Olivia Lawson Techno-Shaman Books 1 -3

by Green, M. Terry

“Sorry,” Carmen said to Livvy. “You were right. That was difficult.”

  “There is no ziggurat in the Underworld,” said Wan-li.

  SK looked over at her. She was already standing up and smoothing her silk dress but she was sweating.

  “Goodness,” said Alvina quietly, running a hand back through her short hair. “I would have to agree.” She inhaled deeply and slowly blew out. The glow of the flickering candles softened her ancient features and made it seem like her eyes were dancing.

  “Ursula agrees also.” She stood and stretched her arms to the ceiling, making her look taller than she already was. She looked down at the box and all the wires in the center of their circle. “That thing really works.”

  “Yes,” agreed Carmen, nodding, staring at it. “Maybe it does.”

  Finally Livvy sat up, but she was slumping.

  “Lightning,” said Wan-li to SK. “You might have said something, yes?”

  “Not my place,” he said, getting up. “As you know.”

  “Be thou as lightning,” said Sunny as she stood up.

  Wan-li looked at her with upraised eyebrows, waiting.

  “That was the Bard,” said Sunny, shrugging. “I was an English major.”

  SK continued watching Livvy. As the rest of the shamans stood up, Livvy remained seated on her mat. He came over to her and held out a bottle of water.

  “You need to rest.”

  She took the water from him. “Yeah,” she managed to say before she took a sip.

  The other shamans were finding their bottles of water or mugs of cold tea and drinking in the kitchen. They were quiet, still processing what they had done. As far as he knew, no shamans had ever done anything like this before.

  “Maybe it is in the Middleworld?” said Carmen, almost inaudible.

  “The ziggurat?” asked Alvina.

  “Sorry,” said Carmen. “We haven’t looked there yet.”

  “Well, it’s not in the Underworld, that is a certainty. Not when you can see from horizon to horizon,” said Ursula, as she looked at the open books spread out on the kitchen counter.

  She put her finger down on one. It was an etching based on a cylinder seal, and it showed a spiral, multi-level tower that went up into the clouds.

  “I don’t think this could have been missed,” Ursula said, tapping the book.

  “Or it is in the Upperworld,” said Wan-li.

  As a group, they seemed to stop breathing.

  “Yes, it is not a pleasant idea,” she said. “But if it is not in the Underworld or the Middleworld, there is nowhere else for it to be.”

  “We don’t know that it’s not in the Middleworld yet,” said Sunny.

  “We don’t know if it’s a ziggurat,” said Carmen. “Sorry.”

  “First, it can not be in the Underworld,” said Wan-li, nearly sneering. “Then it might not be a ziggurat. It is a bit early for excuses, yes?”

  “Excuses?” said Ursula, her voice tense. “How is it you’re so sure, after one short visit, that you know where one of the most ancient of spirits is to be found?”

  “I sense it,” said Wan-li, striking just the wrong imperious tone.

  “That might work with your employees, but it doesn’t work with Ursula.”

  “Now, friends,” said Alvina, calmly. “We need to be thorough but we don’t want to waste time. We at least need to check out the Middleworld.”

  Carmen nodded in agreement, her hand at her mouth, apparently upset about the tension in the room.

  Wan-li shook her head. “He will be in the Upperworld,” she said. “And to get to the Upperworld…” She looked down at Livvy, as did everyone else.

  Livvy sat up straighter. “Lightning would be best,” she said.

  The Upperworld wasn’t accessed by descending through the dark water of the lake–quite the opposite, in fact. It was in the sky. There was no spirit helper better suited to the Upperworld than lightning.

  “Have you ever been there, dear?” asked Alvina.

  “No!” said Livvy. “I mean, of course, I’ve never even tried.”

  SK had rarely heard mention of the Upperworld. If shamans didn’t like to talk about their spirit helpers, they were loath to mention the Upperworld. As far as he’d ever heard, shamans weren’t particularly welcome there.

  “Are we really at that stage yet?” asked Sunny. “Seriously? Before we’ve even checked out the Middleworld, after one little trip to the Underworld, you want to talk about the Upperworld? You cannot be serious.”

