Street Magic Part 28

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"What did you do to her, you f.u.c.king b.a.s.t.a.r.d?" Jack demanded, tears streaking down his flushed face. In this nightmare, his face still held a plump gleam of childhood, but his eyes were Jack's eyes, ageless and merciless as primordial ice.

Kev dealt him a backhanded blow, a fistful of silver rings leaving a welt on Jack's cheek. "You show some respect to the man what keeps a roof over your s.h.i.+ftless head!" Kev hissed. "What do you do? You're too clumsy to steal and too ugly to be turned out. You're just a little lump of s.h.i.+t on my boot."

"I swear, if you've hurt her again&" Jack trembled all over, as if he were in the middle of a blizzard. "s.h.i.+ftless and ugly or not, I'll turn you in. I'll run out this door and go to the police box and when you're rotting in jail I'll take all that money you stole from Mum and I'll pay a f.u.c.king skinhead to be your boyfriend until you're a f.u.c.king cripple!"

Pete, examining Jack, decided he couldn't have been more than ten or eleven. She pressed a hand over her mouth to keep herself steady.

Kev grabbed Jack by the hair, producing a flick-knife and pressing it against Jack's throat. "Sit down, boy," he said. Soft and pleasant, like the warning hiss of a snake. "You move a hair, and I'll slit her from ear to ear, like the pig she is." He sat Jack on the couch, where the boy folded like stiff cardboard, and knelt with legs on either side of Jack's mother, pressing the knife to her throat.



"Now you keep your eyes open," said Kev. "Eyes open, and watching. I'm giving you a lesson, boy." He loosed the b.u.t.ton fly on his shorts, the knife steady against Jack's mother's neck.

"Don't&" Jack's voice strangled.

Kev pushed the woman's dress up to her waist. "Did I hear a please, Jackie? Good boys say please." He grinned, sliding a hand over Jack's mother. She moaned feebly, but didn't try to fight him off. "That's the lesson," Kev said, still smiling. "Teach you again and again, if I must."

Jack's eyes went vacant, the whites crawling in to blot out the blue, and he began to shake.

"Stop." Pete reached out and grabbed Kev's knife arm, but he batted her off as if she weighed a kilo. Pete stumbled into the credenza, sending a crack pipe and some gla.s.s figurines cras.h.i.+ng to the floor.

"Don't interfere," Kev said, leveling his knife at her. "This isn't your show." interfere," Kev said, leveling his knife at her. "This isn't your show."

Pete pushed herself up and came at him again, swinging for the hateful smile, and again he pushed her back, lifting her clean off her feet. He was so strong, the strength of a child's nightmare.

"You're not my demon," Pete said, as Kev pushed the knife tighter against Jack's mother's throat. "Jack wasn't afraid of you. Jack wouldn't be afraid of a p.i.s.s stain like you, not even then."

"You're afraid of me, missy," said Kev with certainty. He looked up and started as he saw Jack standing inches from him, eyes totally white. "I told you stay put, you little freak!" afraid of me, missy," said Kev with certainty. He looked up and started as he saw Jack standing inches from him, eyes totally white. "I told you stay put, you little freak!"

He started to say more, but his throat twitched and closed, and he dropped the flick-knife to claw at his breast over his heart. Robotically, Jack picked up the flick-knife and put the business end into Kev's neck, the arterial blood was.h.i.+ng the wall, Jack, and his mother in a graceful arc. She let out a feeble cry and covered her eyes.

Jack crouched on his heels, watching with unblinking attention until Kev's last ounce of life ran out of him and stained the cheap carpet with wine. "You're right," he told Pete finally, his voice thin and not all present. He picked up the flick-knife, cleaned it on his sleeve, and tucked it away. "I stopped being afraid of monsters. The shadows, the transparent voices I heard& they told me how to keep the monsters back. And I listened. I learned. When did you first feel it, Pete? This was my day."

"You're not here," Pete said. "That much I know. Tell me. Please? I'm running out of time so fast, Jack&"

"I see you," young Jack said solemnly. "I see you doomed by your need to help me. You'd rush headlong in front of a train."

"Into h.e.l.l," Pete answered.

"What do I do to earn your loyalty?" Jack crossed his thin little arms. "You s.h.i.+ne."

"You don't make it easy, that's for b.l.o.o.d.y sure," Pete said. "But n.o.body deserves what Treadwell plans, Jack. Not even you." She touched the little boy on the shoulder, and he winced. "You don't have such a dark heart as you think, Jack. Hope someday you see that."

Jack pointed to the locked door, now grown iron and arched, a portal bound up in magic.

