Deathlands 124: Child of Slaughter (20 page)

“Part of team now. Like family. Take care of you.”

Union’s braid turned auburn, and she sneered. “You’re full of shit, Jack Sprat. Just trying to sweet-talk us into letting you in our pants.”

“Tell like it is. Not alone anymore.”

She stared at him for a moment, but he couldn’t tell if
that was a good thing. Her expression was unreadable—eyes steady, brow creased slightly, jaw set, head tipped forward—but the braid was what caught his attention.

It was striped with all four colors now: black, auburn, white and brown. What could that mean, if it was more than a trick of the moonlight? That all four personalities were acting in concert?

“We are never alone.” When she spoke, her voice sounded different, deeper, darker. “We are four women in one body, remember?”

Jak watched and listened, mesmerized. It was then, as if on cue, that the first of the fireflies appeared.

They drifted in lazy looping swirls, blinking as they gathered nearby—but they were no kind of ordinary fireflies. Each bug had multiple nodes on its body, illuminating in sequence, and the nodes were different colors, all the colors of the spectrum.

Jak focused on a single mutant firefly as it swirled around him. Its lights winked as if signaling a secret code: red, yellow, green, purple, red. Another firefly glided after it, lighting up in the opposite order: red, purple, green, yellow, red.

“Look.” Jak grinned as he watched yet another firefly drift past. “Cool, huh?”

Union folded her arms over her chest and looked unimpressed. “They will probably shock you to death or impregnate your brain or something.”

Jak brushed a hand through the air, stirring fireflies like stardust. “Who say everything deadly?”

In spite of herself, Union’s eyes lit on one of the twinkling bugs as it floated past her face. “Don’t be fooled. These are probably lures for some monstrous carnivore about to pounce on us.”

“Not think so.” Jak caught one of the bugs and held it loosely in his fist, watching the multicolored light blinking
between his fingers. “Just pretty.” He released it so it flew lazily in her direction.

“Pretty can mean trouble,” Union cautioned him. “And there’s enough trouble in life that you shouldn’t go looking for more.”

“Then miss all fun.” Jak grinned and caught another bug, then held it out to her on the palm of his hand. “All excitement.”

Union scowled as if she’d had a sudden urge to hit him. For a moment, Jak thought she might clap her hand down on his, smashing the firefly between them.

Instead, she slid two fingertips over his palm, pushing them up to the nose of the insect. Still blinking in multicolored code, the firefly crawled onto her fingers and perched there, antennae twitching in her direction.

“Not relax much, do you?” Jak asked.

Gazing at the bug, Union shook her head slowly. “That’s a recipe for extinction in the Deathlands.”

“Going die anyway. Might as well enjoy ride.”

Union brought the firefly closer to her face. “I don’t think I know how to do that. Not really.”

“Need right people.” Jak shrugged. “Mebbe finally found.”

Union blew gently on her fingertips, and the firefly extended its wings and took off. It fluttered in a circle in front of her, flashing blue, white, red, yellow, blue, and then it drifted over to swim a lazy loop around Jak’s head before zigzagging off into the moonlit night.

Chuckling, Jak watched it go, then turned back to Union. Before he could say another word, she lunged at him—but not with the intention of doing him harm.

Instead, she grabbed his head in her hands, lowered her head and kissed him.

Jak was stunned, but not for long. He quickly lost him
self in her long, languorous kiss, enjoying the pressure and movement of her lips on his.

When she finally pulled back, her face was flushed, and her gray eyes were sparkling. She stayed close, just inches away, and kept holding his head in her long-fingered hands. “That…that was…” For once, she seemed to be at a loss for words.

“Wonderful.” Jak grinned. “About time let self go.”

“Only part of me,” she told him. “The others don’t all agree that I should have done it.”

Jak realized her braid had gone all black again. She had to have switched from whatever unified front she’d erected back to Taryn, the original ice maiden.

“Tell others give me little time,” Jak said. “I’ll win them over, you’ll see.”

Suddenly, Union shifted again. Auburn braid, snarky attitude…Rhonda. “If you think you’ve got what it takes, bring it on, white boy.”

“Okay.” This time, Jak took the initiative, standing on his tiptoes, pushing forward to claim another kiss. Now that the door had been opened, he was only too happy to make contact again.

