by Greg Dragon
“Where’s your girlfriend now?” Alysia asked.
“She died, but not in the theater. Man, we booked it out of there so fast and that silly girl wanted to stop and turn in her 4DX helmet. Can you believe that? That was Marlene though, lawful till it hurt. That’s how I know she’s in heaven.”
Alysia didn’t know what to say. She had always wondered where Jaime was from, and with him talking, she wanted to press him for more. But death was never an easy subject, even now when it was the end of the world. “I’m sorry.” She said.
“We all die, it was just her time. What’s funny is that old Debdan—remember him, my buddy?” Alysia nodded and he continued. “He was in the toilet when it happened. He came out to get his girl, but she had taken off without him. That boy never had the best of luck, especially when it came to women. But I remember how paranoid and scared he was when we finally got somewhere safe. He kept saying ‘Jaime, as long as I didn’t die on the toilet man, as long as I didn’t die on the toilet.’” Then he busted out laughing. It seemed to be the funniest thing to him and Alysia didn’t know whether it was okay for her to laugh as well, or if it was simply how he chose to deal with everything that had happened.
Tracy walked over to them and sat on a desk. She had cut her hair into a short bob, and with her neck exposed she looked beautiful. Jaime stared at her and forgot what he was saying to Alysia, and it was extremely evident that he was very attracted to her. “So, Tracy, you and Mr. Knight, huh? Seeding the barren earth? We haven’t seen the two of you all morning. Out ‘scouting’ again, or was he helping you to—”
“I swear to god, Jaime, if it wasn’t for the situation, I would throw your narrow ass out the window right now. Mind your own damn business, and have some respect!” she yelled at him and then stormed out of the room.
Alysia tried to hide at smile at their exchange because if there was anyone that could set Tracy McLeay off, it was Jaime.
“You like her, huh?” Alysia teased, and she watched the sarcastic smirk fall from his face.
“You do realize that she and your dad are … together, right?” he said to her. “Weren’t you going to kick her ass for that?”
Alysia thought about it and shrugged. “It’s very disrespectful, and I think she owes me a huge apology for taking advantage of him. But I’m leaving that up to her to do. I see the way she acts, how she refuses to look me in the eye, and I know she feels guilty for what she’s doing. We’ll have the talk when she’s ready. I’ve already given my dad a piece of my mind.”
“I did notice that the Knight bond has been a bit frayed since we arrived. You two gonna be alright—”
“He’s my father. We have to be!” Alysia spat, and shook her head at the situation. “You know, if there is a chance that we go back in time if we manage to beat the demons, Dad’s gonna feel really bad for this whole Tracy situation.”
“Is that what you think will happen, if we win?” Jaime asked, perking up at the chance that she would say yes.
“Lord Chaos didn’t answer me when I asked him, yet here we stand, thirty years after the fallout and you and I haven’t aged a day. That makes me think we were teleported forward, to this time, when the demons are comfortable and have their guard down. If Chaos can send us forward, why can’t he send us back?”
Jaime shook his head at her. “Because he could use his magic to stop us from aging, keep us buried in the rubble for thirty years, and then wake us up at the time that he did. I wouldn’t bet on the time travel, CeeCee. I don’t want to make you sad, but if he had that power, wouldn’t he use it to win his war?”
“Yeah, that would make sense,” Alysia said sadly, then turned to watch the snow mimic her hopes as they fell to their demise from the heavens. “I wonder if little Maria and her mom are okay,” she said after a while, and Jaime didn’t know how to answer.
“Where do you think that thing went?” Jaime asked.
“What thing?” Alysia asked, annoyed at the way he kept jumping from subject to subject.
“The demon. You won the fight but he ran off somewhere, no doubt healing. Do you think it will come back? To find you. I mean, like, it has to be enraged by what you did to it,” he said.
“He will keep running, I think. Actually, I’m quite sure of it. I could see the fear in his eyes when I cut him with the Twilight Sword, and when he realized that I was not quite human.”
“Come on CeeCee, you’re still human,” Jaime began.
