The Witch With No Name
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No! I screamed, wiggling until I hit the ground. Trent pulled me up, and I reached out.
Stop! I screamed as the man on the stage shouted something. The crowd howled, and then I almost passed out as the flash of the gun and the sound of a shot shocked through me.
A wave of sound echoed between the buildings as the mob cried out. I could not breathe, could not believe it as the bound figure fell, dead, on the stage. I. Could. Not. Believe. This.
At least it smells better than the French revolution, Al said at my elbow.
I spun, almost falling until Trent propped me up. My God, I said, touching Al in his new suit and lingering on his red, goat-slitted eyes. Go, I said, shoving him back toward the hotel. Go! Get out of here! Trent has a copter coming. Go!
Its her! someone shouted, and my heart seemed to stop. Its her! Its that demon woman!
Shit, Trent whispered, and I went cold as people in the streets turned, their faces ugly with fear, hatred, and a mad aggression. Rachel
I gasped as someone grabbed me from behind. My leg gave way and I fell. Trent! I screamed, fighting the elbows and hands as I was pulled up and away. Damn it, let me go! I demanded, and then screamed when they twisted my arm behind me, forcing me through the crowd. Agony numbed my leg and I fell, so they picked me up, shoving me from person to person, pinching my arms, pulling my hair, tripping me. I couldnt see, couldnt breathe.
Jenks! I called out. He was gone. I fought to be free but someone punched me in the middle and I bent double, unaware and struggling to breathe until they hauled me up onto the stage.
Terrified, I hung in someones grip, shocked and bleeding as Al landed next to me in a sliding thud. Men kicked him to stay down, and he sat where he was, his new suit torn and his face bloodied. Newt still stood, her expression proud and a little wild as she waited beside me, her hands bound with a plastic bag.
You try anything and Ill shoot you! the man with the gun screamed at us. The bleeding corpse behind him was dragged off, and the crowd carried it away. My gore rose, and I struggled to keep from vomiting. Trent? Where are Trent and Jenks? Jenks couldnt fly. Hed be crushed.
If you have any ideas . . . , Al said, sitting cross-legged with his hands laced behind his head.
No, not really. I pulled my eyes from the slick smear of blood, wondering how many demons theyd killed so far. What the hell kind of an ending was this?
Get up! the man with the gun screamed. I said, get up!
Al stood, his expression far more placid than I wouldve expected. Thank you for our freedom, he said to me as the man with the gun cavorted before us, whipping the crowd up to bolster his own courage. I will never understand why you cared.
I dont like bullies, I said flatly, and Newt smiled. The electric lights caught a glint in her eye, almost anticipatory. I knew she longed for an end, but this was wrong, so wrong.
They will all die! the man screamed. All the demons. Magic is dead, and we will be safe! Safe from the freaks and unholy demons!
They might kill me, but they would damn well listen to me first.
Shut the hell up! I shouted, my voice cutting through the noise as if it was supplemented by magic. The crowd heard me, and in the barest hesitation of their outrage, I added, And get your stinking hands off me!
Adrenaline was a silver ribbon, snapping through me as I plowed my elbow into the man holding me. Weight on my good leg, I spun to break his nose with my elbow, shoving him off the stage and into the crowd.
Al cried out in elation, his expression fearsome as he rose and moved in sharp, decisive motions, flipping the two who held him into the crowd. Like a banshee gone berserk, Newt howled, kicking at everyone who got close. Between them, no one dared try the stage, and in the sudden hush, I realized no one was up here anymore but us, the forgotten gun, and the man who had shot it, now huddling beside a huge amp.
Al paced back and forth, his steps red from stepping in blood. Newt held her hands out to me and I tried to get the plastic knots free. I was beginning to think you might not make it in time, she said dryly.
My heart was pounding, and I couldnt feel my leg. Who was that? I asked, eyes darting to the blood smear. Behind us, the man whod shot him cowered. His hand had bones sticking out, and the gun, now useless to him, lay tauntingly within reach.