It was different this time, though, rougher—probably because Rhonda was dominant. Though Jak had started this round as the aggressor, Rhonda quickly took over and locked him in a hungry, tight embrace.

This kiss lasted longer than the first and was equally enjoyable in a different way. Then it suddenly changed, becoming jittery and erratic, a series of quick, birdlike pecks on his lips and cheeks. She blew little puffs of warm air into his ears, making him squirm with delight; her caresses roamed his body with restless grace, sparking little fireworks of intense sensation wherever they lighted.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” she said in a nervous voice when she pulled back. Her white braid gave her away:
Carrie, the crazy one. “I feel so guilty. This was wrong…but it felt…”

“Shh.” Jak reached up to touch the side of her face. “Will be all right.” How strange it was to speak to the same woman as if she were separate people in one body…and yet, it was becoming easier for him all the time.

“I don’t know why, but I believe you.” Her eyes half closed as she turned her face to kiss his hand. “I want to believe you.”

“Not hurt you.” Jak shook his head. “Will protect you.” Slowly, he went in for the softest kiss yet, barely touching her lips with his own. Somehow, it was the most perfect kiss yet, this tender contact with a skittish, vulnerable soul.

When he drew back, she stayed frozen with eyes closed and lips slightly parted as if he was still kissing her. Fireflies blinked all the colors of the rainbow around her, their radiance lighting her face like some kind of softly blended stained glass.

As he started in for another kiss, her eyes suddenly popped open, and she giggled. “I hear you’re a good kisser. Is that so?” It was brown-braided Dulcet this time.

“You be judge,” Jak said, finishing his approach.

Dulcet’s kiss was the most sensuous of the four. Her lips flowed like water, melting into his with supple abandon. Grabbing his shoulders, she bent slightly and pressed her body against his, twining her arms around his sides and back, making sure he could feel the curves of her breasts and hips and thighs.

Jak knew instantly where she was heading, and he wanted the same thing. He rolled his hands down her back to cup her bottom, felt it flex when he tightened his grip.

It had been a long time since he’d been with a woman, and Union was beautiful. They’d had a connection from the start, though only now had it come to fruition.

So what if she was damaged and potentially deadly?
The same could be said of him and just about everyone in the Deathlands, couldn’t it?

And could there be a more perfect setting than there in the moonlight, with the rainbow fireflies whirling around them?

In the Deathlands, fleeting pleasures were a thing to be seized and treasured. It was a lesson Jak had learned long ago. But he had also learned that pleasures found with a kindred spirit were more satisfying than those taken from an empty heart. And the fact was, he felt as if Union was a kindred spirit.

So he made a decision to keep going if she would have him. Together, at least for a time, they could forget the challenges ahead of them.

It was then, when he was ready to take the next step, that Union suddenly pushed him away. She stared at him with a strange, dark look in her eyes, a look he didn’t recognize from the ones he’d seen there before.

Jack frowned. “What problem?”

Union just shook her head slowly. “Not tonight.” Her voice sounded different, laced with some kind of foreign accent. “Big day tomorrow. We need to rest up.”

“Not understand,” Jak said. “I do something wrong?”

She tipped her head to one side and stared at him as if he were a thoroughly uninteresting bug. “I just explained myself. Do I need to draw you a picture?”

Jak didn’t answer. Studying her braid, he saw it was striped with all four colors of hair again.

“I’ll take that for a no.” Union strode past him as if he didn’t exist and headed in the direction of Hammersmith’s lab.

“So much for mood.” Jak watched her go, wondering what the hell had come over her.

Chapter Thirty-One

Early the next morning, Ryan threw open the hatch in the side of the hill, admitting a shaft of bright sunlight into Hammersmith’s lab. “Looks good out there,” he said. “Let’s get a move on.”

The rest of his group was busy cinching straps and tightening buckles on backpacks, checking weapons and filling canteens from the lab’s water supply. As one, they looked and sounded well rested and ready for action, except for Union, who was sluggish and had circles under her eyes.

Ryan watched as everyone finished getting ready and assembled near the hatch. They moved quickly and efficiently, but he was still getting itchy to leave. They had a long march ahead of them, backtracking out of the Devil’s Slaughterhouse. At least they wouldn’t have to split up, now that Krysty had recovered from the piranha-wasp attack and no longer needed to be evacuated from the Shift.

