Every Other Day
Page 29
Here, snakey, snakey, snakey, I thought.
There was a hiss and then a thump as it fell onto the concrete behind me.
“That’s right,” I said softly, tracking its movement in the remaining mirrors. “Come to Kali.”
The creature pulled back, holding itself aloft, swaying. Short arms, capped off by gray, gnarled hands, grew out of its snakelike body. It moved its fingers as it swayed, and its lips parted, revealing pearl-white fangs. I could smell the blood on them, smell this thing’s last meal.
I waited. One second, two, three, four—the beast surged forward. With one last glance in the mirror, I spun, eyes closed, burying a glass shard in one glittering red eye.
The basilisk screamed—an ugly, all-too-human sound—and lashed out with its tail, knocking me back into one of the mirrors. My head hit the glass with a sickening thunk, but I didn’t open my eyes.
Didn’t wince.
I smiled.
Fangs the size of my index finger struck, burying themselves in my torso and ripping through my flesh. The venom should have burned like fire. It should have brought me to my knees—but it didn’t. Blood bubbled out of the puncture holes, and I felt a light breeze against my face as the basilisk pulled back and moved to strike again.
I rolled sideways, turning my head away from the creature’s lethal gaze before opening my eyes and angling the remaining glass shard in my hand to give me a better view of its motion. The serpent looked long and skinny—clownish—in this lying little piece of glass. My blood dripped off its fangs.
It wobbled, snarled, reached for me with ghastly hands—
Too slow.
“You poison me,” I said, driving my arm backward, aiming the shard at its one remaining eye. “I poison you. Karma’s a bitch.”
It came for me again, but I turned, driving the shard back into its skull, obliterating the eye and, with it, the basilisk’s biggest weapon. Opening my own eyes, I stared it right in the bleeding face. It began shaking, bucking wildly, hissing-screaming.
I brought my hand to the small of my back, withdrew the knife. Glancing down at the puncture holes in my side, I saw that they were already healing—an angry purple-black color giving way to the pink of baby-fresh skin.
Moving impossibly fast, I was beside the basilisk in an instant. I tackled it, pinning the top half of its body to the ground, dodging its tail as it slammed down with enough force to shatter the concrete. With a final, gurgling hiss, the basilisk opened its mouth to strike again. I shoved the knife into its open mouth, ignoring the fangs and driving the blade back into its brain.
Dizzy, I pulled myself to my feet and let go of my prey. I stumbled backward. It swayed. It gargled.
It went down. Hard.
My chest rose and fell as I watched the basilisk’s life fizzle out in front of me. After it stopped moving, I paced forward, examining its corpse. In the four years I’d been hunting, I’d only seen one other basilisk—and this one was easily twice its size. If I’d looked it in the eye, even once, it might have had me.
If I hadn’t been so strong, so fast—if my wounds hadn’t started healing, if the venom coursing through my veins even now had been as fatal to me as my blood was to it—I’d be dead.
I retrieved my knife, shoving the thing’s massive head to one side. “Not today.”
I waited for the release that usually came from hunting, but it didn’t come. The air was thick with the smell of blood—the monster’s, mine. I could feel it, taste it.
I wanted it.
That’s not you, Kali. That’s the Nibbler.
I barely heard Zev’s words, barely registered the fact that he was back, that whatever the men in masks had been doing to him, it was over now. I was too focused on the present to process. I’d hunted. I’d killed. And now, the only thing left was a burning, incessant hunger.
Thirst.
I could feel the lines of gold on my body pulsating, rearranging themselves. I could feel the ouroboros heating up. It didn’t hurt—but I felt it.
I felt it everywhere.
Hungry. Thirsty. Perfect, blessed heat.
Giving into the urge, I brought my knife up, even with my face. I turned it sideways, watching the basilisk’s black-red blood drip down onto the concrete, one drop at a time.
I brought the blade to my lips.
I opened my mouth.
And I fed.
Nineteen hours and twenty-nine minutes.
It was barely eleven thirty in the morning, and I was already on my third set of clothes for the day.
This time, I didn’t need Zev to tell me to burn my old ones. I took another shower, too—as much to rid myself of the memory of what I’d just done as to wash my body clean of blood. Though my wounds were well on their way to healing completely, I bandaged my side before slipping on shirt number three and a pair of my own jeans.
I wondered how long it would be before someone found the basilisk and called the police—and then I wondered how exactly Water World had come to play host to a creature that was native to climates far drier and more brutal than ours.
More than that, though, I wondered if I’d ever forget the way its blood had tasted—bitter, like cocoa powder, with just a hint of sour milk.
Human blood tastes better, Zev said, right on cue.
I chose to ignore that comment, and focused instead on the fact that Zev was alive and seemingly well.