Newt glanced at the blood, then rubbed her wrists as the knots came loose. I dont know. He wasnt a demon. Honestly, I was simply enjoying the fountain and he was sitting beside me.
Relief coursed through me, quickly followed by anger. They killed an innocent man because he might have been a demon? I said loudly, then turned to the crowd, slowly realizing what theyd done, what theyd allowed, hell, what theyd encouraged to happen. You killed a man and he wasnt even a demon! I shouted, my voice echoing between the buildings. What is wrong with you people!
Theyre demons! someone shouted, quickly hushed by those nearest her.
Yeah? So what? I shouted back. That didnt go over so well, and the murderous rise of complaint started to gain strength. The crowd, though, was beginning to break up at the back as the I.S. and FIB began to show.
Demons deserve to die! another shouted, and I turned to him, feeling both strong and weak with Newt and Al behind me.
Why, because you say so? I said, fingertips tingling. Maybe, but not on my watch. I warned you. I told you taking the easy way out was a bad idea. Did you listen? No! So youre going to listen to me now!
That went over even better, and small fights were breaking out all over as the Weres tried to get closer to the stage. You need more practice at this, Al said as two men vaulted onto the stage.
Go home! I shouted as Newt waved a cautionary finger at the men. Go home, and pray that I find a way to reinstate the lines in Arizona, or demons without magic will be the least of your problems! You all think that security and peace are born from destroying everything stronger than you? There is no safety. There is no peace but what you make, every day, every second, with every choice.
As if that was the signal, the crowd surged forward, swamping us.
Panic iced through me again, and I slipped on some poor mans blood and went down, almost passing out from the pain as my hip hit the stage. Rache! I heard distantly, and then Id had it.
Enough! I shouted, and a great boom of sound exploded from me. My fingers tingled, and I pulled my head up as men cried out, falling back from the stage, pushed by a glowing ball of silver light. My hair was floating, and I tried to flatten it,but I couldnt stand up, and my hands were sticky. I felt as if I were glowing, and I looked at Al. He had fallen, seeming as shocked as I was. It had been magic, but how?
Oh, you did it now! Newt crowed, kicking that gun under the amp and almost dancing as she lurched to me and hauled me to my feet. Everyone in the square was picking themselves up. It was so quiet you could hear individual people and the whine of a siren.
Mystics? Al said, again at my elbow, but he wasnt talking to me, and Newt nodded.
My heart seemed to both sink and expand. Mystics. I couldnt hear them, but clearly they were here with me. And if they had found me, then so would . . . the Goddess.
Oh no, I whispered, scrambling to hide, to run, but Newt held my arm, forcing me to stay still and face the crowd.
Just . . . let me, she almost snarled, her lips inches away as she pinched my arm. Let me in, Rachel.
And panicked, I did, wiggling as I felt her siphon off some of the energy in my chi to shift my aura to hide me for a few moments more. As soon as the Goddess figured out she could find me by the mystics circling me, I was a goner.
Bloody Band-Aid, Newt said, eyeing the dispersing crowd. I feel better already. Al?
Someone in an FIB hat was beckoning us to the stairway. Numb, I shuffled that way. The crowd was scattering now as the cops started arresting them en masse, cuffing everyone and making them kneel in rows.
Well, Im not going to say this is a good thing, Al grumped, and I gasped when Newt clenched my arm.
Not good! she snapped. The lines are broken and youre still going to hold to outdated beliefs based on a war that not even you remember the cause of?
Its elven magic, he whined, looking pathetic.
Both of you shut up, I said as I saw Trent. Oh God, he had Jenks with him, and I almost fell off the stage trying to get to them. The crowd was dispersing. They even had an ambulance, and I felt sick as I realized the medical people were clustered about that man whod been shot. Another, very loud group of FIB agents was reading the rights to the man whod shot him, his broken hand bound before him, bleeding and ugly. Maybe the shot man was still alive.
