Volume Twelve
Chapter Fourteen
Into the Fray
(continued)
Dodger
grabbed the sides of his head, trying to block out the awful high pitched
noise. He saw Feng doing the same.
What is that? Feng said in
underspeak.
I don’t know, Dodger said.
Do you see what I see? Boon said,
joining the conversation.
What in the hell… Lelanea said
in a soft underspeak whisper almost lost to the piercing shriek.
Dodger
turned around to see what the fuss was about, surprised to see the battle had come
to a standstill. The circus folk had ceased fighting, everyone grabbing their
ears, trying to block out the terrible sound. The bulldog men also fell still,
but instead of covering their ears, they stared up as one, to the Phoenix, the
most probable source of the sudden, overbearing shriek.
What are they doing? Lelanea said.
Looks like some kind of trained
response?
Feng said. How do you feel, Lelanea? Any
desire to drool or bark?
A
low growl came across Dodger’s mind, suggesting Feng best watch his mental
mouth.
How are the homunculi reacting? Dodger said.
They aren’t, Boon said. I got them all. There were only a half dozen
or so.
Dodger
grinned. Good work. Maybe this is a form
of surrender? With their larger fighters gone, maybe they know they’ve been-
Oh, no, wait, Feng said. Something is happening.
Something
was indeed happening.
The
bulldogs shuddered and shook, much in the manner of Henry’s epileptic seizure.
Each dog man frothed at the mouth; a thick, pink foam dribbling from their
trembling lips. Their skin began to bubble and ooze, breaking open in large
tears.
Jesus, Boon said.
I doubt He has anything to do with this, Feng said.
The
overhead shriek began to flutter through an arpeggio, climbing and descending a
tight range of high pitched sounds. With this, the bulldogs tensed, each one
throwing his arms wide as his spine arched into a stiff curve. The foam pouring
from their mouths went from pink to deep red. Their skin split open, like
overripe fruit, tearing apart as something from deep inside pushed through.
Dodger’s eyes went wide as he spied a pair of tentacles whipping up from the
back of more than one bulldog.
Uncle was right, Lelanea said
in awe. I didn’t believe him.
What was that? Dodger said.
Uncle was right. He suspected the bulldogs
were just a larval state.
What does that mean? Boon said.
They are turning into the homunculi, Dodger said,
getting her implication. Dear God they
are turning into those monsters. He looked out across the battlefield. How many of those things are there?
At least a thousand left, Boon said. Maybe more. We cut down an awful lot of
them, but there are so many-
We have to get these folks out of here, Dodger said
over Boon’s thoughts.
Without
warning, the shrieking from overhead stopped, leaving a sudden and terrifying
vacuum in its place. One of the bulldogs all but exploded as it doubled in
size. Its hind legs shifted back in a sickening crunch of bone. Its torso extended,
tearing apart as new flesh emerged. Its head swelled and burst into that
familiar shape. A second pair of limbs unfolded from beneath its arms. A
wriggling pair of tentacles slithered from between its shoulder blades. Those
tentacles reached out, snatched up one of Thad’s men and ripped the poor dog
soldier in half. Sarah’s words suddenly echoed through his mind. Dodger wasn’t
sure which of his companions had said it, or if perhaps he thought it himself.
As if the man was a piece of paper.
The
beast roared, its shout echoing in the stunned silence of the gawking crowd. In
some twisted response to the beast’s loud cry, a resounding boom filled the air
above them, and with it the Phoenix exploded in a rain of fire and steel.
“Go!”
Dodger shouted to Torque. “Get to the train! Now!”
Mr.
Torque pedaled at full tilt, the Rhino’s flywheels screaming into motion.
Folks
started shrieking and hollering and crying, but more importantly they started
running. Running from the hulking monstrosities. Running from the fire falling
from the sky. Running from the death and destruction all around them.
Dodger
waved the folks around him toward the line in the distance. “Go! Go! Go!”
At
least a hundred of the bulldogs were now full-fledged monsters, all tearing through
the fleeing crowd. Boon and Lelanea responded, each matching the giant beasts
for power and ferocity. They did their best to protect the circus folk and dog
soldiers, but Dodger could see their best wasn’t damn near good enough.
There’s too many of them! Boon shouted.
Just keep them away from the others, Dodger said. And for Pete’s sake, someone get me a gun!
We can’t hold them for long, Lelanea said.
No need to, Feng said. Plan F is on the way.
Plan F? Dodger said. What in the hell plan letter was this one?
Here she comes!
A
buzzing filled the air above them, and for one terrible moment Dodger thought
they were in for something far worse than the homunculi. He lifted his face to
the noise surprised to find the Jenny soaring through the smoke and fire overhead.
The pilot brought the aircraft dangerously close to the ground, swinging as low
as she could get it without landing entirely. From the flying machine came a
fine mist, sprinkling down on the monsters and dog men and humans alike. Dodger
didn’t know what effect the mist was intended to have, but on the humans and
dog men it incurred the worst.