"Through there," he said. "I'm there. Be careful, Pete."

"Of what?" she said, standing slowly from the ruin of gla.s.s where she'd landed.

Jack blinked his white eyes. "You look into Treadwell, not as Jack sees him, but as magic does. And when you do it, he can see you, too, Pete. All of you."

Pete put both her hands flat on the door. It was cold, a cold of old things with no s.p.a.ce in the real. "b.l.o.o.d.y wonderful," she muttered before she put her hands on the ma.s.sive twin latches and pushed the door free.

Chapter Forty-five

Stepping back into a graveyard caused her to stumble, because it was a calm spring night and not the boiling, fiery center of Jack's terrors she'd envisioned.

A gaslight flickered blue, casting the whole scene in black-and-white film, all shades of bright and shadow that danced in time with the flame.

Pete walked across the gra.s.s to a single headstone; crooked and tilted to one side, planted in the earth long enough to get comfortable. Jack stood, his head bowed, hair white in the light of the lamp. He stared down at the gravestone without breathing, without even a wind to move his coat. If not for the cigarette curling smoke slowly upward, he might have been a ghost himself.

Next to him, Pete stopped. "It's really you, then."

Jack nodded once, chin tucking down against his chest. Blue slivers of magic sluiced off him, burning away like sparks in the cool air. "Really here. Just like you."

The magic glowed all over him, the spirit raven a corona that Pete watched fill up with black as if something had spilled ink across Jack's ghost-form, pulsing and retreating and growing again. The taint caused a physical ache in Pete, a feeling of loss.

"We'd better hurry and get out of here," Pete said. "Wake up, or go away from the light, or whatever it is you do& here."

Jack made a bitter noise in his throat. "I never asked you to come after me, Pete. You die just like the rest of us."

Pete felt her mouth open, forced it shut quickly. "Jack, I didn't endure pain and kidnapping and ma.s.sive internal bleeding so that I could come here and be snarled at. Now come come, before Treadwell finds you."

"He wants to take my body as a vessel," Jack said. He raised his head and confronted Pete with a face of hollows behind his cigarette. "Could you do it, Pete? If Treadwell wore my face? Could you kill him?"

Pete answered without thinking, too quickly. "No. I could never make my nightmare real, Jack. Not again."

He sneered. "Then what good are you?" The cigarette sailed away into the gra.s.s, trailing embers. "My nightmare is real, Pete. How's your grand plan to save me working so far?" nightmare is real, Pete. How's your grand plan to save me working so far?"

Pete looked at the headstone, realized with a start that the broad letters carved into it were familiar.

Jack Winter Born 15 June Died

But the date was scratched out. Pete faced Jack, reaching for his wrist. "You're not dead."

"Might as well be," he muttered. "What a life I've led. Every breath, every kick and scream against the p.r.i.c.ks, all down to nothing, just a funeral no one will ever see for a man n.o.body cares about."

"Oh, b.u.g.g.e.ring f.u.c.k f.u.c.k," Pete shouted. "You cannot cannot expect me to believe that you're actually feeling expect me to believe that you're actually feeling sorry sorry for yourself, you stupid sod! Look at me! I've f.u.c.king killed myself over you, and all that time I thought you'd already gone I carried that wound close, never let you fade all the way to memory because you were all I had to convince myself that for yourself, you stupid sod! Look at me! I've f.u.c.king killed myself over you, and all that time I thought you'd already gone I carried that wound close, never let you fade all the way to memory because you were all I had to convince myself that maybe maybe there was something out there beyond living and dying with just gray in between!" She grabbed Jack, shook him, fighting against fingers numb from encroaching pa.s.sage to the land of the dead. there was something out there beyond living and dying with just gray in between!" She grabbed Jack, shook him, fighting against fingers numb from encroaching pa.s.sage to the land of the dead.

"I cared for you so much it nearly drove me mad," Pete whispered. "So, you see, you can't leave. You simply can't."

Jack sighed. "Sometimes the thing you want won't be yours, no matter how hard you grasp onto it, Pete. This is the end. You'd do well to walk away before any hope of saving you has pa.s.sed. Leave me to Treadwell, and go get on with your life."

You should heed the young man. Treadwell formed out of the crackling power in the air, a sure form of a man here, simply silver and ephemeral. He wore a frock coat and his long hair was combed back from a broad forehead. His eyes lit hungrily as he gazed upon Jack.

"I don't understand," Pete whispered. "You came to fight, Jack, and now you're giving up."