Trent! I called, and he reached out. I fell into his arms, burrowing my head against his shoulder as I shook. They were going to kill me! I sobbed as Jenkss wings clattered. What is wrong with them!
Shhh, youre okay, he soothed, and I pulled my head up, sniffing and sniveling as Al stiffly handed me a cloth handkerchief. Next time, can we stop the lynch mob some other way?
Jenks, youre flying, I said, and the satisfied pixy landed on Newts shoulder.
For the moment, he said, sparkles almost vanishing. Crap on toast, girl. How come you can do magic and no one else can?
Because shes got a growing sliver of mystics looking to her, Al said sourly. Thats probably why you can fly. Shes a magnet.
I felt like a magnet, all spiky and full of little electrical charges. I looked up at the thump-thump-thump of chopper wings echoing between the buildings. What was left of the crowd scattered, even some of the handcuffed Weres sneaking off. It felt good to be alive, and I leaned into Trent even more. I told you this would happen. And no one listened.
Can she ever be right without rubbing your nose in it? Al griped, and Jenks spilled a silver dust that vanished too quickly for my comfort.
The chopper swung into the square, and I smiled up at it, knowing it was going to take me somewhere where I wouldnt have to think for a while, where I could have a bath, wash my hair, and maybe get the bullet out of my leg.
Oops, shes going down! someone called, and I felt myself fall into Trents arms.
And I swear, I heard him singing as the helicopter lifted us up and away.
Chapter 28
The wind whipped my hair into a snarled mess as I inched to the edge of the medical helicopter. In an instant, the scent of antiseptic and bandages was stripped away, the hint of pavement and horse coming to me in the moonless night. Trent reached up, his hand bandaged and a raw red scrape on his cheek where hed fallen. My heart seemed to skip a beat as I settled my fingers into his. I could have lost him. I could have lost everything.
She should be in the chair, said the paramedic whod taken the bullet out and stitched me up on the way over. Trent just shrugged and lifted me down, my muscles aching as his grip tightened on me. My ribs hurt, and I held my breath. Id rather die than sit in that chair with straps and be lowered down.
Which is a distinct possibility, I thought as my feet hit the parking lot and the resulting jolt of pain broke through whatever mundane drugs they had me on. Thanks, I whispered, feeling ill as I tucked the crutch Trent was handing me under my arm. It was already sized to me. Seemed he kept them on hand as a matter of course.
I was still trying to wrap my head around the mob at the square. Theyd shot that man in cold blood. Newt was going to be next. Then me. Then Al. Nothing could excuse that kind of mindless panic, and I was shaken, betrayed by the same people Id risked my life to save.
Tink loves a duck! Jenks protested, tugging at my hair as the wind swamped him. Can we get inside? I want to check on my kids.
First thing on the list, I said as I looked past Al and Newt, ogling Trents holdings, to the cluster of people coming down the stairs to greet us. This wasnt the usual way, but the parking lot had been empty for almost three months and apparently there was an issue waiting for Trent in his front office and this was quicker.
Thats one good thing, I whispered, barely heard over the copter blades as I saw Quen, Ellasbeth, and the girls. Ellasbeth held Ray, the little girl solemn and quiet. Lucy was more vocal, but clearly unhappy as she reached for Trent, complaining loudly when Ellasbeth stopped short at the sight of Al and Newt.
Grinning, Al tweaked Lucys nose, but his smile vanished worryingly fast.
Trent! the woman exclaimed, looking frazzled with her hair down and Lucy tugging on it. There are demons everywhere! Everywhere!
None of them can do any magic, Ellie, Trent admonished, taking Lucy before the little girl jumped out of her mothers arms.
But theyre everywhere! the woman complained, shooting sideways glances at Newt and Al. Cooking in the bars kitchen, in the garage looking at your cars, in the conservatory talking to the fairies. Ive had to put up a sign to keep them out of your apartments.
