The Underground City (3 page)

“So
you’ve said,” Herbert interrupted, waving his hand impatiently as if to say I needed to get on with it.

“Um,
so once we entered the tent and made it through the hurricane of souls, one of the demons …”

“Kipur,”
Tallis corrected me.

“Kipur
started giving us trouble with the soul,” I continued. Herbert Hooter apparently still found my narration too slow because he waved his hand dismissively and even sighed. “So, once we got the soul into the glass vial that Tallis brought with him, we were ready to leave
Freak Show
,” I persisted. “But on our way out, Ragur, the other clown, ambushed and attacked us.”

“How
did he do that?” Herbert asked, not looking up from his note taking.

In
reality, Ragur jumped on Sherita and knocked her down, but seeing as how I wasn’t supposed to mention her name, I opted for a little white lie of omission. “Um, he jumped on one of us.”

“Which
one of you?” Herbert demanded.

“I,
uh, I can’t recall now,” I answered sheepishly, feeling heat beginning to build in my cheeks. For as much as I disliked lying, I also wasn’t very good at it. Herbert looked unconvinced and I realized I had better explain myself. “Everything happened so quickly, some of it is still a little blurry.”

“Okay,”
Herbert said with a sigh of irritation as he wrote my words down anyway. “Then what happened?”

“Then
we defended ourselves against Ragur,” I finished.

“The
demon beset oos,” Tallis interrupted. “Once it attacked oos, all bets were off.”

“That’s
very nice, Mr. Black, but I can’t put that in my document, now can I?” Herbert asked. “I need details here, people!” he exclaimed as he rolled his eyes and faced each one of us. “Details!”

“Ah
severed Ragur’s head with mah sword,” Tallis interjected. I watched Herbert’s jaw go tight as he wrote down Tallis’s gruesome words. “Once Ragur was dead, Kipur came at oos,” Tallis continued. “He was goin’ ta slit Lily’s throat so she killed him with her sword.” It was more truthful to say that Tallis actually killed Kipur with my sword. Tallis had previously bathed my sword in his own blood, ensuring it had a special connection to him. Using that connection, Tallis was able to manipulate my sword even when he wasn’t holding it. The end result was that Kipur was dead and although I had been the one holding my sword, Tallis had been controlling it.

“Very
good,” Herbert said as he finished writing and faced me expectantly. “And the heads?” he asked, his eyebrows arched. “Alaire noted that the bodies were found, but the heads of the two clowns were missing?”

“Aye,”
Tallis responded. “Ah took them as trophies.”

Herbert
swallowed hard, writing the note in his document. Then he glanced up at Tallis with a hurried smile. “Trophies … how very barbaric of you, sir.” Taking a deep breath, he turned to face me again. “Finally, what became of the soul you retrieved? Your computer file does not reflect the successful completion of your mission?”

That
was because Sherita took off with the soul as revenge for an occasion when Tallis stole a soul from her. “Right,” I said with a glance at Tallis because I wasn’t sure what more to say, or not say, on that point.

“Was
or wasna the soul returned ta Afterlife Enterprises?” Tallis demanded of Herbert.

“Yes,
it was,” Herbert answered, nonplussed.

“Then
ye have yer answer,” Tallis finished, his jaw tight. “Whether or not ’twas credited ta Lily, the soul was rightfully restored. End o’ story.”

Herbert
just nodded hurriedly and tucked his pen back underneath the clip on his board, before standing up and looking at me. “I imagine this incident will result in a mere warning, Ms. Harper, rather than an actual infraction. Just be more careful next time; and do try to stay out of trouble.” He cleared his throat. “Remember, three warnings equal an infraction; and two infractions means you’re headed to Shade.”

“What?”
I demanded. This was the first time I’d ever heard this and I couldn’t help the shiver that ran up my spine. Two infractions didn’t sound like much when it came to leniency. “No one ever mentioned infractions or warnings.”

“Well,
then consider yourself lucky that I’m mentioning them now,” Herbert responded.

