Volume Nine
Chapter
Seventeen
Showdown
In which Dodger leads the charge
The
plan was fairly simple; Sir Rodger and Sarah would sneak onto the stage and
spring upon Rex, using the leverage of the dog’s life to bargain for the
prince’s release. Of course, everyone had a part to play, but those parts were
mostly backup for the young girl. Using Boon as a scout, Sir Rodger and Sarah
slipped to the back of the stage, hopefully where they could take Rex by
surprise. Meanwhile, Dodger and Al headed into the parapets to act as snipers,
in case someone in the crowd decided to get frisky. After rolling about in the
dirt until she covered most of her distinct markings, Lelanea intended to move
among the crowd as if she were just some random stray, helping with a ground
attack should the need arise.
The
Baron and Dodger easily made their way into the upper wall, sneaking past the
clueless men as they remained tightly focused on Rex’s speech. And Dodger
couldn’t blame them. The mutt had a natural charisma that kept everyone glued
to his every word, speaking with a passion and fervor that Dodger hadn’t seen the
likes of in an orator since his time with Crank.
Tyler
Crank. Now there was a man who could coax a crowd into doing his bidding. More
than once Dodger witnessed Crank work his aural magic on those poor
unsuspecting natives in some distant land. Many times it saved their hides,
too. It was easier to escape from a bunch of tribesmen when they thought you
were a god rather than a demon.
“You really think this is gonna work?” Al whispered
as he and Dodger followed the stairs that lead to the balcony.
“Sure,”
Dodger said. “Sarah is a heck of a shot with her bow and Sir Rodger talks a big
game. Between the two of them I am willing to bet Rex will give in to their
demands.”
“Yeah,
but do you think she will be able to pull it off. She’s just a whelp.”
“You
know her far better than I do. What do you think?”
The
man giggled softly for a few seconds. “I think she can do anything she sets her
mind to. Including putting an end to this nightmare.”
Dodger
stared at the dream Al for a moment, unsure just what that was supposed to mean.
He decided he was probably thinking about it too hard. “Go on to the east side.
I’ll cover the west. Wait for Boon’s signal, then follow Sir Rodger’s lead.”
“Sounds
like a plan,” Al said. The giggling man scurried off to the east side of the
balcony.
Dodger
followed the opposite path, taking to the west side of the parapets. He picked
a spot with a gap in the stonework, making it easier for him to watch the
proceedings. As he crouched and waited, he listened as Rex sketched the plans
for the future of the Kingdom
of Baker. All in all it
sounded like little more than a looting party followed by a slash and burn run
through the land. Dodger couldn’t imagine what would’ve become of Sarah’s mind
if this monster had been left to run through it unchecked. The knight had a
handle on things, true, but not even the great Sir Rodger could deny the value
of Arnold Carpenter and his crew’s assistance. In the middle of a rousing round
of applause, Dodger heard someone shout his name from below. He peeked over the
side of the balcony to find Boon giving him a thumb up; the signal that
everyone was in place. Dodger signaled in return, set the hammers on his guns
and waited for the fun to begin.
Once
the applause wound down, Rex returned to his speech. Mid sentence, the mutt’s
words halted abruptly, and the booming voice of Sir Rodger filled the yard.
“Gentlemen!”
the knight shouted. “May I have your attention?”
A
cry went up from the crowd as the men realized they had been infiltrated.
Sir
Rodger strode bravely onto the stage, his sword still sheathed, guns still
holstered, and his hands on his hips as he explained the situation.
“Many
of you know me,” the knight said. “And those who don’t, allow me to educate
you. I am Sir Rodger Dodger of the Royal Court of the Kingdom of Baker.
And you, my foul fellows, will surrender.” He turned and pointed to Rex as he
added, “Especially you, Evil One.”
Rex
chuckled at the idea. “And what makes you think I will just roll over and show
my belly to you, knight?” The mutt all but spat the last word, as if it left a
rank taste in his little mouth.
“Oh,
I don’t expect you to acquiesce to me. You will bow to the rightful heirs to
the throne, the prince and the princess. If you do not, I will arrange for the
death of you and all of your men.”
There
came a short pause, after which the dog set to laughing. This prompted the
other men to begin laughing as well, until the whole yard filled with the wild amusement
of fifty or more outlaws, criminals and wrongdoers.
Sir
Rodger stood at the head of this group, empty handed, with a smile on his face.
Dodger
had to admire the man’s confidence.
When
the laughter trickled to a few giggles, Rex stood on his high throne, glaring
at Sir Rodger. “And just how do you plan on doing that alone?”
“I
don’t plan on doing anything alone,” Sir Rodger said. “I plan on employing the
best of help. The assistance of my friends.”
“Showtime,”
Dodger whispered, and stood from his crouch.
Al
stood from his hidden spot across the way, aiming Sir Rodger’s pistols at the
crowd.
The
men below gasped at the sight of the gunmen.
“Try
not to be too shocked,” Al said. “I am sure your kind is used to being outsmarted.”
“It’s
Baron Jackson!” one of the men in the crowd yelled. “And Lord help us all, he’s
got a gun.”