“I guess the good doctor won’t be joining us,” J.B. said, nodding at the door of Hammersmith’s office.

The door, which hadn’t opened all night, looked as tightly sealed as ever. “I guess you’re right.” Apparently, Hammersmith wanted nothing further to do with them. Krysty’s efforts to talk him into going with them to the core had failed to move him.

“Probably for the best.” J.B. headed for the hatch. “Could’ve been a deadweight situation at best, or a major liability at worst.”

“I know you’re right.” Ryan patted him on the shoulder on his way past. “But we still could’ve used his help at the core.”

“Don’t worry.” Mildred was next in line for the hatch. “We’ll make do.”

Ricky came next. “One less civilian to put our asses on the line for.” He grinned and nodded reassuringly.

“Or punch ’cause getting on nerves.” Jak grinned and followed.

“Not everybody comes around in the end.” Krysty paused before stepping through the opening and lightly touched Ryan’s arm. “We help the ones who want to be helped.”

Ryan nodded. Leave it to Krysty to say the right thing, as always.

And leave it to Union to do the opposite when she marched up to the exit. “Hammersmith must know something you don’t,” she said coldly. “Mebbe he knows this is a suicide mission.”

She didn’t wait for Ryan to reply to fold herself through the doorway and step out onto the sandy ground.

Ryan shook his head. “Pain in the ass.” He took one last look at Hammersmith’s closed door, then turned and left the lab. Suicide mission or not, he was determined to do everything in his power to rescue Doc Tanner from the shifters.

If there was one thing Hammersmith had accomplished during his time with them, it was to make Ryan appreciate the group’s own resident eccentric doctor more than ever and recommit himself to getting him back at any cost.

* * *

R
ICKY WIPED SWEAT
from his brow with the back of his hand as he marched through the rising morning heat. It was already a lot warmer than the day before, with no end in sight. The skies were crystal clear in all directions, the
air hot and still, the sun a pulsating blotch throwing down wave after punishing wave of soul-melting heat.

As temperamental and downright nasty as Hammersmith had been, Ricky found himself wishing he was back in the cool air of the lab. It wouldn’t have killed them to stay there one more day…unless maybe it would have. It didn’t seem outside the realm of possibility that Hammersmith might have tried to murder them all; that was why someone had stood guard whenever the team had grabbed some shut-eye.

It didn’t matter anymore, though. Hammersmith and his lab were getting farther behind the team with each passing moment.

Ricky wiped the sweat from his brow again, then heard a sharp whistle. Looking left, he saw his partner in manning the point of the group’s formation, the one person who seemed unaffected by the heat.

Union. She gestured left, indicating a change of course, then veered in that direction without waiting for his acknowledgment.

Annoyed, Ricky followed her lead. Checking behind him, he saw the others do the same.

In the mood to pick Union’s brain, Ricky jogged to catch up with her, then matched her pace. “I wonder why we haven’t seen any mutated freak-show animals yet today,” he said.

Union looked at him sideways with the usual disdain bordering on contempt. “Do you want to see them?”

“No way.” Ricky shook his head briskly. “I just wonder if mebbe they’re following us covertly, getting ready to ambush us before we can get out of the Slaughterhouse.”

“Ambush?” Union sniffed. “They’re animals, not marauders.”

“Damn tricky animals, if you ask me,” Ricky replied.
“So when do we know we’ve left the Devil’s Slaughterhouse anyway?”

“When I say so.”

“And how do you know?” Ricky asked.

“I just do.” Union quickened her pace, marching out ahead of him.

Ricky accelerated, too, and quickly caught up. “It wouldn’t kill you to be friendly, you know,” he told her. “We’re on the same side here. We might have to save each other’s lives.”

“Friendly?” She frowned at him. “I thought I was being friendly.”

Suddenly, a booming roar burst out of the silence, distant and fast approaching from behind the formation. Back among the marchers, J.B. roared, “Incoming!”

Whirling, Ricky swung up the De Lisle carbine and peered at the segmented horizon that was visible between the scattered hills. He expected to see some kind of monstrous, mutated beast, a final attack from the deranged menagerie of the Devil’s Slaughterhouse.