“I—I know that, Jaime, thank you. But he sensed that I was different, and when he did, he took off.”
“What if—” Jaime began to say.
“Reinforcements?” Alysia cut him off and shrugged. “I’ve thought about that. If he shows up with a host of demons, we would be in trouble. Still, my mind is made up about all of them, Jaime. They must die. If he shows up with friends, then the girls and I will wipe them out. He can’t run from my sword forever. The next time I cut him or any of his kind, I’ll make sure that it is fatal.”
The way Alysia sounded gave Jaime pause, as her voice had deepened and he could see the glowing in her eyes from her rage. He let the silence settle in, and then cracked his knuckles and whistled. “Well I’m hungry,” he said suddenly. “Wanna go see what your girls brought back? We’ve been sitting here talking for quite some time.”
Alysia nodded and then got up to follow him out of the room. The world had become strange and unpredictable, but she still had the Twilight Sword, and that reassured her as she walked along behind him.
Chapter Three
Every day the group added and upgraded things on the floor that they lived on; in time, it began to look like a real hideout. They had a cold area stacked with ice for storing meat, and Jaime’s “heater” was a barrel full of parts that could produce fire. This they placed in the central area, dubbed “the meeting room,” and they kept the fire alive, using it to cook and heat up the place.
With Alysia showing no interest in his jokes or subtle advances, Jaime started to find himself attracted to Koko. He found every excuse he could to talk with her, and was surprised at how receptive she was to it. The two became quick friends and it didn’t go unnoticed. They passed the days scavenging together, and she began to show him how to use a sword.
Isobel grew strangely quiet as the days went by, and Alysia worried for her since it wasn’t the way she knew her to be. When it was her turn to find a partner to scavenge, she would go alone, and when Alysia tried to talk to her, she would pretend to be happy. James and Tracy became more overt with their affections, and Jasmine slept.
Alysia watched the elements of their group dynamic and was happy that everyone had found a way to keep on living. She knew that in time Isobel would talk, and she could deal with her dad and Tracy, as long as she didn’t look at them. The Jaime and Koko pairing gave her feelings she couldn’t understand. Jaime was a friend, albeit an attractive one, but she had no interest in going there with him. Still, he made Koko smile in a way she had never seen before, and she made him very happy. It brought up jealous feelings within her chest when she witnessed it, but she couldn’t understand why.
Do I just want all the men in my life to be miserable if they aren’t waiting around for me? she asked herself. It was foolish to feel the things she did, yet she felt them, and it made her snippy with Koko. The end of the world is upon us, of course people are going to cling to love, she thought to herself. I wasn’t receptive to Jaime the few times that he tried to start that conversation, and my mom is dead. What do I expect these guys to do?
She was disappointed in herself and forced it from her mind, spending whole hours on the rooftop, absorbing the cold. She liked how it felt being so high above the New York streets; it made her feel safe, and bigger than the disaster.
It was on the second week of their time spent in the bank building when Jasmine’s wounds completely healed. She had stayed still during her whole recovery, moving only when the other girls fed her somethin
g or forced her to drink. She was weak, tired, and feeling depressed, but Isobel took her outside into the cold and worked on her.
“Will she be okay?” James asked, and Koko nodded affirmatively as they stood around the roaring fire.
“Now that Jazz is back with us, we will need to track the demon and finish him off,” Alysia said.
“We’ll be ready whenever you are,” her father said.
“A few of us should stay behind, secure the camp in case of anything,” she said. “I don’t know how far he’s dragged himself into the city, but we wouldn’t come back until I can verify that he’s dead.”
Jaime walked up behind her and touched her arm to get her attention. “CeeCee, I’ve been meaning to ask. Do you think that was one of the six masters that you are supposed to kill?”
“That would be nice, wouldn’t it? For him to be here at the point where we woke up. But I won’t know until he’s dead or until Lord Chaos tells me. The masters are supposed to be powerful, and that beast sure was, but I expected more … so I won’t hold my breath,” she said.