“There’s
that traitor, too,” another man said. “I hear tale he dropped a whole dragon
with just half a dozen shots.”
“I
ain’t scared of them,” one of the men said.
A
sharp growling rose from the gathered men.
“That
wild devil dog is loose in the yard!” a man yelled.
“She
bit my gun right out of my hand!” another cried.
“Attack
them you fools,” Rex commanded. “They can’t kill you all at once.” He headed to
the little staircase parked next to his throne, when an arrow came out of
nowhere and landed with a soft thunk into the throne right between the dog’s
paws.
“I’d
stay put if I were you,” Sir Rodger said. “Or the next shot Princess Sarah fires
will land right between your beady eyes.”
There
came another pause, but instead of the yard erupting into another bout of
laughter, the onlookers shook with fear.
“I’m
getting out of here while I still can!” one of the men shouted.
“Me,
too!” another cried.
All
at once, the entire crowd rushed toward the exits, trying to flee the sudden
threat.
“Get
back here!” Rex cried to his men. “You cowards!”
Not
a single man drew a weapon. Not a one tried to defend himself. They all just
turned tail and ran like the cowards they were. Sir Rodger took his turn to laugh
aloud as Rex’s entire makeshift army took to the hills without a fight. Within
minutes the crowd of thugs had vanished, leaving the poor doggy on his own. Sure,
it was a fantasy reaction, but that was what Dodger was counting on. Rex’s
control of the dream was slipping, leaving him exposed and helpless. Sarah
would soon be entirely in control again and she could finally awaken at last.
“So,” Sir Rodger said, “are you ready to
surrender now?”
Rex
sat on his haunches and glared once more at the knight. “Did you think it would
be so easy?”
Sir
Rodger motioned to the empty hall. “Your men have fled. You are alone and
helpless. I can’t think of anything easier than that.”
“Then
think again, knight. My idiot minions might have abandoned me, but I am
anything but helpless.”
Rex
leapt straight up from his throne, rising a good ten feet into the air. There
he hovered, holding his little doggy legs out, shaking all over like he had the
fits. An ominous wind kicked up, whipping everything not nailed down all around
the yard. Rex continued to shiver and shake while a bloody froth poured from
his mouth.
“What
is happening to him?” Lelanea asked.
“He’s
changing,” the Baron said. “He’s taking on his true form!”
“Not
if I can help it,” Sir Rodger said.
Sir
Rodger took a few steps back, drew his blade then ran for the levitating mutt.
He swung his sword at Rex, only to have the strike repelled by some unseen
force. Dodger fired at the beast, and to his surprise his well placed shot fizzled
out the moment it came into contact with Rex’s skin. Another shot rang out,
this time from Al, and yet again the flames died once they touched the dog, and
the bullet clattered to the stage. Sarah even tried an arrow, but the wind
snatched it away before it could reach its target. After this display, Sir
Rodger sheathed his blade and scrambled from the stage, wisely choosing a
tactical retreat.
The
little dog opened his mouth and a thunderous voice poured forth. “Your weapons
are useless against me. Everything is useless against me. Behold! The true form
of the Evil One!”
What
happened next was a little hard for Dodger’s mind to follow. It was a lot like witnessing
Michael Walking Bear turn into a wolf, only instead of a larger dog, Rex became
something entirely different. His body split down the middle, and out of the
husk that was the little Chihuahua,
there crawled an enormous monstrosity.
The
thing had to be twenty times the size of Rex, with tree trunk sized haunches
and massive claws that pulled the remains of the little dog apart on its way
into Sarah’s nightmare. Three long, scaly necks slithered into view, each
sporting its own snarling head. Each head bore the familiar face of the Chihuahua, only on a
much larger scale, with gigantic teeth and huge burning red eyes. It cackled in
triple time, all three heads bellowing with a deep, evil laugh. All in all it
reminded Dodger of a creature he had read about a long time ago, but he
couldn’t quite put his finger on the name of the thing.
“And
now,” the creature said, with all three mouths at once, “I will eat your
pitiful prince and princess and become rightful ruler of the kingdom!”
Sir
Rodger wasted no time in his defense of the children. He drew his blade with a
cry and rushed forward to attack. He stabbed and thrust, dodged and ducked, putting
up a heck of a fight against the gigantic beast. Gunshots rang out as the Baron
joined in this epic battle, sending streaks of fire flying at the monster.
Arrows appeared here and there, barely coming into contact with the thick hide
of the beast before falling away. Dodger spotted Lelanea fighting off the
monster’s tail as it swiped at the cage holding the frightened prince. Before
he could raise his own gun, Dodger witnessed something that told them exactly
what they were up against, and why such tactics would be pointless.
Sir
Rodger landed a critical blow against the beast, slicing off one of the three
heads. He shouted a cry of victory and stood back as if to watch the monster
writhe in pain. Only it did something much worse. Along with a fountain of
sickly green blood, the stump erupted with two more heads. They slithered from
the open gash, like a fleshy flower putting forth blooms. The thing now roared
with four mouths as it lunged at the knight. Sir Rodger swung again, slicing
away yet another head. Two more snarling heads sprang up in its place.
Dodger
knew exactly what had to be done.
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