The two lovers groaned and grunted.
“I’ll never get this sight out of my mind,” Egan mumbled. She kicked harder. The bindings wouldn’t budge.
The salt surrounding the circle burst into flame. A giant bird, with wings made of fire, rose from the blaze. It filled the entire space, flapping its wings, forcing heat across Egan’s face and limbs.
Alicia and Jason let out groans, as if in ecstasy.
Clatters and clomps from overhead stirred hope in Egan’s chest. She whipped her head to the side.
Renner stirred in the corner. He tried to lift his head, but fell back against the floor with a groan.