Everyone
stopped running and stood in place as they coughed.
Dodger
could understand why. The mist clogged his nostrils and burned his throat and made
his lungs feel like they were full of fire. Certainly Plan F wasn’t just
outright suicide? Sure seemed like it. He coughed, gagging up a mouthful of
something bitter which he spat to one side. Rubbing at his watery eyes, Dodger
peered across the battlefield just as the Jenny passed over again, showering
the field once more with the thickening mist. He furrowed his brow. That
couldn’t be right. Maybe it was the cough induced tears. Maybe it was an
optical effect of the halo of mist. Or maybe Dodger really saw what he thought
he saw.
There
were at least several hundred of those things now, with the remaining bulldogs
stuck in mid change. And stuck they would stay, at least for the few moments
they had left. While the mist caused the humans and dog men to cough and gag,
they same shower of fluid had an entirely different result on the beasts. The
homunculi began to fall apart, dissolving as the mist coated them from head to
tentacle to toes. The beasts didn’t go all at once like the averted fate of the
dog men, or the inescapable end of the white buffalo. They liquefied in an unhurried,
sloppy mess, like slowly melting snow. The worst part, at least the most
disturbing thing for Dodger, was the lack of sound. The beasts didn’t scream,
didn’t shriek or cry out in pain. They merely stood their ground and melted, as
if accepting their fate, knowing there was nothing they could do to stop it.
The
circus folk backed away in horror, as did the dog soldiers. Dodger leapt into
action, guiding the onlookers to the far side of the field, away from the
melting madness, lest the pooling remains proved toxic. The Jenny passed over
again, spraying the battlefield a third time, spurring the liquefaction process
onward.
“Looks
like the doc’s plan worked,” Feng said.
“Plan
F, huh?” Dodger said. “Tell me about it.”
“Remember
how the doc worked up that serum to keep your Pack friends from dying?”
“Yeah?”
“Hieronymus
came up with sort of the opposite. A compound to accelerate the decomposition
of their DNA.”
Dodger
glanced to the cowering dog soldiers then back to the pools of goop across the
field. “Then why isn’t it working on the soldiers?”
“Because
they have already had the original serum. Think of it like a vaccine.”
“All right, fair enough.” Dodger turned to face
Feng. “Then here is the big question. Why the wait? Why go through all of this
when he had the solution all along?”
Feng
cocked his head at Dodger. “Really? You have to ask?” The Celestial walked
away, leaving an almost embarrassed Dodger hanging his head.
No.
Dodger didn’t have to ask. He knew the answer in his heart, as well as he knew
his own name. The doc didn’t start with the compound because he could bring
himself to slaughter the bulldogs wholesale. Not without offering them a chance
to surrender. A chance to lay down their weapons and turn away from the evil of
Rex’s madness. Sure, there was a slim chance of that happening, but that slim
chance was enough to force the doc to hold the compound back.
Dodger raised his head to watch the last of the
monsters melt away to slop.
They are all gone, Boon said.
Where is Rex? Lelanea said.
Gone, Feng said. He wasn’t aboard. He took the boy with him.
Damn it! Then this was just a
distraction?
Some distraction, Dodger said.
What about … Boon said, not
finishing the question.
Big, blonde, naked? Feng said. Takes about a fourteen triple E in boots?
Yeah, I think I saw him laying about somewhere.
Lelanea
and Boon’s laughter rolled over Dodger’s mind as refreshing as a spring rain.
Sometimes the real goal wasn’t as clear as just killing the enemy. Sometimes
the endgame was as simple as a shared laugh, a warm touch and a soft kiss. They
may have lost Rex, but they had love, and in the end that was all that
mattered.
“Is
it over?” one of the circus folk asked.
“I
think so,” Dodger said.
An
enormous whoop went up over the crowd as everyone raised their arms in
celebration. The circus folk and dog soldiers alike embraced one another,
differences and strangeness set aside in the face of near destruction. After
this moment of exhilaration passed, some folks fell into discussions, while
others tended to the wounded.
“Looks
like the good guys won,” Feng said.
“For
now,” Dodger said.
“Disappointed
you didn’t nab your man?”
“A
tad.”
Feng
patted Dodger on the back. “You’ll get him next time.”
“That’s
just it. There shouldn’t have been a next time. This was supposed to be the only
time.”
Dodger
looked out across the folks who fought under the Sleipnir’s banner. His banner. Regardless of the death and
destruction wrought here today, everyone seemed in good spirits. Except for
Dodger. Something wasn’t right in all of this. Something gnawed at him from the
inside. Something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. The fact that Rex
escaped was only part of it. Dodger felt like he was waiting for something else
to happen.
Waiting
for something to happen specifically to him.
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