Alysia walked away from the fire to get her supplies and Koko followed behind her silently.
“Uhm, CeeCee?” she asked, and Alysia turned around, surprised to find her alone.
“What’s up, Koko?” she said.
“May I have a word with you, in private?” she asked, and Alysia took her into the office and closed the door.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
“The hunt today. Will it be the four of us? Do you plan to take Jasmine along now that she’s better?”
“What makes you ask, Koko? Are you okay? You’re always the first one ready to go on a run.” Alysia saw that the girl was staring at her feet and seemed embarrassed, and then she saw that Jaime was looming around outside. “Oh,” she said quietly. She rubbed her chin. “You want to volunteer to be one of the members staying this time, am I correct?”
“Not unless you need me, Alysia. I am for the cause first! Jasmine should stay with me to give her time to recuperate, and you will need no-one’s help, not with the state of the lost after your fight.” Koko said all of this without looking up.
“I remember when you didn’t like me, Koko, you remember that?” Koko shook her head at the accusation, but Alysia merely laughed. “No, I’m not trying to make you feel bad, Koko, it’s okay. I’m just so amazed by how far we’ve come in the span of time, and for you to care what I think. Look, you’re your own woman, and you can decide whatever you wish. I’m merely a sister of the Bloody Garot, a free warrior, just like you, Isobel, and Jazz.”
“How come Jazz gets a new name and not the rest of us?” Koko asked, finally looking up at Alysia. “Is it because she has the brown skin like you do, CeeCee? Do you feel a kinship with her beyond myself and Isobel?”
“Koko, if you weren’t an innocent, half-demon girl, I would be so mad at you for even suggesting that I am some sort of racist. I made up ‘Jazz’ because she was hurt and I wanted to be affectionate. But—wait a minute. Is that what Isobel is being so huffy about?” Alysia asked, crossing her arms defensively as she did.
“Yes. She knew you first. She is upset that you don’t love her enough to give her a name, but Jasmine was given one, and more of your attention.”
Alysia sighed and threw up her hands in frustration. She had wanted to dole out nicknames, but they were so weird and questioning of her human idiosyncrasies that she had delayed it in order to ease them into it.
“Alright, from now on Isobel is Izzy to us. She is our Izzy, you got it?”
“Izzy. I really, really like it! What’s mine?” Koko asked, and Alysia balked because what could be shorter than a four-letter name?
“Hmm, how about we call you Kay? Short for the first letter in your name.” She watched the girl’s face intently, to see if she would have to think of something else.
“Kay!” Koko repeated loudly, and it was so strange and awkward that Alysia felt embarrassed for her.
“Okay … Kay, you can be one of the people left behind to tend to camp. It will be me, Izzy, and probably my dad. We can go find the lost and send it home, and then we will come back and tell you all about it.”
The girl bowed deeply, spun around and then ran out of the room. Alysia watched as Jaime joined her from the corner where he was waiting, and he seemed overly excited when she told him the good news. Post-apocalyptic love, how sweet, Alysia thought to herself. Then she turned around and went back to packing her things for the long road ahead.
~ * ~ * ~
The world was so far gone that it looked like another planet. Alysia wondered if they went past New York harbor if she would find the Statue of Liberty, toppled over and desecrated. Why wouldn’t it be? It was the cliché symbol for the fall of humanity, wasn’t it? There would be the arm, still holding the torch as if it were the last glimmer of hope in their living hell, and the head would lay next to it, the body … missing.
She had taken Isobel with her to hunt the monster, but when they were a few blocks away from their hideout, James and Tracy caught up with them. With the full human couple bringing up the rear of their hunting party, they could only move a couple of hours before taking a break. Alysia was annoyed at her father for forcing himself on the hunt, but she couldn’t find a way to object respectfully.
When they had traveled for about four hours and stopped on a bridge, Tracy came over to her and sat down next to her.
“Where do you suppose everyone went?” she asked, and Alysia closed her eyes, annoyed.
“Heaven, hell, I don’t know, Tracy. Maybe they all got turned into demons and moved their party underground.”
