The Superiors (5 page)

Nina didn’t react to Draven’s suddenness. He withdrew his teeth after less than a full ration. He wanted to be sharp for the raid, and he knew the drugs in her could affect him, although not as strongly as they did her. When he straightened, Nina smiled. She scooted forward to the edge of the bed, her knees opening around him. Her skirt rode up her long legs and he could see the dark hourglass shape between them, could smell her and the men she’d been with earlier. He tried to keep his face from betraying disgust.

“You must not have been too hungry. What, you couldn’t wait to get to the good stuff?” She opened her knees wider, one on each side of him. “Want a taste of something sweeter?”

The crass way she said the thing, so filthy an offer of one of her waste-emitting orifices, filled him with revulsion. He stood and knocked her backwards, pinning her shoulders to the stained quilt covering the bed. He could hear the Enforcers entering the restaurant, the screams and glass tinkling and footsteps running hard. Escape and pursuit. He longed to be part of it, to capture a fleeing leech, to put a bit more force than necessary into the catch, to teach the restaurant owner that preying on the weak didn’t make him stronger. He wanted to make the owner weak. People like that weren’t superior. They were less than saps.

He didn’t want to stay in this dark room with this pathetic sap, a sap even dumber than her nature intended, deadened with drugs.

“Oh, you do want to hurt me,” she said, squirming under him. She tried to tease and rub up against him. She couldn’t hear the raid. Like all his senses, his hearing far exceeded hers. “Remember it’s an extra anya. And you can’t hurt my face or you’ll have to pay my wages while I’m out of work.”

“But you’ll be dead. Do you not realize that? Do you not know how easily I could kill you by accident, just by losing control? A Superior could break your legs, your pelvis, crush you without any effort at all. A simple accident, caught up in the lust of it, and you’d be dead.”

“You’d have to pay…” she said, but her voice trailed off and her eyes rolled wildly. Her heart cast away the sluggishness of the drug and beat faster. Her sap moved quicker, and the smell coming off her was a mix of woman and fear and sap and chemical additives.

“I’d have to pay? A slap on the wrist. So I couldn’t buy a sap for five years—I can’t afford one anyway. Five years to you is nothing to me. It’s nothing to me if I kill you. It’s everything to you. Your life is fragile, it can be over at any moment. Mine would go on as usual.”

She began to struggle and push with her shoulders, to no avail, of course. Draven sank his teeth into her neck this time and she stilled, and he drew long and hard on the puncture until he heard the Enforcers in the hallway. He pressed his tongue against the wound, closing it just before the door burst open.

Chapter Seven

“This is a raid,” the loud, electronic voice blared. “We are Enforcers. Stay where you are. Don’t move until you receive instructions.”

Draven held perfectly still. He didn’t have to turn to know the Enforcers had guns trained on him. “Draven Castle, Third Order, health inspector,” he said in a clear voice. “I called in the raid, sir.”

“Step back from the homo-sapien and face our weapons.”

He rolled nimbly from Nina, relieved to be clear of her fleshy warmth and swampy smell. Holding his hands up, palms forward, he faced the weapons. “I did not violate the sapien. I did no wrong. I would like to help in the raid, sir.”

The two Enforcers in the doorway scanned down him and appeared satisfied that his clothing was in order. “Hand us your work card and papers.” He did so and one of the men shone a light over his cards to check for authenticity while the other kept the gun trained on him.

“You’re in order. You may identify, track, or help bring in any restaurant employees.”

“Thank you, sir.” Draven pocketed his cards and nodded in respect before he turned and leapt down the hallway. He vibrated with life—Nina’s life. He allowed only a twinge of guilt at having overdrawn her. She would regain strength in a few days, and he needed it to accost the escapees.

The place was in chaos. Tables and chairs lay overturned, trays lay on the floor, saps cried and huddled together in corners. Draven didn’t waste time on the saps. His body ached to go, to move, to chase. He hadn’t had so much energy in a long time. In his hundred Superior years, he’d grown accustomed to his five rations. The extra he’d drawn made him feel unstoppable.

He scented for the underlying smell in the restaurant and found it. Ander. The owner.

He’d read somewhere that actors received extra rations before stunt scenes to pull off incredible feats. He remembered a scene from a movie he’d seen, and pumping with the thrill of the chase, he leapt onto the wall and ran several steps along it, his body suspended in motion, parallel to floor and ceiling. He got an incredible rush from it, almost as good as the feeling of being free to pursue the escaped manager. He pushed off the wall, amazed at his own vitality, at his ability to clear three of the fallen tables in one bound. He hadn’t paid enough attention to his illegal tapping of Nina. He must have drunk more than he’d intended.

He passed through the glass door, a shower of glittering splinters tinkling to the floor and raining down around him. Outside, he turned both ways and inhaled deeply. He traced a faint scent and sprinted in that direction. He let himself go full speed, something he hadn’t done in a long time. He worked out when he had time, but this was different. This was primitive, like hunting.

He traced another smell along with the one of Ander. Another Superior on the trail. He sprang forward, feeling the flex of his muscles, the stretch of his limbs, the incredible power of his feet springing off the sidewalk. People moved aside, giving him curious glances, and he checked his enthusiasm, but only a bit.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had this much excitement. Even when he’d snuck Cali back to the Confinement and gotten away with it, he’d only had the excitement of a secret defiant act. Chasing a Superior gave him a much greater thrill. He had worked as a Catcher many times, and the chase always proved the most thrilling aspect of the job. But homo-sapiens were sad and scared and sometimes treated brutally, especially after Catchers brought them back from an escape attempt. Superiors were smart, crafty, and had an equal chance of capture or escape.

