Nightside 02 - Agents of Light and Darkness

horribly, half her face a horror show.
    I stepped forward and hit her once, breaking her neck. She was dead before she hit the floor.
    I leaned over her and grabbed the werewolf pelt. It started to come apart in my hands, but I thought it would hold together long enough for what I had in mind. I looked around for Walker, but he was gone. Presumably in search of reinforcements. I knelt down beside Suzie. She was lying ominously still, scarcely even breathing. I pushed her guts back into the tear in her stomach, then held the werewolf pelt over the gaping wound. I crushed the pelt with both hands, wringing the last of its blood out of the pelt so that it dripped into the open wound. Werewolf blood, with all its regenerative properties. For a moment I couldn’t breathe, then the edges of Suzie’s wound slowly crept together, and vanished, as though it had never been there at all.
    The pelt crumbled and fell apart, and I threw it away. It had done its job. I sat Suzie up again and cradled her in my arms, rocking her slowly back and forth. Her breathing became stronger, and more regular, and suddenly her eyes snapped open, wide and questioning. For a moment she just breathed steadily, as though it was a new thing and not to be trusted, and then her bloody hands went to her stomach, where the wound had been. Finding nothing, she looked at the unmarked flesh for a while. Then she smiled tremulously and turned her head back to look at me. I nodded and smiled, and she smiled back.
    She slowly raised one hand and touched my face with her fingertips. I sat very still, afraid to do anything that might break the moment. Her fingertips moved slowly, hesitantly, across my cheek, my lips, delicate as the breath of a butterfly’s wing. And then she pushed herself away from me, almost throwing me away. She knelt on all fours, with her back to me, breathing heavily and shaking her head back and forth.
    “Suzie…” I said.
    “No. I can’t do this!” she said, in a voice so harsh it must have hurt her throat. “I can’t . Not even with you.”
    “It’s all right,” I said.
    “No it isn’t! It’ll never be all right. No matter how many times I kill him.”
    She rose unsteadily to her feet, looked around for her shotgun, and snatched it up from the floor. And then she shot Belle in the face three times, until there was hardly anything left above the neck.
    “Just in case,” said Suzie. “Besides, look what the bitch did to my best jacket.”
    I got to my feet and looked at her resolutely turned back, and for once in my life I didn’t have a damned clue what to say. There was the sound of hurrying fee outside in the corridor, and Suzie and I both turned quickly to face the door. I think right then both of us would have been happy to see Walker with reinforcements. We could have used something to hit. But it was only Razor Eddie, appearing abruptly in the open doorway with his pearl-handled straight razor in his hand. He saw Belle’s body, and relaxed a little.
    “Where the hell were you?” said Suzie, lowering her shotgun.
    “It will take more than a three-storey drop to kill me,” said Eddie, in his pale ghostly voice. “But there’s a limit to how fast even I can take three flights of stairs. Still, you seemed to have coped quite well in my absence. Where’s Walker?”
    “He made himself scarce when the trouble started,” I said. “No doubt he’ll soon return, with backup.”
    “Someone’s coming,” said Eddie. “I can feel it. Someone’s coming, but it isn’t Walker.”
    And we all looked round sharply as we suddenly realized we weren’t alone in the office any more. Standing by the desk was a grey man in a grey suit. Up close, even his face looked grey. The angels had found me.
    “Get out of here, John,” said Razor Eddie. “There are more coming. Lots of them.” He moved forward to put himself between the angel and Suzie and me. “Move! I’ll hold them off.”
    He raised his left hand, and in it was the Speaking Gun, poisoning the air with its presence. The angel began to glow, a light so bright it seemed to come from another place entirely. Suzie and I ran for the open door. We clattered down the stairs at full speed, a terrible pressure building on the air behind us. It felt like a storm was coming. It felt like thunder in the blood, and lightning in the soul. We hit the lobby together and kept running. And from far away and close at hand, we heard the awful sound of a single backwards