“Yup, you’re still sore with me. Alysia, I am sorry, okay? I am sorry that I fell in love with your father during what had to be the most traumatic period of your life. I’m sorry. But, we’re here now, here at this juncture where we don’t even know if we’re the last human beings left on earth. So for the sake of survival, can you please just forgive us?” she asked.
Alysia opened up her eyes and stared at the redheaded beauty. She couldn’t believe that there was a time when she was a beat cop. Now she was a survivor. And a man-stealing victim at that, she thought. But she was right: they only had each other.
“There had better be more survivors out in the world than us,” Alysia said, pulling open a bottle of water and taking a drink before handing it to Tracy.
“Yeah, it would be sad if we’re all that’s left,” Tracy began.
“No, it’s not really that – I mean yeah, I’m concerned for humanity, that’s a given. But, if we’re all that’s left, that makes Jaime the only eligible bachelor for me to repopulate the earth,” she said.
“You could do much worse, girl,” Tracy said, winking at her and handing back the bottle while shifting a lock of hair out of her eye.
“I see. So you want to violate him next, huh?” Alysia quipped.
“Oh, oh, that— I see, so we’re back on that again, huh? Me and your dad. Look, make all the jokes you want if it makes things easier between us, but all I’m saying is that Jaime is a good guy. He’s extremely nice. Immature as hell and a total pain, but he’s nice, and he likes you. Sometimes I wonder if you stay blind on purpose in order to not acknowledge that you like him too.”
Alysia stared at Tracy for a time, unable to say how she really felt about her. She shook her head and got up to her feet, then stared out at the water as it drifted calmly below the bridge. “You don’t know anything,” she finally said. “You’re a good fighter, and an impressive chick, but you don’t know how I feel about Jaime. Plus, if I’m blind, I don’t know what to call you. Isn’t it obvious that he’s into something with Koko?”
Tracy chuckled and then stood up and walked up next to her. “Yeah, but how does that make you feel?” she asked.
“It makes me feel like, hmm, you know, Tracy. It makes me feel like I have much more important things to do than worry about who a b
oy has his eyes on. Can we drop the tired topic? If you’re trying to offer an olive branch, you sure have a strange way of going about it.”
“Okay, okay, I’ll drop it. My mistake. So, this wounded beasty that we’re hunting. How far could it have gone?”
“It’s close,” Alysia said. “Isobel ran ahead a few hours ago, and she saw it sleeping amidst the rubble on the other side. I want to catch it when it isn’t ready for me; that way I can just take care of it and we can go back.”
They hung out for another fifteen minutes before Tracy went back to retrieve James. He and Isobel had decided to run reconnaissance on a dark tunnel that they passed on the way to the bridge.
“Hi CeeCee!” Isobel said when she reunited with the party.
“Hey there, Izzy. Did you guys find anything interesting in the cave?” she replied, trying her best to match Isobel’s excitement.
Isobel lifted her sword to show the black ichor that stained its blade, and Alysia looked past her quickly to make sure that her father was all right.
“So the demons did move underground,” she said out loud, and Isobel shrugged while James nodded.
“Masses of them, hanging out in the dark as if they’re waiting on something,” he said, and Alysia felt uneasy when he said it.
“Isobel, you’ve been through something like this with the lost. Do they always behave this way when they invade?” she asked.
Isobel shrugged again. “When Chaos Lord took me, it was very early in their invasion, CeeCee. Dibolosa was able to stop the lost before it got to this point,” she said.
“Let us not forget that we lost thirty years in that subway tunnel,” Tracy added. Her voice had dropped to the point where it was almost a whisper and they all stood silent, reflecting on what it meant.
“Doesn’t seem fair, does it?” Alysia said after a time. “Well, the most we can do is play it forward, so let’s go find this thing and put an end to its terror.”
They ran across the bridge at a brisk pace until they got to a roundabout bordered by high arches. The demon was seated beneath one of them. His back was turned and it looked as if he was asleep.
