The Devil's Only Friend
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“You fool,” said Nathan’s body. “You insignificant, asinine fool! I’ve offered you power! I’ve offered you a seat on my own right hand! And you throw that all a—” He stopped suddenly, his brow creasing sharply in an expression of concern. His chest was roiling, the poisoned heart already absorbed into his body. Spreading the poison as fast as he could heal it. “What have you done?”
“Kind of fitting that Nathan should be the one to kill you,” I said. “He’s the one who helped me to figure out how you work.” He fell to one knee, clutching at his chest. “And that means I know how to make you stop working.”
He dropped his other leg, sagging on both knees. “I…” Nathan’s voice was thin and desperate. “I am invincible!”
“Obviously not,” I said. I took a step toward him. “You need hearts to sustain you, just like Elijah needed memories. You can’t live without them. And your regeneration won’t work right if you’re drawing your power from a poisoned heart.”
“I have lived ten thousand years,” said the voice, and there was almost a whine in it now, a petulant scream of a spoiled child. “I will not die here, like this, like nothing! I will have the death of a god!”
He was practically lying down now. I walked closer, stooping to pick up Potash’s machete, testing the weight, feeling the handle firm in my hand. “This is the other big difference between you and me,” I said. “If I want something dead, I kill it. No pointless monologuing.”
He started to speak, and I cut off his head.
“Ssssssssssssss,” said Nathan’s mouth, dead in midsound, and then it went slack. Rack’s skin spit and popped like a pot of hot tar, and his body dissolved into ash.
* * *
We took Elijah’s car to my apartment, where I peeled off my bloody clothes and piled them in the sink. I took a hot shower, scrubbing the rest of the blood away, and when I came out Brooke had changed into some of my clothes. She was sitting on the floor scratching Boy Dog behind the ears, whispering to him in a language I’d never heard before. I got dressed, too, and filled my backpack with all the food and water I could carry.
I didn’t have much to leave behind. I packed another few sets of clothes and all my cash, and then looked through Potash’s duffel for any cash he might have been hiding. True to his word, there were no weapons, but I found a stash of small bills and documents and addresses—his “go bag,” I assumed, for if he ever had to disappear. He’d lived in the darkness his whole life, and being on our team hadn’t changed that. The passports with his name and face were useless to us, but I took the rest.
It was nearly 5:00 A.M. and the city would be waking up soon. Most of the night’s horrors would be new to them—the slaughter in The Corners, the devastation of the police force, even the inexplicable double homicide at the mortuary—but the worst horrors were gone now. Rack was dead, and the man who’d helped him. The killers who’d stalked this town for months were done forever. And now the Demon Girl and the Murder Boy were leaving as well.
What did I do that I didn’t have to do? That was always the question. Figure out what we choose when we’re free to choose anything, and you’ll know who we really are. I saved Brooke when I could have run. I chose to be hurt when I could have chosen to never be hurt again. I was a killer, cold-blooded and ruthless, but I was a hero, too. Or at least I was trying to be.
Elijah’s car was damaged from Rack’s rage, so we took mine instead. Brooke climbed in the passenger seat, and Boy Dog in the back, and we drove for three hours before the winter sun finally peeked up behind the horizon.
“I love you, John,” said Brooke. Or maybe it was Nobody. I kept my eyes on the road.
“Rack said he had people to meet,” I told her. “Let’s see if we can find them.”
About the Author
DAN WELLS lives in North Salt Lake, Utah, with his wife, Dawn, and their five children. He is the author of three previous novels about John Wayne Cleaver, as well as The Hollow City and the popular Partials Sequence of young adult books. Visit him at www.thedanwells.com. Or sign up for email updates here.
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Contents
Title Page
Copyright Notice
Epigraph
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
About the Author
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Copyright
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
THE DEVIL’S ONLY FRIEND
Copyright © 2015 by Dan Wells
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First Edition: June 2015