Ill see what I can do, Trent said as Lucy wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a fierce, little-girl kiss.
Stop! I screamed as the man on the stage shouted something. The crowd howled, and then I almost passed out as the flash of the gun and the sound of a shot shocked through me.
A wave of sound echoed between the buildings as the mob cried out. I could not breathe, could not believe it as the bound figure fell, dead, on the stage. I. Could. Not. Believe. This.
At least it smells better than the French revolution, Al said at my elbow.
I spun, almost falling until Trent propped me up. My God, I said, touching Al in his new suit and lingering on his red, goat-slitted eyes. Go, I said, shoving him back toward the hotel. Go! Get out of here! Trent has a copter coming. Go!
Its her! someone shouted, and my heart seemed to stop. Its her! Its that demon woman!
Shit, Trent whispered, and I went cold as people in the streets turned, their faces ugly with fear, hatred, and a mad aggression. Rachel
I gasped as someone grabbed me from behind. My leg gave way and I fell. Trent! I screamed, fighting the elbows and hands as I was pulled up and away. Damn it, let me go! I demanded, and then screamed when they twisted my arm behind me, forcing me through the crowd. Agony numbed my leg and I fell, so they picked me up, shoving me from person to person, pinching my arms, pulling my hair, tripping me. I couldnt see, couldnt breathe.
Jenks! I called out. He was gone. I fought to be free but someone punched me in the middle and I bent double, unaware and struggling to breathe until they hauled me up onto the stage.
Terrified, I hung in someones grip, shocked and bleeding as Al landed next to me in a sliding thud. Men kicked him to stay down, and he sat where he was, his new suit torn and his face bloodied. Newt still stood, her expression proud and a little wild as she waited beside me, her hands bound with a plastic bag.
You try anything and Ill shoot you! the man with the gun screamed at us. The bleeding corpse behind him was dragged off, and the crowd carried it away. My gore rose, and I struggled to keep from vomiting. Trent? Where are Trent and Jenks? Jenks couldnt fly. Hed be crushed.
If you have any ideas . . . , Al said, sitting cross-legged with his hands laced behind his head.
No, not really. I pulled my eyes from the slick smear of blood, wondering how many demons theyd killed so far. What the hell kind of an ending was this?
Get up! the man with the gun screamed. I said, get up!
Al stood, his expression far more placid than I wouldve expected. Thank you for our freedom, he said to me as the man with the gun cavorted before us, whipping the crowd up to bolster his own courage. I will never understand why you cared.
I dont like bullies, I said flatly, and Newt smiled. The electric lights caught a glint in her eye, almost anticipatory. I knew she longed for an end, but this was wrong, so wrong.
They will all die! the man screamed. All the demons. Magic is dead, and we will be safe! Safe from the freaks and unholy demons!
They might kill me, but they would damn well listen to me first.
Shut the hell up! I shouted, my voice cutting through the noise as if it was supplemented by magic. The crowd heard me, and in the barest hesitation of their outrage, I added, And get your stinking hands off me!
Adrenaline was a silver ribbon, snapping through me as I plowed my elbow into the man holding me. Weight on my good leg, I spun to break his nose with my elbow, shoving him off the stage and into the crowd.
Al cried out in elation, his expression fearsome as he rose and moved in sharp, decisive motions, flipping the two who held him into the crowd. Like a banshee gone berserk, Newt howled, kicking at everyone who got close. Between them, no one dared try the stage, and in the sudden hush, I realized no one was up here anymore but us, the forgotten gun, and the man who had shot it, now huddling beside a huge amp.
Al paced back and forth, his steps red from stepping in blood. Newt held her hands out to me and I tried to get the plastic knots free. I was beginning to think you might not make it in time, she said dryly.
My heart was pounding, and I couldnt feel my leg. Who was that? I asked, eyes darting to the blood smear. Behind us, the man whod shot him cowered. His hand had bones sticking out, and the gun, now useless to him, lay tauntingly within reach.