  “She’s right,” said Ursula. “We need to make sure that the Upperworld is our last option.”

  “Sorry, I think so too,” said Carmen.

  Wan-li threw her hands in the air and shook her head as she looked at SK, but he knew better than to say anything. Instead he looked down at Livvy, who still hadn’t gotten up. He squatted down in front of her.

  “Why don’t you lie down,” he said.

  “No, I’m all right,” she said, although she didn’t try to stand. “Just tired.”

  Carmen came over and touched the back of her hand to Livvy’s forehead. Her eyebrows furrowed. “Keep drinking,” she said.

  No ‘sorry’, SK noticed. Livvy took a long drink.

  “Is there ice here?” Carmen asked SK, but Sunny was already checking the freezer.

  “There are trays in here,” she said, reaching in for one. She grabbed a dishtowel and emptied the tray into it.

  “Lay down,” said Carmen.

  SK took the water from Livvy as she obeyed. Sunny handed the dishtowel full of ice to Carmen, and she rested it lightly on Livvy’s forehead.

  “When was the last time you ate?”

  “I don’t know,” said Livvy slowly, her eyes closed. “I don’t remember.”

  Carmen rubbed the ice down each of her arms and then brought it back to her forehead. Livvy opened her eyes and was about to say something.

  “Not now,” said Carmen. “Close your eyes.”

  In moments, Livvy lay still and her breathing had become regular.

  “Is she all right?” asked SK, his worried look fixed on Carmen now.

  The other shamans waited for the answer as well.

  “Just tired,” whispered Carmen. “Very tired.”

  Carmen got up and motioned SK to follow her.

  As they joined the group she said, “Sorry, she needs to sleep.”

  “We need to move forward, yes?” insisted Wan-li, but lowly, so as not to wake Livvy.

  “Friends,” said Alvina quietly but firmly, looking directly at Wan-li. “I think Ursula is right. We need to check out the Middleworld before we do anything else.”

  Wan-li crossed her arms in front of herself. All eyes were on her, as she looked around the circle. Then she grimaced. “Yes,” she finally conceded. “Then let us do it quickly.”

  “Fine,” said Ursula.

  “Anybody need a break?” asked Alvina.

  They all shook their heads.

  “Are you going to go over without Livvy?” asked SK.

  As a group they turned to look at her. “Yes,” they whispered in unison.

  “Lightning may be her spirit helper,” said Wan-li. “But she is too young to have enough stamina. In time, that will change, yes?”

  “We’ve seen the Underworld now,” Alvina said to him. “And we know what to watch out for.” She looked at Sunny and gave a little smile. “Well, most of us know.”

  “I know what to listen for,” protested Sunny, though she smiled. “I’m ready when you are.”

  Ursula went back to the mats and sat down on hers. Wan-li followed. Carmen looks worried, thought SK, but then again she always looks worried. She and Alvina went to their mats, followed by Sunny. Without another word they lay down, put on their goggles, and were gone.

  CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO

  RELIEVED THAT LIVVY wasn’t with the other shamans in the Multiverse, SK went to the kitchen and found the remains of the Kung Pao beef. Outside, the faintest light was sta
rting to glow in the east and one of the candles was guttering out. Although she was only asleep, Livvy lay as motionless as the other shamans.

  Neither Bruno nor Wan-li’s guards had so much as knocked. They were used to the shaman schedule, or lack of one. They must be hungry, he thought, although he knew he couldn’t leave. As usual, he found himself staring at Livvy. He put the carton of food down, not hungry for a change.

  While she slept, her face was even more beautiful. He couldn’t see the dark circles that always seemed to be there lately. He watched her diaphragm rise and fall. Coming closer, he looked for her jugular and saw it pulsing steadily. He glanced around the circle to make sure everyone was all right.

  They had put a lot of pressure on Livvy. He looked down at her face, which seemed so young. He frowned a little. She was young.