Mr. Winter is both a product and a victim of his fears, as we all are, Treadwell said, folding his hands and looking pleased. In the end he has nothing-not faith, not hope, not love. Just fear, and fear is the most powerful agent of all In the end he has nothing-not faith, not hope, not love. Just fear, and fear is the most powerful agent of all.

He stepped forward, pa.s.sing through Jack's headstone. lime has come, Mr. Winter, for you to step aside and for me to step in lime has come, Mr. Winter, for you to step aside and for me to step in.

Jack nodded numbly, opening his arms. "I'm yours."

Pete cast desperately, but the graveyard was totally empty except for Jack's headstone, lone and neglected.

"Jack," Pete said. Treadwell paused in front of him, raising one palm to brush his fingers over Jack's face. Jack didn't flinch even as ice crystals grew on his brow, but he did when Pete gripped his hand. "You're not alone," Pete said, all resolve to keep calm gone. She heard her voice through a tunnel, knew she was slipping away. "That's it, isn't it-dying and more than dying, dying alone."

Keep out of this, Treadwell hissed. He raised his hands heavenward and began to chant, the incantation rising around Pete and Jack like a black mist, a swarm of dark magic.

Pete squeezed Jack's hand, hard as she could. "You're not not alone," she told him. "If you've made up your mind to die, then I'll be with you here, until the end. I'd follow you into death if that's what you asked, Jack. Heaven, h.e.l.l. Anywhere at all." alone," she told him. "If you've made up your mind to die, then I'll be with you here, until the end. I'd follow you into death if that's what you asked, Jack. Heaven, h.e.l.l. Anywhere at all."

Silence! Treadwell screamed. The smoke rose and formed, an exact replica of Jack, featureless and incorporeal. I I will will gain a form. Do not test me gain a form. Do not test me.

Pete held Jack's hand, barely felt herself trembling as she made her peace, let the strands already slipping through her fingers float away. So be it So be it. "Anywhere at all," she repeated.

Jack shuddered and sighed, drawing in a ragged breath. "Oh, Pete," he murmured. "Why didn't you just give up on me?"

Pete smiled at him; saw a tiny lift in his shoulders. "You told me we'd see it through together. I believed you."

Fire flamed to life in Jack's eyes and he turned on Treadwell. "Thought you'd trap me in the thin s.p.a.ce and take my body? Lovely plan, if a bit flawed in the fact that I am not going to b.l.o.o.d.y let you anywhere near me."

Treadwell smiled, the expression on him truly terrifying. Too late for theatrics, Winter. Too late, too late, always too late Too late for theatrics, Winter. Too late, too late, always too late. He muttered, Victus Victus. The smoke flowed into Jack, through his nose and mouth, through his eyes. Jack went to his knees, choking, gagging, and Pete saw the aura of magic around him flare and begin to change to ice-bred silver, the raven overtaken by a ravening wolf, starved and trailing spittle from its maw.

Submit to me, crow-mage, Treadwell said. And your soul's pa.s.sage to the land of the dead will be swift And your soul's pa.s.sage to the land of the dead will be swift.

"Leave him alone!" Pete screamed. The smoke engulfed Jack wholly, and he stopped fighting as Treadwell watched grimly, with the kind of terrible satisfaction vengeance brings over a person.

You are too late, Treadwell whispered, already beginning to thin around the edges as Jack began to strengthen, stop choking, and stand upright. Helpless little thing. How I pity you Helpless little thing. How I pity you.

The cemetery scene washed out, the ink of nightmares running off the page, and Pete felt the cord, frayed down to a few strands, pull her backward and away. She reached for Jack, tried desperately to stay, but he stood tall now, Tread-well's magic in him.

"I'm sorry&" Pete called. "I'm sorry&"

And she woke. The pain from the knife wound was incendiary, blade still lodged in her stomach. She pressed down on the cut and pulled the knife out, wincing as a dribble of dark red-black blood came with it. Pain was good, Pete reminded herself. Pain means you are not in shock, that you have a chance to stand up and walk away. Still, she retched from dizziness as she tried to sit up, and fell again, body shrieking alarm.

Beside her, Jack stirred and then opened his eyes, sucking in air as if he'd forgotten how. His eyes were gray and ringed, s.h.i.+ned like two-pound coins, and the smile that split his face was cruel as a straight razor.

"Treadwell," Pete said, her voice thickened with shock.

"My stars," said Treadwell softly, through Jack's lips. The voice was Jack's, but also not Jack's, the accent lilting into something musical and antiquated instead of a Manchester drawl, timbre scaling downward into menace. "If someone had told me what abominable condition the crow-mage had left himself in, I would have attempted this with another candidate entirely."

