The Changelings (War of the Fae: Book 1) (36 page)

I heard Finn's voice, but it made no words – just a sound.
 
"Ahhhh ... "
 
It sounded like the beginning of a song.
 

"What the hell?" asked Spike.
 
"What
are
those things?"

"Orcs would be my guess," said Tony, sounding much calmer than I was feeling.

"What the fuck is an
orc?"
I asked angrily.
 
I'm pretty sure Dardennes should have warned us that 'obstacles' could mean 'acid drooling orcs'.
 
That's just common decency.

Tony sighed.
 
"Didn't you guys watch Lord of the Rings?"

"I did," said Chase.

I glanced at Chase and saw him squeezing the handle of Becky's knife in one hand and the handle of his gun in the other, never taking his eyes off the monster.

"Any chance you can put the breaks on that green energy, healing thingy?" asked Spike with a nervous laugh.

"I'm not sure.
 
But I don't think I should.
 
Yes, it's releasing these ... things ... these ... orcs or demons or whatever – but if the trees are green maybe they can help us."

"Not sure that's gonna matter too much if we have an army of these monsters against us.
 
Vines and branches are okay for Ladies in the Lake, but probably not so much for these guys."

He had a point, but something told me it wasn't right to stop the awakening of the forest.
 
It's not that I was willing to die for green trees or anything – I mean, my self-preservation instincts were alive and kicking, telling me to get the fuck out of there right now.
 
But my trees hadn't let me down before.
 
They'd even sent Robin Hood or whoever he was to help me once, so I had to keep the faith ... and probably kill off some orcs in the meantime.

The first orc we had released seemed to finally wake up to his situation.
 
He was free of the tree that had kept him imprisoned and there was a group of smallish pale things – us – standing in front of him.

The drool was freaking me out.
 
"God, it keeps salivating.
 
I think it's hungry."

"Wouldn't you be?
 
Trapped inside that tree for who knows how long?" said Finn.

That was a cheery thought.
 
I was going to be dinner – or maybe just an appetizer.
 
Chase was more main course material.

"Stay close," said Chase, "we need to keep our backs together.
 
If one of those gets behind us, we're done."
 
He raised the gun up and took aim at the monster who'd made its first step towards us.

I was just about to make a wisecrack when the thing lifted up its head and let out the most awful sound I'd ever heard.
 
I'd thought that the water whore had the worst voice ever, but no – this guy's was
the
worst.
 
It sounded like a demon dinosaur – not that I'd ever heard one of those, but it's what I imagine one would sound like.
 
It nearly made my heart stop in fear.

We heard answering roars all around us.
 
There were now at least thirty green trees, spewing black stuff.
 
Ten of those piles of sludge had turned into fully formed, agitated monsters.

"
Fuck me.
 
This isn't possible.
 
There are hundreds of trees in this place,
hundreds!
 
We don't stand a chance!" I was losing whatever cool I had left.

"Don't freak out," said Chase, the voice of reason.
 
"We need to stay calm.
 
Use your weapons.
 
Go for the throat.
 
Try to stay away from them as best you can.
 
I think they move slow.
 
If we can start running, we can outrun them back to the Green Forest."

"I think we should run towards the waypoint," said Finn.
 
"How far into the Dark Forest is the final waypoint, Jayne."

I wracked my brain trying to remember what the forest looked like when I was up in the tree.
 
"Um, the waypoint is in the center of the dark area.
 
Once we get to it, we'll have to go for at least a few hours to get out."

"Maybe Dardennes and his buddies will be waiting for us at waypoint four," said Finn, hopefully.

"I'm not sure that they know about or will be prepared for this little monster problem that we'll be bringing with us," said Tony.

With our luck, Tony was probably right.
 
We couldn't expect Dardennes and his group to do anything to help us.
 
All they'd done from the start was put us in harm's way.

The other monsters suddenly roared from behind me.
 
The first orc roared back and then started advancing on us.
 

"Stay together!" yelled Chase.

I held up my sharpened stick.
 
"Blackie, don't let me down!" I yelled, just at the moment when Chase and the monster started fighting.

The thing reached out to grab him and Chase brought his knife down, slashing the beast's hand.
 

I was jostled from behind and turned in time to see a slightly smaller orc, though still a foot taller than any of us, start grappling with Spike.
 
Spike's slingshot was no help to him in this type of close-quarters combat.
 
"Give me your gun!" I yelled at Chase.
 
He handed it over without question.
 
I turned and pushed it into Spike's hand.
 
"I don't know how many bullets there are, so do what you can."

 
Spike nodded his thanks at me and released the safety.
 
He shot the orc right between the eyes as it advanced again.
 
It stood there for a second and then went down at Spike's feet.
 
Spike lifted his foot and kicked its shoulder, causing it to roll over and away.
 

One down, ninety-nine to go
.

The sounds of battle began to ring out around me.
 
The guys had enveloped me in the middle of them, not letting me out to fight and not letting any monsters in to eat me.
 
While I appreciated the sentiment, I knew I was an asset they had to use.
 
I bent down and put my hand to the ground, checking to see if I had any connection to the newly green trees around us.
 
I could sense something there, but it was weak.
 
There hadn't been enough time yet for all of the things around us to come alive – with the exception of the monsters of course.

I saw two orcs drop in quick succession, arrows protruding from their gooey black bodies.
 