“What’s
considered an infraction?” I continued, suddenly feeling worry bubbling up inside my stomach. It seemed like every time I turned around, there was some new bit of information regarding my post of Soul Retriever that Jason Streethorn had failed to mention.

“Killing
residents of the Underground City, for one,” Herbert responded with a frown. “Other infractions can include failing to retrieve a soul on two or more missions. Those are the big ones.”

“Hmm,”
I grumbled as I wondered if I were destined for Shade no matter what. Herbert Hooter, apparently feeling his job here was done, started for the front door. He opened it, but before leaving, faced me again with a hurried and very counterfeit smile. “I am sure we will be in touch.”

“In
the third circle am I of the rain eternal, maledict, and cold, and heavy.”
– Dante’s
Inferno

TWO

When my alarm went off the next morning, it was easy to get up because I wasn’t able to sleep all night. I tossed and turned, afraid I might sleep right through the persistent buzzing of the alarm, which would, no doubt, awaken the wrath of the Titan known as Tallis Black. I stretched my arms over my head and noticed it was still dark outside. The nascent glow of the sun was just making itself known, peeking out from the horizon of the Meadows, the quaint area of Edinburgh where I lived.

Trying
to avoid wasting any more time, I hopped out of bed and threw on my black yoga pants, socks, black-pink-and-green Asics tennies, a sports bra, and a loose-fitting, pink Roxy sweatshirt. Then I started for the bathroom. Before I forgot, though, I took a detour and stopped in front of Bill’s door, which was slightly ajar. I could hear the gravelly sound of his melodic snoring, periodically interrupted by a snort and then a little whimper. It sounded like he was having a nightmare. I knocked on his door. “Bill, it’s time to get up!” I called out in a cheery voice. I was already well aware that my guardian angel was anything but a morning person.

“Bloosgghlsf,”
he muttered indistinctly before rolling over and instigating a new wave of snoring that interrupted the peaceful morning.

“Bill!”
I yelled, knocking on the door more urgently. “Get up! We have to get going! Tallis is waiting for us!”

“Jesus!”
Bill grumbled in a sleep-heavy voice. The bed groaned again as he rolled over onto his other side.

“Bill!”
I screamed. “Wake up!”

“Why
the hell are you bangin’ on my door in the middle of the friggin’ night, woman?” he shouted back. “Don’t you know I got Sleepy Bear Syndrome?”

“You’ve
got what syndrome?” I snapped back, shaking my head because I could just imagine what random crap was about to spew forth from his mouth.

“Sleepy
Bear Syndrome,” he responded with a loud yawn. “It’s when you get super flippin’ pissed off after someone wakes you up while you’re sound-the-shit asleep!”

“Boo-hoo,”
I called back. “And for your information, it’s not the middle of the night. It’s five a.m. and the sun is about to rise so we need to get a move on,” I finished, now starting for the bathroom. “You better be up and dressed by the time I wash my face and brush my teeth, or I’m going to be pissed!”

“Yeah,
yeah, yeah,” he muttered and yawned again. I could hear the sound of the sheets rustling, though, so that must’ve meant he was probably getting up, or so I hoped. “Don’t go all Tiger’s wife mad on me, nips, I’m comin’.”

“I’ll
be back to check on you in five minutes,” I replied from my bedroom.

“Okay,
Mom! Sheesh, you’re like an alligator,” he grumbled, adding to himself, “shit, I got nap mouth.”

“An
alligator?” I repeated curiously as I began brushing my teeth. I was fully aware that the sound of the water would drown out Bill’s response but I couldn’t say I cared.

“Yeah,
one o’ those big, cranky green things that wants ta bite my head off first thing in the friggin’ mornin’,” he said, having obviously waited for me to turn the water off so I wouldn’t miss his puerile comment.

“You’ll
get over it,” I answered with a laugh. I splashed my face with cold water and felt around for the Neutrogena face wash. After pumping a few squirts into my hand and lathering my face, I heard the sound of Bill’s heavy footfalls entering my bathroom.

