With All My Soul
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But the truth, even after wed shared our intel and theories, was that we really had no clue where Uncle Brendon and Harmony were. In hiding from Avari and the rest of the Netherworld creatures, they were hiding from us, too.
Tod and I spent most of that night in the Netherworld, searching for his mom and my uncle in and around the buildings wed decided they were most likely to target. We were looking for my dad, too, of course, but we had much less hope of actually finding him, since he was no doubt both hidden and guarded. And probably unable to call out to us if we got close.
We started at the hospital because as unlikely as I thought my uncle was to actually hide out there, I couldnt help thinking he was very likely to have stopped there, at least for a little while, in search of medical supplies. Tod showed me where the easiest-to-access first-floor medical supplies were in the human world, and we crossed over one site at a time, armed with the sledgehammer Tod had dug up from somewherehe was inspired by the one my uncle had usedand the large meat cleaver hed taken from the hospital cafeteria for me.
I wasnt surprised to see that all of the closets he showed me had bled through from the human world with at least some of their supplies intact, but I was pleasantly surprised to see that the Netherworld version of the hospital was virtually deserted. If Avaris lackeys had looked for Uncle Brendon and Harmony there, theyd obviously long since moved on.
Finally, after checking out three different supply closets, we were rewarded in the fourth, where the doorknob had been beaten off, evidently with the fire extinguisher propped against the wall several feet away.
On the floor of the closet, we found empty bandage wrappers, bloody scraps of gauze and cotton swabs, and an open bottle of rubbing alcohol.
Tod stared at the mess for a minute, and I linked my hand with his, hoping he could feel both my sympathy and empathy in that one touch. I knew how he felt, as few others couldwe knew even less about my dads current state than we knew about his moms. Tod squeezed my hand, then let it go and knelt to gather the trash my uncle had left behind.
What are you doing?
They obviously havent found this yet, so Im taking it. I dont want them to know what my mom tastes like. I dont even want to think about the possibility that one of them could develop a taste for her blood specifically, like Avari has for your...you. What if that sparks some kind of similar obsession, and they start hunting her like he hunts you? Its bad enough that I cant protect you. At least I can do this for her.
I wanted to let him think that. I actually considered preserving his well-intentioned fantasy. But eventually he would realize his own mistake, and hed know that I hadnt told him the truth when I should have.
Tod,theyve already had a taste of her. Didnt you say they were gathered around drops of her blood outside?
His hands went still, one of them clenched around a handful of empty wrappers. Fine. But Im not going to give them any more of it to obsess over. This is part of her, Kaylee, and Im not just going to leave it here for them to snort and drool and fight over.
I get it. I would have done the same thing for my dad if I couldve.
We traced my uncles most likely path out of the hospital from that closet, but we couldnt find footprints or anything else to indicate which way hed gone from there.
We were about to cross into the human world near the ambulance bay when something scraped concrete behind us. We both tensed and turned toward the sound. In the middle of the hall stood two small grayish creatures whose bulbous heads didnt quite reach my waist. They were bald and wore no clothes, but even without the odd, arrhythmic jerking in their arms, legs, and thin gray tailsnot to mention the occasional full-body twitchI would have recognized them based solely on their double row of needle-sharp, metallic-looking teeth.
Fiends.
I hadnt seen a fiend since the day a creeper vine had nearly ended my life several months ahead of schedule. Or thirteen years late, depending on your perspective. That was the day Nash was first exposed to Demons Breath, and though I didnt know it at the time, the whole thing was my fault. Id brought some latex balloons filled with the substance to give to three fiends in exchange for information, accidentally kicking off a series of events that led to Nashs addiction, our eventual breakup, and Avaris inexplicable obsession with owning my soul.
It was not my finest day.
Victory! the fiend on the left cried in a voice so high-pitched my ears tried to crawl into my skull. We found the treasure. We get the prize. He bounced forward, metallic teeth clinking together in excitementor maybe that was his jaw twitching.
Stay there! I brandished the huge knife, suddenly glad wed come armed.
Tod set the head of his sledgehammer on the ground, resting both palms on the end of the handle, and I had the sudden, irrational thought that he looked like Thor must have as a teenager. Assuming Norse gods were ever teens.
Treasure! the other fiend echoed, yellow eyes flashing with eagerness, and mentally I named him Thing Two. We play the game. We find the treasure. We win the prize. Come! Maybe we will share the prize.