One staggered away from our circle with its arm hanging, nearly severed by a blow to it from the axe – the axe I was happy and proud to see drawing luminous blue streaks in the air each time my Tony swung it.
 
The hum it emitted as it swooped through the air made my heart swell.
 
It was obvious the orcs didn't like that axe one bit.
 
They shied away from it whenever they heard its hum.

Shots rang out.
 
An orc that had nearly grabbed Finn fell onto its back, blood like black tar coming from its neck in a gurgling fountain.
 
I worked to keep the bile in my stomach where it belonged.

The orcs were slow.
 
It was the only reason we were still alive right now.
 
I wasn't sure if they were always this way – maybe they were still tired from being cooped up in trees all this time.
 
We needed to press our advantage.
 
Soon we were going to be out of bullets, arrows and energy.

"We need to try and run to the waypoint," I yelled.
 
Maybe Dardennes would be there to help.
 
I didn't think so, but we had to do something.
 
If we stayed in this forest, in this spot, we were sitting ducks just begging to be exterminated.
 
I didn't want even a single drop of that nasty acid drool to touch me if I could help it.

We all started moving farther into the forest, staying back-to-back and moving as a group.
 
The guys kept fighting the orcs off and I kept trying to get in a jab with my stick when one of them got close, but I wasn't very successful.
 
The guys kept pushing me back.

Then all of a sudden, one of the orcs broke through our circle.
 
He knocked Finn over like he was a piece of paper and came right for me.
 
I didn't think twice.
 
I held Blackie in front of me and met him head-on.
 
When he was about a foot away, I saw his skin up close and realized there was no way Blackie was going to penetrate that stuff.
 
It looked like alligator hide.

Much to my surprise, Blackie didn't just penetrate it, it sunk in like a red-hot poker sliding into a stick of butter.
 
The orc looked down and I saw the green light coming from my stick being reflected off the slimy skin of its face.
 
It lifted its eyes to mine and snarled, its arms reaching up; but they only made it a few inches before that glowing red light in its eyes went dark.
 
I felt the orc's body go slack and jumped to the side as it fell to the ground.
 
I looked down at my weapon and it was covered in black goo.
 
The green light was still coming from inside my stick and that glow worked to burn off the black orc blood.
 
Within seconds, my stick was back to normal, no longer gooey and no longer glowing.

"Holy bat balls, did you
see
that Tony?!"
 

Tony was too busy throwing his lightsaber axe all around, slicing and dicing orcs left and right.
 

I stepped outside the ring of guys, confident now that my badass Blackie and I could do some damage of our own.
 
I stood with legs spread wide, Converse sneakers gripping the forest floor beneath me.
 
I pushed up the sleeves of my sweatshirt, quickly wiping under my nose for good measure.
 
"Come on, you smelly bastards.
 
Let's dance."

One of the smaller ones took me up on my challenge.
 
He strode over moving a little faster than the others.
 
I could see Chase out of the corner of my eye and I heard him admonish me.
 

"Get back in the circle, Jayne!"

"No!" I yelled, a fever in my brain.
 
"I'm gonna kill me some orc!"

I kept Blackie hidden by my wrist, revealing it only when the orc got close.
 
I faked left, acting like I was going to run by it, with the intention of stabbing the orc in the side with my right hand as I passed.
 
My plan would have worked perfectly if the fucking orc hadn't closelined me.
 
It stuck its arm out, making instant and direct contact with my face as I tried to run by.
 
I went down like a ton of bricks, my stick never touching anything.
 

Another orc was right behind the one that had dropped me.
 
It grabbed me by the legs and pulled.
 
I found myself sliding across the forest floor, being dragged farther and farther away from my friends.
 
I finally found my voice and started screaming.

I kicked as hard as I could, twisting my body around and around, trying to get the orc to let me go, but the fucker had his claws good and tangled in my shoe laces and pant legs.
 
The orc seized the front of my sweatshirt, lifting me up off the ground, and then putting me in an unwelcome bear hug, pinning me to its disgusting body from behind.
 

The smell coming off that orc body was somethin' else, let me tell you.
 
Four-day-old desert roadkill crossed with the world's worst body odor.
 
Holy shit, it was so bad I started to retch.
 
The monster started squeezing me to make me stop.
 
I did stop but only because my olfactory nerves had started to go numb.
 
The smell was seriously that bad.

I heard some roaring and grunting as the orcs communicated with each other.
 
Heads gestured to my friends still fighting valiantly.
 
I felt so fucking horrible at that moment, knowing they were doing so well and then I had to go and screw it all up.
 
Chase had told me to get back and I didn't listen.
 
He was going to hate me forever.
 
I'd never get to kiss Spike.
 
And Tony ... what was going to happen to my Tony?

The guys stopped fighting and the orcs backed away.
 
One of them, a big one, was gesturing towards me.
 
The orc that held me moved forward, showing the guys that it held me prisoner.
 
I tried to tell them I was sorry, but the orc squeezed the breath out of me.
 
I almost passed out before it loosened its grip.
 
I used my eyes to transmit as much emotion as I possibly could.
 
I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry.

One of them grabbed some old, black vines from the forest floor and came over to me.
 
It pulled me roughly from the other orc's grasp and shoved my shoulder to turn me around, grabbing my hands and securing them together with the vine behind me.
 
I was now officially a prisoner of war.
 

The orc grunted and gestured to the other orcs that surrounded the guys and held up the vine.
 
Its intent was obvious:
tie up the others like the girl.