“’Kay,
I’m ready,” he announced as I dried off my face. He stood in the doorway, looking at me impatiently.

“Those
are the same clothes you wore yesterday,” I pointed out, noticing his camouflage shorts were wrinkled and didn’t look clean. His Megadeath T-shirt was in an even worse state—bearing the same ketchup spot that fell on it yesterday morning.

“So
the hell what?” Bill grumbled. He cupped his hand in front of his mouth and breathed into it, like he was checking to see if he had bad breath. His eyes went wide as he shook his head, indicating his breath was so foul, it could set an all-time record. “We’re just meetin’ up with Tido. Ain’t like I gotta purty myself up for him.”

“You
could at least brush your teeth for me.”

He
shook his head. “No can do. You’ll hafta deal with my stank mouth in return for gettin’ me up so damn early.”

Seeing
that the sun had already begun its ascent, I realized I didn’t have any time to argue with Bill about the merits of hygiene and cleanliness. “Okay,” I said, reaching for the iron blade Tallis gave me. Then I started for the living room. Being the largest room in the house, I figured it would offer us the most space for incising a portal into the haunted forest.

“How
in the hell is that thing s’posed ta work?” Bill asked as he followed me.

I
shrugged, having no experience with portal-cutting iron blades at all and had no clue if the thing would work at all. I was only going on what Tallis told me. “Tallis said I’m supposed to just hold it out straight in front of me, like this,” I said, before standing with my feet shoulder-width apart and holding the blade out. “Then, I guess I just slice in a downward motion, and the blade should open a portal in the air.” Obeying my own words, I was amazed when the blade actually did what it was supposed to do.

“Holy
guacamole,” Bill whispered, also visibly in awe. We both watched the air separate as if it were a piece of paper that had just been cut in half. The image of my living room was divided by a sliver, maybe two feet long and one foot wide. Inside the sliver, I glimpsed the darkness of a forest, the Dark Wood, where Tallis lived.

“Now,
I guess we go in,” I said. Just then, I noticed that I cut the portal a little too high up in the air, meaning Bill and I would have a hard time climbing through it. Hoping to remedy the situation, I brought the iron blade to the bottom of the cut I’d already made, and continued slicing through the air in a downward motion to lower the portal and give us easier access. “Now we go in,” I corrected myself with a smug smile.

“Chicks
first,” Bill announced and I responded with a frown. Placing the blade into the pocket of my sweatshirt, while my heart hammered with anxiety as well as adrenaline, I stepped into the open portal. The prick of cold air chilled me as soon as my leg made contact with the forest, but I forced myself onward. When my foot touched down on the forest floor, I balanced my weight and maneuvered the rest of my body through the opening.

“Everything
okay in there?” Bill called out, sounding nervous.

“Yes,
hurry up!” I responded, feeling irritated by his incessant cowardice. “You can’t be killed so what are you worried about?”

“Just
’cause I can’t be killed doesn’t mean I like scary-ass shit jumpin’ out at me,” he yelled back. Eventually, I watched his pudgy leg entering the portal. It was followed by his equally fleshy arm. His fingers were stretched out and he kept moving his hand around, as if he were trying to locate something. Assuming we were already late, I grabbed Bill’s hand and pulled him toward me, watching as he collapsed onto the forest floor. The portal instantly zipped itself shut behind us.

“’Tis
aboot bludy time,” Tallis’s voice bellowed through the tranquil air.

Turning
around, I found him standing behind Bill and me. He was wearing a black kilt, with a sporran around his waist, and his sword strapped securely in a scabbard across his naked chest. His eyes narrowed and his face took on an expression that said he wasn’t pleased. “Hi,” I said, smiling sheepishly. I couldn’t deny feeling intimidated around Tallis.

“Hi
yerself,” the Scotsman ground out.

“How
the hell did you know we were comin’ through here, He-Man?” Bill asked, planting his plump hands on his ample hips.