  Wan-li was probably right about the ziggurat. If none of them had ever seen it, then it was a good bet it wasn’t there. Perhaps one of the reasons Wan-li was going along with their search was to give Livvy a chance to rest. Their transition to the Upperworld, if they got to that point, was going to depend on her.

  As he turned away, he heard someone stirring behind him. It was Sunny. He walked around the outside of the circle and looked down at her. She was wincing. As he bent over, Alvina started to move her hands.

  Maybe they’re done, he thought.

  Ursula was also coming back, her breath rising and falling at a faster rate.

  But as he waited, none of them woke up.

  Finally, Wan-li stirred and reached up to her goggles. As she took them off, he could see that she was covered in sweat. She glanced around at the group.

  “Come on,” she urged them. “Come on.”

  Alvina and Ursula seemed to come through at the same moment, both of them breathing hard.

  “What happened?” asked SK.

  At the sound of the voices, Livvy woke up. As she sat up, she realized that everybody else was on their mat. “What’s going on?” she asked.

  “Tiamat,” said Alvina, breathlessly.

  Suddenly, Carmen sat up with her goggles still on, but the limit of the wires made them pop off and land on the floor.

  “Tiamat?” asked Livvy, alarmed, looking around.

  “In the Middleworld,” said Wan-li.

  “Sunny?” said Carmen.

  The group looked over at Carmen and then at Sunny.

  “Sunny?” said Wan-li, standing up.

  A hand flew to her mouth.

  “Oh my gods.”

  As SK stood, he saw what Wan-li was seeing. A dark black burn had appeared on Sunny’s leotard and it was spreading. Rapidly. He ran for the kitchen.

  Carmen shrieked.

  He threw open the cabinet and grabbed the first thing he could find, a frying pan. He filled it with water and rushed back. Everybody was standing now, and Livvy was ripping Sunny’s goggles off. As SK dumped the water on Sunny, it turned to steam, forcing everyone to back away. He went back for more water but not before he saw that Sunny’s eyes were open and rolled back.

  “Sunny!” screamed Alvina.

  When SK turned back around, Sunny was convulsing and a fire was erupting from her middle. The front door burst open and Wan-li’s guards ran into the room. The fire roared and the flames approached the ceiling. The heat was like a shock wave forcing everyone back, while they tried to shield their faces.

  A fire alarm went off in the hallway. SK grabbed Livvy and pushed her toward the door. The guards had grabbed Wan-li and were pulling her through into the hallway as Bruno came crashing toward them. Everyone pressed up against the walls as he barreled past. In moments, he was out and he and Ursula were helping Carmen and Alvina.

  Doors in the hallway started to open as the fire alarm blared.

  “Fire!” someone screamed.

  Light and smoke were coming out of Livvy’s apartment as everybody ran for the stairs. Several of the apartment dwellers had gone back for shoes and wallets but not a change of clothes. They scurried by in their pajamas, robes, and slippers. By the time they got to the stairwell, it was packed, but they finally reached the bottom and threw the door open, spilling into the lobby.

  SK was in front of Livvy now, and he felt her hands on his shoulders, her fingers digging in as the crowd surge carried them forward. If he stumbled, he’d be trampled. He was already close to being crushed, but Livvy hung on. He couldn’t see where they were headed, but soon they were outside the building and then on the sidewalk.

  A siren was coming down the street, and people were yelling and pointing. As he turned to Livvy, she grabbed her chest. He looked in the crowd and caught a glimpse of Bruno nearly carrying Ursula to the curb. She was also grabbing her chest and gasping. Suddenly, firemen were running past them into the building. In the chaos, no one realized that five shamans were feeling the death of the sixth.

  CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE

  “SHE JUST BURST into flames,” said SK, for probably the fifth time. “I was standing there watching.”

  “No cigarettes, no freebasing, no alcohol,” said the policeman with the clipboard.

  The firemen had nearly finished repacking the hose, which they had never needed to use. A fire extinguisher was all that had been needed. In fact, the landlord had put out the fire.

  “She just burst into flames,” said the policeman.

  “Yes, she just burst into flames.”

