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Chapter 56 - A Party to Remember IV
🕑 Added 2024-09-06 16:00:16 +0000 UTCThe lead Infernal collapsed, hands wrapping around the wound as it spurt blood. Not a shape-changer. That was disappointing on a few different levels.
His scream made the entire group halt, heads swiveling towards me as I pulled the hammer back on the revolver.
Firearms were discharged on both sides as I ducked back into the hallway, grabbing Gregory and pulling him in with me. Bullets passed through the empty doorway, ricocheting off the wall and sending splinters flying.
Gregory yelled, only barely audible over the cacophony
More than three guns fired, the continuing drumbeat of gunshots echoing as I went back into the ballroom. The fake Black Flame were rushing forward, only a few of them with guns that were finishing their volleys. Most of them carried trash, old greyhairss and young ones, the tattered army uniforms on people who looked like they served two decades or more past. Most of the rest didn’t look ready to shave. That or like they’d never had a decent meal in their life, even if the food was cut with cement and sawdust like some of the canneries and meatpackers did.
Someone had trawled the desperate and the destitute for an army and had sent them to die.
Guests were on the ground screaming, some of them not moving at all. Infernals were, as well. Some guards had rushed in on the second floor, firing pistols below.
Not all of them. Some slumped over the railing, but the initial wave of gunfire was over, a few stragglers firing bullets in either direction.
“This is a distraction,” I told Gregory. “There’s nothing this lot were going to do but cause a panic and maybe harm a few people down here.”
He didn’t ask for any clarification, already running towards where his father had taken refuge, along with many guards at the top of the stairs. They were already heading deeper inside the second floor.
More guards must have come in while I’d been in the kitchen area. A few were at the bottom of the stairs, dead or dying.
I rushed towards them, revolver firing once more.
The lead Infernal, a red-haired lad with a bit of stubble, screamed as the bullet went into his bicep. The dagger in his hand went to the ground, and the others around him dove down as I pulled back on the hammer again.
I scooped up a saber from the ground, the dead guard’s blood still on it. It was longer and heavier than I was used to, but it would do.
Only a little time now. Fleeing guests were already completely past me, some fleeing from me, almost all to the second story. Others fled into the first-floor doors leading deeper into the estate. The vanguard of the attackers was nearly upon me, a loose, disorganized line.
No training among this lot. The uniform wearers were reloading guns. That would help some. I just needed to keep myself from being swarmed. As much as it burned to be defending some of these people and to kill the ones in front of me, I didn’t have much choice.
There were two possibilities. One was that this was another Shape-changer trick. More people tricked into doing their dirty work.
The second was that they were Black Flame. That Versalicci was working with the Changers or pursuing his own angle.
Either way would not make me hesitate. I could only try not to kill.
“Fucking traitor!” One of them howled, charging forward with a club.
“Like this is helping?” I asked, parrying the oncoming blow.
My unease with the saber was helped by my opponents' lack of competence. The fucking changers had likely just scooped whatever they could put in the Quarter was willing to take money for this.
Tensions would be high after the marchs, so they wouldn’t lack in takers.
My counterstrikes struck at the arm, cutting at tendons and forcing him to drop the club. A musket fired from up above, and his eye exploded as the bullet went through his skull.
No time to think. Just buy time. Most were scattering through the ballroom, with only a few heading for the stairs. The fighting didn’t go well for them. With the saber I had the reach advantage, and most of them were trained in stabbing unsuspecting opponents in alleyways. A couple more bullets to take out the ones with their own swords.
Aunt Diwei charged down the stairs, the nearly fifty-year-old moving like a woman twenty years younger as her Dai sheared through the head of an Infernal who couldn’t be older than twenty. She stopped with the blade halfway through his head, removing it with an effortless motion.
Magic weapons.
Then she spun around and swung it at me.
“Could you not?” I yelled as my saber barely intercepted the dao, the impact nearly taking the blade out of my hand. “I’m on your bloody side!”
The magic weapon bit deep
A fake Black Flame member tried to take advantage of the distraction, rushing with a knife at me, wiry little arms holding it as her face snarled, not even fully grown.
I blocked their blow and aimed a revolver at her knee. I pulled the trigger, and her knee shattered as the bullet blasted through, and she dropped to the ground.
Aunt Diwei had fallen aside, apparently heading forward followed by her children. The Hells was her problem?
Maybe a fifth of the Infernals had gone down. They still outnumbered us all, easily six or seven to one, but they were more cautious now. This wasn’t a cakewalk. People were getting hurt. And I seemed to be the only one not going for deaths.
