Chung Kuo - The Marriage Of The Living Dark Part 66

At the centre of that fiery circle was a darkness that blotted out that part of the planet that was directly behind it. A darkness filled with stars. For a brief moment that was all, and then, with a swiftness that made them gasp, two craft came through, looking all the world like ma.s.sive flying thrones. "What in the G.o.ds names are those?" Han Ch'in asked. But Kuei Jen simply laughed.

"If s the b.l.o.o.d.y US cavalry, thaf s what it is!"

DeVore stopped before the gla.s.s doors that marked the division between the company's outer offices and the inner sanctum and raised his gun, pointing it at the woman who stood behind them. "Emily?... I thought it was you."

THE MARRIAGE OF THE LIVING DARK.

Emily Ascher narrowed her eyes, staring at the man who was holding the gun on her and gave the barest shake of her head.

"Who are you?"

DeVore grinned. "Me? I'm your worst nightmare. That is, if you don't open those f.u.c.king doors right now."

"And if I do?"

"Then you get to live."

Her smile had steel in it. "Why don't you just shoot your way through?" "And have the police crawling all over the place? No. Besides, if s not you I want, if s your boss."

"Mister Josephs?"

DeVore gave a nod of acknowledgment. "He of the many-coloured coats." He raised his chin a little. "Why does he do that?"

"The coats?"

"Yes."

"A biblical allusion." No way was she going to tell the f.u.c.ker the real reason.

"Biblical?"

There was a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, as if she wasn't sure quite how mad he was, then she nodded. '^Joseph. You know. Son of Jacob. Sold into slavery by his brothers. Interpreter of dreams. He rose to become chief minister in ancient Egypt You must know the tale."

"Must P" DeVore's gun did not waver. "Open up. Or die." Emily hesitated a moment longer, then, shrugging, gave the command. , "Open up."

As the computer responded to her command, DeVore stepped through the slowly opening doors, tucking his gun back into his belt "Thank you," he said politely. "Now sit down, and don't touch anything unless I tell you to. I'd hate to have to hurt you," "Would you?"

That iron in her - that refusal to bow to him in any way -aroused him. It was what had always appealed to him abouther. So few of these mortals were like her. It made him want to have her there and then. But there was something else to do first. Something far more important.

"Call him. Tell him I want to meet him. Here."

"He won't come."

"Ask him. Let him make that decision."

She raised her eyebrows, then turned and tapped out a code on the keyboard in front of her. There was a moment's hesitation, then she turned back, frowning. "I can't seem to raise him. If s as if..."

Then there was a rapid beeping. She seemed almost to sigh with relief.

"Mister Joseph?"

But DeVore pushed her out of the way. "Joseph? If s me. DeVore. We need to talk."

It was Kim. He knew it as soon as he saw that face. Kim transformed, but still Kim. That knowledge hardened his resolve.

Joseph shook his head. "We've nothing to say."

"Oh, come now ... I think it could be one of the great conversations of all time, don't you? You could bring Master Tuan along and we could talk metaphysics."

Joseph laughed coldly. "From what I can make out, the only subject that interests you is ballistics."

Noting Joseph's background for the first time, DeVore frowned. "Where are you?"

"None of your business," Joseph answered, then, smiling, he cut the connection.

"Get him back!" DeVore snarled, turning on Emily.

But she merely pointed to the board where the flas.h.i.+ng light had now died.

"Looks like he's incommunicado."

He reached out and grabbed her about the neck, making her flinch. "You'll f.u.c.king get him here if if s the last thing you do!"

Li Yuan looked about him at the empty lobby, then stood. He had been told to sit exactly where he was or both the women would be killed, but he could no longer sit there and do nothing - though what he would do was a mystery even to himself.

The first DeVore had left him to be guarded by the other, but within moments of him going into the building, the other had given his warning and disappeared, saving he would be back very shortly.