  Bruno had pulled Ursula’s car to the corner, and she and Carmen waited inside. Wan-li’s people had done the same thing, and she and Alvina were sitting in her car. The police and an investigator from the fire department were questioning all of them in turn.

  Livvy was leaning against the low cinder block wall of the wrought iron fence, talking to the fire department investigator.

  SK had originally thought about lying about what had happened. Saying that it was the candles or lighter fluid or something. But why? Why lie? The fire department would probably be able to tell exactly what had happened. There’d be no trace of combustibles except for the candles.

  A paramedic truck pulled up and double-parked next to the one that had already been there for about an hour. Everybody in the building had been given a chance to be treated for smoke inhalation or bruises or cuts from the rush to escape. The paramedics were almost finished.

  Two men, a fireman and a paramedic, came down the front steps of the building with a stretcher. A small lump was strapped down under a plastic white covering. The metal gurney snapped down to the ground and they rolled it the rest of the way to the ambulance.

  Then SK saw Joel get out of the truck that had just parked. Joel ran over to Livvy, wrapping her up in a hug that nearly toppled her. SK felt his jaw clenching.

  “Is that right?” said the policeman, loudly.

  SK turned back to him. “Is what right?”

  “Nobody else there saw the beginning of the fire.”

  “That’s right.”

  Now Livvy was crying. Oh no, he thought. Don’t cry Liv, please. She had buried her face in her hands and seemed to be sobbing. Joel was hugging her again.

  “And she just burst into flames?”

  SK turned back to the policeman. “Yes, she burst into big orange flames!” he yelled. “How many times do you want me to say it? She burned up! All right? She spontaneously combusted! There was no lighter fluid. There was no match. There was no cigarette. She burned from the inside out!”

  “Okay, okay,” said the policeman.

  It was mid-morning now and the sidewalk crowds had dispersed. The fire truck gave a short, but loud, pulse of its siren to clear a way through the morning rush hour as it pulled away from the curb. SK looked around and realized that all of the residents had gone back inside after the fire department had given the all clear.

  “Are we done?”

  The policeman looked at the form he’d been filling out, flipping the pages up and down.

  SK looked over to the cars with the shamans. He could see there were discussions going on in
side and that they were getting out and starting to head back to the building.

  “You’ve got my number,” said SK, not waiting for an answer.

  As the group approached, he looked over at Livvy, who had noticed that everybody was heading back to the building.

  As they passed her, she and Joel followed them. They all slowly trudged up the stairs without saying a word. In the hallway, they could see that the door to the apartment was open. A couple of the neighbors were looking inside. As they approached, the neighbors stood back, staring at the strange group.

  The landlord was standing in the living room, staring at the black scorch mark on the floor. The room, and even the hallway, had the stench of burned human flesh. It was sickening.

  “You’re going to pay for this,” yelled the landlord when he saw Livvy. “Look at this.”

  As they moved into the room and surrounded the spot where they had all been laying a few hours ago, they couldn’t help but look.

  Sunny’s mat had crumpled up into half its size and was charred black in the middle. The ends at the head and feet were untouched, except from the smoke that stained them. The carpet was scorched but it hadn’t caught fire. A small black circle of soot, about three feet in diameter, seemed to be painted on the floor.

  “And what the hell is this?” said the landlord, pointing to the spray painted walls. “What in the hell do you–”

  “Get out,” said Wan-li, in that tone that said she was used to being obeyed.

  The landlord stopped and turned around. “Are you talking to me?” he asked.

  Bruno came into the room just then, along with one of Wan-li’s guards.

  “Get out,” Wan-li said, again.

  “I own this building–”

  “Yes, I do not care if you own the city block,” said Wan-li.

  She stood back, as did the others, to make way for him to exit. The only one who didn’t move was Bruno. He was standing next to the door, motioning with one hand toward it. Ursula crossed her arms over her chest. The group was silent, and all eyes stared at the landlord.

  “I’ll have to inspect this,” he said, but his feet seemed to be moving him forward. “I’m going to have to replace the carpet…”