Draven turned a corner and stopped to scent for the owner. He caught the smell, stronger now, and burst ahead again. His skill at chasing exhilarated him. He felt weightless, indestructible. He caught sight of the Enforcers first. They were several blocks ahead, but Draven was fast even for a Superior. When he spotted the Enforcers he renewed his effort and caught up in seconds. “May I assist in the capture, sirs?”

One of the Enforcers stayed outside while Draven and the other followed the trail into an underground club. Dancing bodies, writhing and wild, packed the dance floor. The two men stopped and scented.

“He’s in a room to the right,” the Enforcer said at last. Draven and the Enforcer skirted the mass of scantily clad dancers, illuminated by flashing lights. When they had almost reached the wall, Draven caught Ander’s scent again.

The two men paused at a green door, and again at one painted red. The Enforcer pointed at the door and they entered. They plunged into the darkness within. Even Superiors hadn’t developed eyesight to combat such utter blackness, and they relied on smell alone. The basement smelled of mildew and disuse, and Ander’s smell signaled clear as a beacon. They descended another staircase and were on the man.

Ander leapt at them, knocking Draven flat with his unexpected attack. Draven hit the floor hard and slid across the damp concrete. The Enforcer caught Ander in the dark and Ander fell on him, sinking his teeth into the smaller man. The smell of the Enforcer’s blood, bitter and metallic, hit Draven with a strength that burned his nostrils. He sprang to his feet and flew at Ander. Connecting with his target, he tore the shirt from the larger man and began twisting his arm.

Ander was a Second Order Superior, strong and well-fed. He must have been feeding on his own property to become so powerful, and he’d become more powerful still when he’d bitten an Enforcer. He flung Draven off and was up the stairs and through the door before Draven could recover.

“Do you need assistance, sir?” Draven asked quickly.

“Get him,” the Enforcer said from the floor. Draven sprang up the stairs and scanned the room of dancers. He couldn’t smell Ander among the bodies, but he could follow the smell of the Enforcer’s blood. He scanned the room for the metallic odor. He had almost given up when a faint whiff caught his attention. He followed it up a flight of stairs and into a restaurant at street level. The place, occupied by only a few Superiors playing games during working hours, seemed strangely quiet after the noise of the club below. Draven scanned the room, but the smell had vanished. Usually he could detect a scent as well as most of his kind, but this time he failed. Not even the slightest trace of the Enforcer’s blood-scent found his nostrils.

He waited a long time before descending the two flights of stairs. He had failed in his first attempt at helping the Enforcers catch a criminal. The thrill of the chase vanished when the chase proved fruitless. When he opened the red door, the smell within hit him like a blood bank delivery truck. He made his way quickly and located a flashlight in the Enforcer’s belt. He switched it on. The Enforcer lay prone on the floor, his eyes open.

“Do you need medical assistance, sir?”

“He tore open my shoulder and I can’t reach it,” the man answered. “Can you close the wound? If you can’t, I’ll wait for MedAssist.”

“Yes, sir.” Draven bent over the officer. The extent of the wound surprised him. He worked quickly, not relishing the work as he would closing a human wound. He hated seeing how much the injury had weakened the brave Enforcer and how much blood puddled on the floor under him. The Enforcer lay still, breathing hard as Draven’s tongue moved over the torn flesh from neck to shoulder blade. When he had finished, Draven sat up.

Draven paused before admitting his lowly position. “I am of the Third Order, sir.” He stood stiffly and waited for the reaction, but the Enforcer’s face remained impassive.

“Of course. Unfortunate, though. I think you’d make a good one with some training. Would you like to eat with me?”

“Oh—I’m not accustomed to dining with Enforcers, sir. I’m afraid I’m quite unprepared.”

The Enforcer laughed again and clapped Draven on the shoulder. “Relax, inspector. I need nourishment as quickly as possible. It’s nothing to get dressed up for.”

“I’d be honored.” Draven followed the Enforcer up the stairs and through the club. The sky to the east showed a streak of blue. “There is a small eatery above the club, sir,” he told the Enforcer.

Inside, the Enforcer ordered four cans of sap and sat down at a small table. Draven had forgotten that some people preferred the convenience of a meal in a can instead of lingering to enjoy it from the source. He hated the stale taste of canned sap, like something essential had been stripped from it. But under the circumstances, perhaps he’d have done the same.

The Enforcer popped the top of the first can and downed it without pausing. Then he looked at Draven. “Will you have anything?”

Draven looked down. “I used my ration card already, sir.” He wondered if the Enforcer could read the deceit in his face. He knew they received training in lie detection. He wasn’t exactly lying—he had used his ration card. He’d also used a few rations beyond his card. Now that the rush had left him, the drugged sap began to make his thoughts sluggish.

“I write this off, compensation for a business related injury. You closed my shoulder wound, and you should be quite a bit stronger for having ingested some of my blood. But if you would like, I’d be happy to repay your kindness by adding another ration tonight. Might as well show you a kindness in return.”