That had been ten minutes back

Li Yuan pushed through the doors, then stopped, facing a scene of carnage. The guard behind the reception desk had been pulled right over his desk, garrotted. Two more security men had been knifed and left for dead. A cleaner, taken by surprise as he came through the far door, had been throttled. And here, at the foot of the stairs that led up to the gla.s.s doors of the company's inner sanctum, lay another guard, a look of shock in his eyes, his hands locked about the knife that was embedded deep in his throat. Unsteady now, he walked across to the desk. The guard wore a holster. Gritting his teeth, he reached in and removed the weapon, then turned. The gun felt strange, unwieldy, in his hand. A dead man's gun. Unused to such violence, he found himself trembling as he climbed the central steps. The gun was loaded, but he did not know whether he could use it He had never fired a gun in anger, nor did he know if he could now. He would be justified in shooting the b.a.s.t.a.r.d, but whether he could actually do it was another matter. He felt sick to the pit of his stomach. Sick and afraid. I should have stayed in the lobby, he thought, wondering what in the G.o.ds' names had made him follow DeVore. Or better yet made a run for it. Coming out onto the level he paused. There was no sign of anyone beyond the open doors. And then he saw them, on the far side of the open-plan office, the woman crouched over a communicator while DeVore held a gun to the back of her head. He felt his nerve give. His legs wanted to buckle.

No, he told himself, closing his eyes. Face it. Conquer it. Li Yuan swallowed silently, then took another step, fearing that at any moment DeVore would turn and see him.

He could barely hold the gun now, he was shaking so much. You have to do this, he told himself, reminding himself why he'd come, or h.e.l.l just go on. h.e.l.l Ml you if you don't. And the girl. The thought of DeVore harming the girl, more than any thought for himself, gave him strength. He could do this.

He took another step, and then another. He was inside the inner sanctum now, nothing between him and DeVore but thin air. A single shot would end it Li Yuan raised his left hand up to steady his right, to try to keep the d.a.m.n thing still, yet even as he did, DeVore yelled and stepped back, aiming a mighty backhander at the woman that sent her sprawling. "Can't you do a single f.u.c.king thing right!"

He kicked her aside, then began to operate the keyboard himself. "Come on, you b.a.s.t.a.r.d! Come on!"

He saw the woman begin to climb up, something in her hand, and at that moment something strange happened, for DeVore's arm seemed to grow into a spike that transfixed the woman clean through the chest.

Li Yuan blinked, unable to believe what he had seen. The woman had been lifted into the air and seemed to dance on the long, steel-like pole that now extended from DeVore's expanding body. Even as Li Yuan watched, wide-eyed, the man's clothes tore apart, a dark, rotund shape emerging from within. He dropped the gun and took a backward step. And then his legs did give. Before his eyes DeVore was changing ... becoming a great, leathery black bubble that swelled grotesquely to fill that whole side of the office, pressing up into the ceiling and bursting through, eight huge, steely limbs now extending from his twin abdomen.

Li Yuan pressed his face into the carpet, not wanting to see; afraid to see. And then some ancient instinct overtook him and, inch by inch, he began to crawl away from there, back to the stairs and out.

Away. Anywhere but away from the nightmare that was unfolding up ahead of him.

THE MARRIAGE OF THE LIVING DARK.

A security guard, watching idly at his desk, was the only one to see the huge thing burst through the mesh that covered the top of the building and climb out, its long, thin legs taking it quickly, gracefully to the edge of that ma.s.sive construction.

The man leaned forward, brus.h.i.+ng at the screen. "What the ...?" On the screen, the giant spider paused, then seemed to throw itself up into the air, swimming against gravity, ascending as if upon an invisible thread, its long legs spinning a web of force beneath it as it went. For a moment the man simply gaped, stupefied. Then, instinct taking over, he brought his hand down hard upon the pad, sounding the alarm.

DeVore steered the craft down onto the roof of the storage warehouse, then killed the engine, smiling as he unstrapped himself. He had all of the necessary doc.u.mentation. Now he only had to present it and the machine would be his.

There had always been a part of him that had known, but not until his twin arrived and spelled it out for him had he understood. This was why he was as he was. This was why he felt the black wind blowing at his back. He felt the spider shape flex inside his puny human frame and grinned. Downstairs, on storage level nine, was the no-s.p.a.ce s.h.i.+p. He had only to go and retrieve it and he could be out of here. Safe. Ready to fight another day. Things had gone wrong. Things had gone badly wrong, and no amount of tinkering could put that right. But next time...

