Havoc (Dred Chronicles 2)

“Not in the mood, Jael.”

“I don’t think we’ve been together long enough for you to say that, love.”

“It’s not dictated by length of relationship, just by how much of a pain in the ass the man is being.”

“That explains a lot.”

She knew he was trying to lighten the mood, but this was a serious problem. Even battles at impossible odds could be won, but if the environment itself turned against them—well, she wouldn’t entertain thoughts of failure. Dred quickened her pace, running past the sluggish sentries. And from what she’d seen running past, the same could be said of the rest of her people. They won’t be any good if we’re attacked. That was her worst fear—that this might be an unholy alliance between Mungo and Silence.

Her joints ached, as if every injury she’d ever taken had rebounded with a vengeance. She remembered how slowly her father had moved on chilly mornings, and the realization that the cold was slowing her reactions made Dred step it up even more. She threw caution aside as she raced to the shaft that led down to the control room. In days past, there would’ve been guards here, but all of the recent losses made it impossible to guard anything but the heart of Queensland itself.

Another instance of losing by attrition.

“Don’t get yourself killed,” Jael called.

“Like I can die,” she shot back. “You saw to that.”

“Are you blaming me? And trust me, you’re not invincible.”

“Shut up and follow me.” She put two hands on the sides of the ladder, braced her feet and the bottom, then just let herself slide.

The rough metal scraped the skin off her palms, but the descent was lightning fast. Blood slicked the path even more, so she was dripping red when she hit the designated deck. Jael was yelling something, but she ignored his words of caution. Her skin itched while it healed over, slow enough not to be visible to the naked eye, but five minutes later, as she closed on the control room, her skin was fresh and new. She swiped the sticky blood residue on her pants.

“You’re insane,” he snarled, catching up to spin her around with a hand on her shoulder. “If you think I’m going to watch you get hurt—”

“Feel free to watch,” the Speaker said.

He emerged from the shadows with ten of Silence’s trained, tongueless killers. Dred jerked away from Jael, incensed that she hadn’t heard or smelled them. The usual reek of death was missing, which made her think they’d started bathing as camouflage. All eleven of them wore the white face paint that marked a hunting party, and the Speaker was smiling.

“I’ve been looking forward to reclaiming the honor you spat upon when you treated me like one of Mungo’s mongrel dogs.”

“How do you plan on doing that, you ghost-face ass**le?” Jael stepped up beside her.

“By holding the two of you here long enough to make sure that the rest of Queensland freezes to death, then delivering you to the Handmaiden for a slow, satisfying death.”

Dred laughed. “I don’t like your chances.”

“We shall see.” As they charged, the Speaker blew two darts in quick succession.

“What the frag . . .” Her tongue felt stiff and numb, her limbs paralyzed.

“Happy news. We learned recently that rodents that infest the station have a gland that can be crushed to create a paralytic poison. Don’t worry, I didn’t use enough to kill you, though it is possible, per our early experiments.”

Dred toppled forward, her chains clanking on the floor. Jael hit behind her, though she heard him trying to curse through a choked throat. If he hadn’t healed me, he’d be able to shake this off in seconds. Let’s hope we both recover fast enough to keep the rest of Queensland from dying of frostbite.

“The ambient temperature is not safe for human personnel. Decks twelve to twenty-four are now limited to automated workers.”

Thanks for the tip, VI.

“Ten minutes should do it, I think. Don’t blink. Or you might miss the end of everything you’ve built.” The Speaker leaned down, his fetid breath wafting across Dred’s cheek. “But the Handmaiden tried to show you the true path. There is no end but death.”

It was hell not being able to respond to his bullshit. If rage could help her burn the poison out of her system faster, then Dred should be set. Behind her, Jael made incomprehensible sounds of fury, almost like he was strangling on it. Shit, is he all right? But she couldn’t turn to check, couldn’t see anything but the yellow sclera belonging to the Speaker. When he shifted, she got to study the smeared white paint, his pores, and the prickles of whisker on his sharp chin.

A few seconds later, he straightened, leaving her to gaze at the scuffs at the base of the wall. Her chains were tantalizingly close, but she couldn’t move. You’ll pay. Yet there was only the sickening impotence of dead limbs, nothing she could use to enforce her will. The Speaker leaned over her, and for a few seconds, she thought he meant to assert dominance in a particular way. But instead he only trailed grimy fingers down her cheek. It’s a mercy I can’t feel this. Jael managed to make an animal noise in his throat, and she wanted to warn him not to reveal his weak spot.

Me.

“Lucky for you that the Handmaiden gelds her favorites. It was a hellish ordeal, but in the end, I’m grateful for the blessing. It frees my mind for higher pursuits.”

Death instead of sex.

She’d never known revulsion could crawl inside a person, but it slithered through her innards like a nest of snakes, tangling in her lower stomach, until she was afraid she’d be sick. When the Speaker turned toward Jael, she understood the sound he’d made earlier. Whatever the Speaker chose to do, it would be worse if she had to witness it. Better to take the wounds and suffer the pain. It was a surprising realization but one she couldn’t deny.

“I think I’ll start the pain for my mistress, bring you to her with the sweet scent of blood on your skin.” The skull-faced devil produced a blade.

The feeling came back to her fingers first, but she didn’t give any sign. The Speaker drew a line across Jael’s palm, and red sprang up, trickling between his fingers. He can’t feel it right now, and it’ll heal. But the time was ticking away for the rest of her people. Worry chewed its way through her stomach and started on her spine.

It must be freezing in Queensland. There must be something I can do.

In fact, there was.