Newt glanced at the blood, then rubbed her wrists as the knots came loose. I dont know. He wasnt a demon. Honestly, I was simply enjoying the fountain and he was sitting beside me.
Relief coursed through me, quickly followed by anger. They killed an innocent man because he might have been a demon? I said loudly, then turned to the crowd, slowly realizing what theyd done, what theyd allowed, hell, what theyd encouraged to happen. You killed a man and he wasnt even a demon! I shouted, my voice echoing between the buildings. What is wrong with you people!
Theyre demons! someone shouted, quickly hushed by those nearest her.
Yeah? So what? I shouted back. That didnt go over so well, and the murderous rise of complaint started to gain strength. The crowd, though, was beginning to break up at the back as the I.S. and FIB began to show.
Demons deserve to die! another shouted, and I turned to him, feeling both strong and weak with Newt and Al behind me.
Why, because you say so? I said, fingertips tingling. Maybe, but not on my watch. I warned you. I told you taking the easy way out was a bad idea. Did you listen? No! So youre going to listen to me now!
That went over even better, and small fights were breaking out all over as the Weres tried to get closer to the stage. You need more practice at this, Al said as two men vaulted onto the stage.
Go home! I shouted as Newt waved a cautionary finger at the men. Go home, and pray that I find a way to reinstate the lines in Arizona, or demons without magic will be the least of your problems! You all think that security and peace are born from destroying everything stronger than you? There is no safety. There is no peace but what you make, every day, every second, with every choice.
As if that was the signal, the crowd surged forward, swamping us.
Panic iced through me again, and I slipped on some poor mans blood and went down, almost passing out from the pain as my hip hit the stage. Rache! I heard distantly, and then Id had it.
Enough! I shouted, and a great boom of sound exploded from me. My fingers tingled, and I pulled my head up as men cried out, falling back from the stage, pushed by a glowing ball of silver light. My hair was floating, and I tried to flatten it,but I couldnt stand up, and my hands were sticky. I felt as if I were glowing, and I looked at Al. He had fallen, seeming as shocked as I was. It had been magic, but how?
Oh, you did it now! Newt crowed, kicking that gun under the amp and almost dancing as she lurched to me and hauled me to my feet. Everyone in the square was picking themselves up. It was so quiet you could hear individual people and the whine of a siren.
Mystics? Al said, again at my elbow, but he wasnt talking to me, and Newt nodded.
My heart seemed to both sink and expand. Mystics. I couldnt hear them, but clearly they were here with me. And if they had found me, then so would . . . the Goddess.
Oh no, I whispered, scrambling to hide, to run, but Newt held my arm, forcing me to stay still and face the crowd.
Just . . . let me, she almost snarled, her lips inches away as she pinched my arm. Let me in, Rachel.
And panicked, I did, wiggling as I felt her siphon off some of the energy in my chi to shift my aura to hide me for a few moments more. As soon as the Goddess figured out she could find me by the mystics circling me, I was a goner.
Bloody Band-Aid, Newt said, eyeing the dispersing crowd. I feel better already. Al?
Someone in an FIB hat was beckoning us to the stairway. Numb, I shuffled that way. The crowd was scattering now as the cops started arresting them en masse, cuffing everyone and making them kneel in rows.
Well, Im not going to say this is a good thing, Al grumped, and I gasped when Newt clenched my arm.
Not good! she snapped. The lines are broken and youre still going to hold to outdated beliefs based on a war that not even you remember the cause of?
Its elven magic, he whined, looking pathetic.
Both of you shut up, I said as I saw Trent. Oh God, he had Jenks with him, and I almost fell off the stage trying to get to them. The crowd was dispersing. They even had an ambulance, and I felt sick as I realized the medical people were clustered about that man whod been shot. Another, very loud group of FIB agents was reading the rights to the man whod shot him, his broken hand bound before him, bleeding and ugly. Maybe the shot man was still alive.