He walked through, staring at the two women a moment, seeing the fear in their eyes. For a moment he thought of finis.h.i.+ng them, but he was beyond such pettiness right now. Turning from them, he pressed his hand against the pad on the hull and the hatch hissed open.

It was evening now and the sun was slowly setting. He stepped out, looking about him briefly at the bleak cityscape, then stepped down onto the roof.With any luck they'd kill his twin. Deal with him for him. And maybe that would satisfy them. Whatever, it would be good for him. Because he didn't like compet.i.tion. Not even from himself.

He turned, taking one last look at the world, glowering at the sun, then walked across and pulled open the door, going down into the building.

The two craft fell silently from the upper air, slowing as the great cityscape unfolded before them. Tientsin was directly beneath them now, the sea to their right Ahead, beyond the city, the mountains lifted into the blue. As they levelled out at ten thousand feet, Joseph gestured to Karr in the other craft.

"Gregor ... you go after the shuttle. We'll wait at the Temple." Karr gave a wave of acknowledgement as his craft peeled away, like a great chair gliding on the air.

Joseph turned to look at Jelka, smiling awkwardly at her. He was still not used to the way she looked at him, nor was he sure that he could even imagine what she was thinking, let alone feeling, only that he reminded her of what she had lost "Why the Temple?" she asked.

"Because it is the centre of all things."

"And you think DeVore will go there?"

"He will be drawn to it, if only because we are there."

She narrowed her eyes, then looked away.

"Jelka?"

She looked back. "Yes?"

"I wish Td known them."

"Yes ..." She paused, a small motion in her face showing how she fought briefly to control what she felt, then she smiled. "If we come through, I'll tell you of them. Or what I know, anyway. I didn't know K. long." He nodded, then looked back at the landscape below them. The Temple of Heaven was not far now. If one looked hard one could see it, just there beyond the southern city, in the great open s.p.a.ce between the southern sprawl and the towers of the financial district. The centre. Where it all began, if Master Tuan is right. And where it now must end.

"Dcuro?"

"Yes, Joseph?"

"Are you ready?"

Dcuro laughed. "Let him show me the whites of his eyes and I'll drill two holes in them!"

Wisps of black smoke, drifting out of nowhere, gusted in a wind that never ceased, blowing from the dark heart of nothingness. The great spider crouched on the mound, overlooking the ancient Temple, gnawing at the bones of its latest victim as it waited. The darkness between the stars called to it, making it ache to leap high, away from the pull of this tiny rock, away from the irritating heat of this paltry, insignificant star, out until it could drift, free of all forces, in the silent coldness where it had first begun.

Yet something kept it here. Some dark residual thing.

It looked up, frowning, its huge eyes focusing, and then it remembered.

The game. I have not finished the game.

They were standing between the pillars of the temple. Three of them. Jelka, the one who called himself Joseph, and one other, a Han by the look of him. He laughed, the noise issuing from his huge, beaked mouth like the raucous cry of a crow. Yet his voice, when it came, was still DeVore's voice. "The last stone," it said, casting the bones aside then stretching on its legs, so that it towered above both them and the Temple itself. "I have come to place the last stone on the board."

The Joseph one nodded, then stepped forward. He held something in his palm.

Something small and round and white.

A stone ...

"How quaint," it said, smiling ferociously.

It took a step towards them, then stopped, seeing the man's arm go back, to heft the stone into the air.

The explosion took off two of its legs. It staggered, keeping itself upright, then, furious, twisted its abdomen round to face them, ready to pierce the barrier and release the darkness that would annihilate them. Yet, even as it turned, it froze, as the air surrounding it s.h.i.+mmered and went solid. Jelka looked to Joseph, but he was staring, as if he did not understand what had happened. And then the air before them parted.

Jelka cried out; a sound both of pain and happiness.

"Kim!"

Joseph felt a ripple of pure fear run through him. It was Kim, and K. too, just behind him. But they were dead. He could see from the paleness of their skin, from the marks upon their flesh, that they were dead. "What have you done?" he asked.