“So,” I said, knowing that I didn’t need to speak out loud, but doing so, anyway, because it made his presence feel less intimate, less intrusive. “Chimera Biomedical.”
I couldn’t say more than that without sounding flippant or sad, so I stopped.
Chimera Biomedical is not your concern, Kali. I’m more than capable of taking care of myself.
I pictured the cement cell, the men in masks.
“So you’re enjoying their hospitality?”
Zev snorted. I got stupid. They got lucky. Right now, the odds are stacked in their favor. That won’t always be the case.
I dragged my fingertips through my wet hair, combing out the tangles and trying not to think about what, exactly, Zev might do once he got the upper hand. “How long have you been there?”
There was a long pause, and I could practically feel Zev deciding whether or not to tell me the truth.
Two years.
I literally stopped breathing.
It’s not such a long time, Zev said, his voice meditative and soft, for someone like us.
I couldn’t help the way that last word echoed through my own thoughts.
There was an us.
I’d never had that, never known for a fact that I wasn’t one of a kind.
“I’m going to get you out,” I said, my throat dry and my eyes tearing up. “You know that, right? I can’t just leave you there. I’m going to get you out.”
That’s not a good idea, he said sharply, each word more implacable than the last. There’s a lot about this place you don’t know. You can’t win, Kali, and you shouldn’t try.
“Wanna bet?” I asked, matching the steel in his tone with some of my own.
Zev paused, and when he finally replied, his words were deliberate, like he was used to doling out cruelty in measured doses.
You’re young, Kali, and you’re inexperienced, and if yesterday was any indication, you have an Achilles’ heel that I do not. Don’t let your Nibbler fool you into thinking you’re something you are not.
Zev’s words hit their target. In another twenty hours, I’d be human again—basilisk bait, breakable, a normal teenage girl. If Chimera caught me and put me in one of their little cells, I wouldn’t hold up nearly as well as Zev had.
I wouldn’t last two years.
I shoved my hands into the pockets of my jeans, staring myself down in the mirror. “I guess that means that whatever I’m going to do, I need to do it quick.”
Zev must have sensed that arguing was useless, because he stopped trying to tell me what to do. Good. Maybe I’d actually managed to keep him from realizing exactly how hard that last comment of his had hit me.
I’d only had a couple of seconds to marvel at the fact that there was someone else out there like me before that someone else had turned around and reminded me that even to our kind—his kind—I wasn’t quite right.
There was a hiss and then a thump as it fell onto the concrete behind me.
“That’s right,” I said softly, tracking its movement in the remaining mirrors. “Come to Kali.”
The creature pulled back, holding itself aloft, swaying. Short arms, capped off by gray, gnarled hands, grew out of its snakelike body. It moved its fingers as it swayed, and its lips parted, revealing pearl-white fangs. I could smell the blood on them, smell this thing’s last meal.
I waited. One second, two, three, four—the beast surged forward. With one last glance in the mirror, I spun, eyes closed, burying a glass shard in one glittering red eye.
The basilisk screamed—an ugly, all-too-human sound—and lashed out with its tail, knocking me back into one of the mirrors. My head hit the glass with a sickening thunk, but I didn’t open my eyes.
Didn’t wince.
I smiled.
Fangs the size of my index finger struck, burying themselves in my torso and ripping through my flesh. The venom should have burned like fire. It should have brought me to my knees—but it didn’t. Blood bubbled out of the puncture holes, and I felt a light breeze against my face as the basilisk pulled back and moved to strike again.
I rolled sideways, turning my head away from the creature’s lethal gaze before opening my eyes and angling the remaining glass shard in my hand to give me a better view of its motion. The serpent looked long and skinny—clownish—in this lying little piece of glass. My blood dripped off its fangs.
It wobbled, snarled, reached for me with ghastly hands—
Too slow.
“You poison me,” I said, driving my arm backward, aiming the shard at its one remaining eye. “I poison you. Karma’s a bitch.”
It came for me again, but I turned, driving the shard back into its skull, obliterating the eye and, with it, the basilisk’s biggest weapon. Opening my own eyes, I stared it right in the bleeding face. It began shaking, bucking wildly, hissing-screaming.
I brought my hand to the small of my back, withdrew the knife. Glancing down at the puncture holes in my side, I saw that they were already healing—an angry purple-black color giving way to the pink of baby-fresh skin.
Moving impossibly fast, I was beside the basilisk in an instant. I tackled it, pinning the top half of its body to the ground, dodging its tail as it slammed down with enough force to shatter the concrete. With a final, gurgling hiss, the basilisk opened its mouth to strike again. I shoved the knife into its open mouth, ignoring the fangs and driving the blade back into its brain.
Dizzy, I pulled myself to my feet and let go of my prey. I stumbled backward. It swayed. It gargled.