Trent! I called, and he reached out. I fell into his arms, burrowing my head against his shoulder as I shook. They were going to kill me! I sobbed as Jenkss wings clattered. What is wrong with them!
Shhh, youre okay, he soothed, and I pulled my head up, sniffing and sniveling as Al stiffly handed me a cloth handkerchief. Next time, can we stop the lynch mob some other way?
Jenks, youre flying, I said, and the satisfied pixy landed on Newts shoulder.
For the moment, he said, sparkles almost vanishing. Crap on toast, girl. How come you can do magic and no one else can?
Because shes got a growing sliver of mystics looking to her, Al said sourly. Thats probably why you can fly. Shes a magnet.
I felt like a magnet, all spiky and full of little electrical charges. I looked up at the thump-thump-thump of chopper wings echoing between the buildings. What was left of the crowd scattered, even some of the handcuffed Weres sneaking off. It felt good to be alive, and I leaned into Trent even more. I told you this would happen. And no one listened.
Can she ever be right without rubbing your nose in it? Al griped, and Jenks spilled a silver dust that vanished too quickly for my comfort.
The chopper swung into the square, and I smiled up at it, knowing it was going to take me somewhere where I wouldnt have to think for a while, where I could have a bath, wash my hair, and maybe get the bullet out of my leg.
Oops, shes going down! someone called, and I felt myself fall into Trents arms.
And I swear, I heard him singing as the helicopter lifted us up and away.
Chapter 28
The wind whipped my hair into a snarled mess as I inched to the edge of the medical helicopter. In an instant, the scent of antiseptic and bandages was stripped away, the hint of pavement and horse coming to me in the moonless night. Trent reached up, his hand bandaged and a raw red scrape on his cheek where hed fallen. My heart seemed to skip a beat as I settled my fingers into his. I could have lost him. I could have lost everything.
She should be in the chair, said the paramedic whod taken the bullet out and stitched me up on the way over. Trent just shrugged and lifted me down, my muscles aching as his grip tightened on me. My ribs hurt, and I held my breath. Id rather die than sit in that chair with straps and be lowered down.
Which is a distinct possibility, I thought as my feet hit the parking lot and the resulting jolt of pain broke through whatever mundane drugs they had me on. Thanks, I whispered, feeling ill as I tucked the crutch Trent was handing me under my arm. It was already sized to me. Seemed he kept them on hand as a matter of course.
I was still trying to wrap my head around the mob at the square. Theyd shot that man in cold blood. Newt was going to be next. Then me. Then Al. Nothing could excuse that kind of mindless panic, and I was shaken, betrayed by the same people Id risked my life to save.
Tink loves a duck! Jenks protested, tugging at my hair as the wind swamped him. Can we get inside? I want to check on my kids.
First thing on the list, I said as I looked past Al and Newt, ogling Trents holdings, to the cluster of people coming down the stairs to greet us. This wasnt the usual way, but the parking lot had been empty for almost three months and apparently there was an issue waiting for Trent in his front office and this was quicker.
Thats one good thing, I whispered, barely heard over the copter blades as I saw Quen, Ellasbeth, and the girls. Ellasbeth held Ray, the little girl solemn and quiet. Lucy was more vocal, but clearly unhappy as she reached for Trent, complaining loudly when Ellasbeth stopped short at the sight of Al and Newt.
Grinning, Al tweaked Lucys nose, but his smile vanished worryingly fast.
Trent! the woman exclaimed, looking frazzled with her hair down and Lucy tugging on it. There are demons everywhere! Everywhere!
None of them can do any magic, Ellie, Trent admonished, taking Lucy before the little girl jumped out of her mothers arms.
But theyre everywhere! the woman complained, shooting sideways glances at Newt and Al. Cooking in the bars kitchen, in the garage looking at your cars, in the conservatory talking to the fairies. Ive had to put up a sign to keep them out of your apartments.
Ill see what I can do, Trent said as Lucy wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a fierce, little-girl kiss.