No! Thing One turned on his little associate, snarling, and Thing Two sprang backward just in time to avoid losing a chunk of his thin gray arm to Thing Ones needle teeth. No sharing!
Tod and I spent most of that night in the Netherworld, searching for his mom and my uncle in and around the buildings wed decided they were most likely to target. We were looking for my dad, too, of course, but we had much less hope of actually finding him, since he was no doubt both hidden and guarded. And probably unable to call out to us if we got close.
We started at the hospital because as unlikely as I thought my uncle was to actually hide out there, I couldnt help thinking he was very likely to have stopped there, at least for a little while, in search of medical supplies. Tod showed me where the easiest-to-access first-floor medical supplies were in the human world, and we crossed over one site at a time, armed with the sledgehammer Tod had dug up from somewherehe was inspired by the one my uncle had usedand the large meat cleaver hed taken from the hospital cafeteria for me.
I wasnt surprised to see that all of the closets he showed me had bled through from the human world with at least some of their supplies intact, but I was pleasantly surprised to see that the Netherworld version of the hospital was virtually deserted. If Avaris lackeys had looked for Uncle Brendon and Harmony there, theyd obviously long since moved on.
Finally, after checking out three different supply closets, we were rewarded in the fourth, where the doorknob had been beaten off, evidently with the fire extinguisher propped against the wall several feet away.
On the floor of the closet, we found empty bandage wrappers, bloody scraps of gauze and cotton swabs, and an open bottle of rubbing alcohol.
Tod stared at the mess for a minute, and I linked my hand with his, hoping he could feel both my sympathy and empathy in that one touch. I knew how he felt, as few others couldwe knew even less about my dads current state than we knew about his moms. Tod squeezed my hand, then let it go and knelt to gather the trash my uncle had left behind.
What are you doing?
They obviously havent found this yet, so Im taking it. I dont want them to know what my mom tastes like. I dont even want to think about the possibility that one of them could develop a taste for her blood specifically, like Avari has for your...you. What if that sparks some kind of similar obsession, and they start hunting her like he hunts you? Its bad enough that I cant protect you. At least I can do this for her.
I wanted to let him think that. I actually considered preserving his well-intentioned fantasy. But eventually he would realize his own mistake, and hed know that I hadnt told him the truth when I should have.
Tod,theyve already had a taste of her. Didnt you say they were gathered around drops of her blood outside?
His hands went still, one of them clenched around a handful of empty wrappers. Fine. But Im not going to give them any more of it to obsess over. This is part of her, Kaylee, and Im not just going to leave it here for them to snort and drool and fight over.
I get it. I would have done the same thing for my dad if I couldve.
We traced my uncles most likely path out of the hospital from that closet, but we couldnt find footprints or anything else to indicate which way hed gone from there.
We were about to cross into the human world near the ambulance bay when something scraped concrete behind us. We both tensed and turned toward the sound. In the middle of the hall stood two small grayish creatures whose bulbous heads didnt quite reach my waist. They were bald and wore no clothes, but even without the odd, arrhythmic jerking in their arms, legs, and thin gray tailsnot to mention the occasional full-body twitchI would have recognized them based solely on their double row of needle-sharp, metallic-looking teeth.
Fiends.
I hadnt seen a fiend since the day a creeper vine had nearly ended my life several months ahead of schedule. Or thirteen years late, depending on your perspective. That was the day Nash was first exposed to Demons Breath, and though I didnt know it at the time, the whole thing was my fault. Id brought some latex balloons filled with the substance to give to three fiends in exchange for information, accidentally kicking off a series of events that led to Nashs addiction, our eventual breakup, and Avaris inexplicable obsession with owning my soul.
It was not my finest day.
Victory! the fiend on the left cried in a voice so high-pitched my ears tried to crawl into my skull. We found the treasure. We get the prize. He bounced forward, metallic teeth clinking together in excitementor maybe that was his jaw twitching.
Stay there! I brandished the huge knife, suddenly glad wed come armed.
Tod set the head of his sledgehammer on the ground, resting both palms on the end of the handle, and I had the sudden, irrational thought that he looked like Thor must have as a teenager. Assuming Norse gods were ever teens.
Treasure! the other fiend echoed, yellow eyes flashing with eagerness, and mentally I named him Thing Two. We play the game. We find the treasure. We win the prize. Come! Maybe we will share the prize.
No! Thing One turned on his little associate, snarling, and Thing Two sprang backward just in time to avoid losing a chunk of his thin gray arm to Thing Ones needle teeth. No sharing!