“Whenever
the blade moves,” Tallis replied as he gestured toward my pocket, “Ah am alerted.”

“Coolio,”
Bill responded. “It’s like: Beam me up, Tally.” Then he laughed at his own joke and added, “Tally-ho!”

Tallis
frowned at the much smaller man before turning his scowl towards me. “Ah told ye ta arrive at first light.” He glanced up at the sun, which was now beaming brightly at the top of the sky. He stared at me with a sour expression before turning on his heel and walking away, without waiting for either of us.

“Nice
ta see you too, Shrek!” Bill called out behind Tallis, but the grumpy giant didn’t respond. He just marched forward, with enormous strides that Bill and I struggled to follow. At the sound of rustling in the bushes nearby, I glanced over and barely caught sight of two or three Grevels.

Grevels
were demons; and even though it was forbidden by Afterlife Enterprises, Tallis kept a handful of them as pets. Unlike tame, friendly dogs, however, Grevels were, by nature, ferocious. They stood about as tall as a Labrador retriever, but that’s where the similarities ended. Unlike a Lab, Grevels were hideous to look at. Hunched over with misshapen bodies, shiny, rust-colored scales covered most of their bodies and their limbs terminated into cloven hooves. As if their figures weren’t frightening enough, their faces appeared even worse. Rows of miniature, razor-sharp teeth filled their mouths and hot steam blew from their muzzles. Their eyes glowed red.

“Dude,
I think Bubba is canine whipped,” Bill whispered to me.

“Grevel
whipped,” I corrected him. “Demon whipped.”

“True
dat,” Bill said with a nod before clearing his throat. “An’ you better keep them ugly sons o’ bitches away from me, Hercules!” Bill yelled out to Tallis, who still had a good lead on us. Bill had gotten into a few run-ins with the Grevels the last time we traveled through the Dark Wood.

Tallis,
as expected, didn’t respond, but continued plodding forward, while we remained maybe four or five paces behind him. He weaved through the trees, over the rocks and through a few shallow puddles, with no pathway to follow. If I hadn’t known better, I might have thought he was lost …

After
hiking through an open meadow and taking a right around an enormous oak tree, I recognized Tallis’s home. It was a humble dwelling—more like a shanty than a house. The Grevels dispersed, and like tired dogs, lay down on the ground beneath the lush foliage. I stopped walking and watched Tallis remove the scabbard from his chest as he laid his sword against the log wall of his cabin.

“Dude,
you got anythin’ ta eat in that mansion o’ yours?” Bill asked as he scratched his head and his stomach growled audibly. “Pollyanna over here didn’t feed me breakfast this mornin’.”

Tallis
narrowed his eyes at Bill, but didn’t respond. Instead, he faced me. “Have ye broken yer fast, lass?”

I
swallowed hard, knowing Tallis wouldn’t approve of my response. “We didn’t have time to eat this morning.” Then I glanced over at Bill. “We were running late.”

“What?”
Bill asked innocently, shaking his head as he threw his hands into the air. “Way to row me downstream, sugar lips.” I assumed that phrase had something to do with selling him down the river, but wasn’t interested enough to ask. “Dude, all this mission shit we’re on is bogus. I’m startin’ ta get volunteer’s remorse.”

“You
didn’t volunteer for anything, Bill,” I pointed out. “You’re here because you have to be.”

“Whatevs,”
Bill said before frowning at me as if my point wasn’t a good one.

Tallis
glanced over with his jaw tight. “Ye have a long day ahead o’ ye, lass. Ye cannae expect yer body ta perform withoot givin’ it nutrients.” Opening the door to his home, his eyes remained on me. “Coome,” he said simply.

“Damn
right,” Bill interrupted as he started for Tallis’s cabin and I brought up the rear. “You got any o’ that squirrel stew, Conan?” Bill inquired once we were inside. Then, addressing me, he asked, “Was it squirrel stew last time? Maybe gopher?” He shrugged. “It was some little rodent with screwed up teeth.”