It went down. Hard.
My chest rose and fell as I watched the basilisk’s life fizzle out in front of me. After it stopped moving, I paced forward, examining its corpse. In the four years I’d been hunting, I’d only seen one other basilisk—and this one was easily twice its size. If I’d looked it in the eye, even once, it might have had me.
If I hadn’t been so strong, so fast—if my wounds hadn’t started healing, if the venom coursing through my veins even now had been as fatal to me as my blood was to it—I’d be dead.
I retrieved my knife, shoving the thing’s massive head to one side. “Not today.”
I waited for the release that usually came from hunting, but it didn’t come. The air was thick with the smell of blood—the monster’s, mine. I could feel it, taste it.
I wanted it.
That’s not you, Kali. That’s the Nibbler.
I barely heard Zev’s words, barely registered the fact that he was back, that whatever the men in masks had been doing to him, it was over now. I was too focused on the present to process. I’d hunted. I’d killed. And now, the only thing left was a burning, incessant hunger.
Thirst.
I could feel the lines of gold on my body pulsating, rearranging themselves. I could feel the ouroboros heating up. It didn’t hurt—but I felt it.
I felt it everywhere.
Hungry. Thirsty. Perfect, blessed heat.
Giving into the urge, I brought my knife up, even with my face. I turned it sideways, watching the basilisk’s black-red blood drip down onto the concrete, one drop at a time.
I brought the blade to my lips.
I opened my mouth.
And I fed.
Nineteen hours and twenty-nine minutes.
It was barely eleven thirty in the morning, and I was already on my third set of clothes for the day.
This time, I didn’t need Zev to tell me to burn my old ones. I took another shower, too—as much to rid myself of the memory of what I’d just done as to wash my body clean of blood. Though my wounds were well on their way to healing completely, I bandaged my side before slipping on shirt number three and a pair of my own jeans.
I wondered how long it would be before someone found the basilisk and called the police—and then I wondered how exactly Water World had come to play host to a creature that was native to climates far drier and more brutal than ours.
More than that, though, I wondered if I’d ever forget the way its blood had tasted—bitter, like cocoa powder, with just a hint of sour milk.
Human blood tastes better, Zev said, right on cue.
I chose to ignore that comment, and focused instead on the fact that Zev was alive and seemingly well.
“So,” I said, knowing that I didn’t need to speak out loud, but doing so, anyway, because it made his presence feel less intimate, less intrusive. “Chimera Biomedical.”
I couldn’t say more than that without sounding flippant or sad, so I stopped.
Chimera Biomedical is not your concern, Kali. I’m more than capable of taking care of myself.
I pictured the cement cell, the men in masks.
“So you’re enjoying their hospitality?”
Zev snorted. I got stupid. They got lucky. Right now, the odds are stacked in their favor. That won’t always be the case.
I dragged my fingertips through my wet hair, combing out the tangles and trying not to think about what, exactly, Zev might do once he got the upper hand. “How long have you been there?”
There was a long pause, and I could practically feel Zev deciding whether or not to tell me the truth.
Two years.
I literally stopped breathing.
It’s not such a long time, Zev said, his voice meditative and soft, for someone like us.
I couldn’t help the way that last word echoed through my own thoughts.
There was an us.
I’d never had that, never known for a fact that I wasn’t one of a kind.
“I’m going to get you out,” I said, my throat dry and my eyes tearing up. “You know that, right? I can’t just leave you there. I’m going to get you out.”
That’s not a good idea, he said sharply, each word more implacable than the last. There’s a lot about this place you don’t know. You can’t win, Kali, and you shouldn’t try.
“Wanna bet?” I asked, matching the steel in his tone with some of my own.
Zev paused, and when he finally replied, his words were deliberate, like he was used to doling out cruelty in measured doses.
You’re young, Kali, and you’re inexperienced, and if yesterday was any indication, you have an Achilles’ heel that I do not. Don’t let your Nibbler fool you into thinking you’re something you are not.
Zev’s words hit their target. In another twenty hours, I’d be human again—basilisk bait, breakable, a normal teenage girl. If Chimera caught me and put me in one of their little cells, I wouldn’t hold up nearly as well as Zev had.
I wouldn’t last two years.
I shoved my hands into the pockets of my jeans, staring myself down in the mirror. “I guess that means that whatever I’m going to do, I need to do it quick.”
Zev must have sensed that arguing was useless, because he stopped trying to tell me what to do. Good. Maybe I’d actually managed to keep him from realizing exactly how hard that last comment of his had hit me.
I’d only had a couple of seconds to marvel at the fact that there was someone else out there like me before that someone else had turned around and reminded me that even to our kind—his kind—I wasn’t quite right.