He blinked and looked all around, eyes widening. "I say, who are these people?"

Pete saw no one except the few sorcerers who had remained, al! watching anxiously just out of arm's easy reach. "Master& ?" one said hesitantly. "Master Treadwell, is there anything you need?"

Treadwell groaned and pressed a hand against Jack's wound, slicking his palm with blood. "A surgeon, you fool. Fetch me a surgeon before I pa.s.s through the bleak gates a second time!" He shook his head, scrubbing at his eyes with the back of Jack's hand. "Who are are these silent, staring imbeciles? Why are they permitted to bear witness?" these silent, staring imbeciles? Why are they permitted to bear witness?"

Pete pushed harder against her wound and spoke. "You didn't know? About Jack's sight, I mean."

Treadwell turned on her with a hiss, his eyes flaring silver. "What do you speak of&" And then he cried out and threw his hands over his eyes, stumbling away from Pete. "Treachery! What are you, woman?"

"You see me," Pete repeated the words of the child in Jack's nightmare, of Bridget and Patrick and Diana. "You know what I am, Treadwell."

Treadwell gasped, and pulled himself straight, staring at her with one hand shading his eyes. "A speaker for the old ones. Of course. How else would Winter have bested me me?"

"You think about that for a minute, Algy." Pete tossed her head with a carelessness she did not feel, one that sent rolling breakers of nausea all through her. "You can have Jackyou do do have Jack, and his talents. You can have his sight and his body that's probably going to give out on you in another ten or fifteen yearsyou didn't know back in the old days what long-term heroin abuse will do to a person." She got to one knee, putting all her weight on a headstone have Jack, and his talents. You can have his sight and his body that's probably going to give out on you in another ten or fifteen yearsyou didn't know back in the old days what long-term heroin abuse will do to a person." She got to one knee, putting all her weight on a headstonesteady, Peteand even though unconsciousness seemed like a blessed port she stood, and faced Treadwell.

"His sight almost drove him mad, and that was with a lifetime of practice, of years and years and b.l.o.o.d.y decades decades to try to control what he sees. With you coming into it all at once, Treadwell&" She managed to shake her head. "It doesn't look sunny for you, mate." to try to control what he sees. With you coming into it all at once, Treadwell&" She managed to shake her head. "It doesn't look sunny for you, mate."

"I have seen the dead!" Treadwell bellowed. "I know what phantoms may appear! I am not frightened by death!"

"No, 'course not," Pete said. "That's why you tried so b.l.o.o.d.y hard to cheat it. You're a terrible liar, Treadwell. You see the shades even now, all around us, and you can't shut them off. Nothing Nothing shuts them off. Jack used the needle every day for twelve years and even that didn't shuts them off. Jack used the needle every day for twelve years and even that didn't completely completely take the sight away. So you're welcome to itsit there in your rotting body and be reminded every take the sight away. So you're welcome to itsit there in your rotting body and be reminded every second second of what's waiting for you when it ends." of what's waiting for you when it ends."

Treadwell's eyes narrowed and he stepped toward Pete, obvious from the set of his shoulders that he thought he frightened her. "A woman who talks as much as you is surely bargaining, Weir. What do you propose for me?"

This was the place she should have come the first time, Pete thought. The last dozen years were a borrowed echo, a desire not to see the true road to her death.

"Me," she said, her voice coming out a whisper. "Use me, Treadwell. Give Jack back the time he has left and take me. I'm strong. I have power." Admitting it nearly broke her, a final dismantlement of the careful construct she'd placed around her mind after the first ritual. "I have all the power you'll ever need, Treadwell. You can shape me any way you like. Take me."

Treadwell considered for only a second, his gaze gleaming with a hunger that was nearly palpable. "I accept."

"Master&" the sorcerer started. Treadwell turned on him.

"I am am your master now! your master now! Keep silent Keep silent!" The sorcerer cowered. Treadwell's eyes rolled back in his head and he exhaled, silver smoke running out of Jack's mouth and nose and silver tears coursing down his cheeks. It crossed the small s.p.a.ce between them, unbelievably cold, it should be killing her, something this cold. Pete's lungs seized as crystalline chill spread across her skin, her face, and she felt Treadwell all through her, a malignant reptile mind, power and ice.

Dimly, she watched Jack shake himself awake, take in the scene, grab his hair in anguish as Treadwell's soul flowed through her, freezing and killing her. It's all right It's all right, Pete thought, wis.h.i.+ng she could speak.

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