Run, I thought as I pulled the hammer back, pretending a bullet was in the empty cylinder as I looked among them. Hesitation was there. It just needed a push. Run.
More screams again, this time from the side.
I glanced to see the door leading to the kitchens spewing out more Infernals. Damnations. Of course, the ones in those wagons hadn’t made it to the ballroom faster than Gregory and I. Two angles of attack.
Three, actually, as windows shattered on the other side of the ballroom. I went that way, striking at a half-emerged Infernal moving through the window.
I took two down, tendons severed, bleeding, but was forced back.
I locked sabers with my next opponent, their off-hand one drawing back to swing at me.
My tail stabbed with its dagger, a weak, easily parried blow. My opponent looked down, spotted it, and reacted accordingly. The sword came down to intercept it, sending the dagger flying from my grasp.
That was fine. It is what I wanted them to do.
I lunged forward, knee moving to hit their arm and keep their sword from moving. I latched onto their throat with my teeth.
Yes, Yes, Yes, YES! The Imp yelled inside my head.
I bit, teeth cutting through skin, through muscle before closing in on each other. The taste of copper flooded my mouth as I pulled back, skin and flesh tearing as pointed teeth sheared through it. Cartilage crunched between them. My opponent collapsed, gurgling as blood poured out of the ruin I’d made of her windpipe, eyes wide and pleading.
I turned my head, ignoring it as I drove my saber into her chest. Hopefully, I’d hit the heart.
I spat a mixture of flesh and blood across the floor.
NOOOO!
That was probably another cow to be eaten.
Two more on me. I tried to scoop up the dagger with my tail but failed before one swung a short sword at me. My saber parried, and my other hand dropped the revolver, trying to grab a dagger from a concealed pocket on my dress.
I didn’t reach it in time as the second Infernal stabbed at me with a dagger. I twisted, and the needle-point dug into my forearm instead of my wrist.
I gritted my teeth as it sliced, piercing skin and ripping free as I fell back. There were more even behind those two, and only my retreat kept me from being surrounded.
An incomprehensible yell heralded Gregory’s arrival as he charged in, a saber wielded in two hands, striking one of my opponents in the side. The Infernal withdrew, screaming as he turned his attention to the nobleman.
I stabbed the other one, then tried to follow the two of them as Gregory struggled, even less skilled at this than his opponent.
He parried a blow sloppily. Gregory’s saber nearly fell from his hands, and another Infernal drove a dagger into his upper arm, blood straining the white sleeves of his shirt.
His original opponent cackled.
I rammed the saber’s hilt guard into their jaw, sending them reeling back as a tooth flew out. It left me open as someone’s hoof lashed out, catching me in the shin. Slivers of pain crawled up my leg as I moved to Gregory’s side.
“Gregory, scorch them,” I hissed as I parried another one.
“It’ll hurt you,” he protested, trying to stop a second blow, then yelling as the force wrenched it from his hands.
They were focusing on us now.
The guards had formed a loose perimeter, the Xangs anchoring one side while keeping the kitchen passages sealed. We’d been forced from the stairs to the side, and no one looked particularly interested in risking their necks trying to reach us.
At least they’d shot the gun-wielders before a second volley had started.
“Just don’t hit me directly!” I yelled, and then two more were on me. They were getting bolder.
Parrying only worked so long. Swings with the heavy saber were harder for them to stop, and even as more of them joined the attack, I scored several wounding blows.
Just not enough.
A club struck my sword hand as I blocked another blow, and I howled as it felt like my fingers shattered. I dropped the blade as another one stabbed toward me. I caught it, the middle of it piercing my palm all the way through and forcing me back even further, right up to Gregory.
“Now!” He screamed, and I closed my eyes and dropped.
Not fast enough.
A sound like an orchestra arose behind me, radiant and loud as it blasted overhead.
My back and my arm felt like they were melting. I bit my tongue, blood flooding into my mouth to stop a scream as I fell to the ground. The heavenly music faded, mixed with the sound of sizzling flesh as I writhed.
One of my hands went to a hidden pocket, pulling out a vial I forced to my lips. The pain eased, no longer overwhelming as I breathed, tears streaming down my cheeks from the pain.
A hand touched my back, and I groaned as pain flashed across me. I forced my eyes open, trying to stand, only for my legs to go weak. It took a few tries to clamber onto my hooves finally.
“Malvia, are you alright?” Gregory asked me, eyes wide. “I’m sorry, I did my best not to hit you.”
I looked at my arm, where blue skin had been burnt crimson, and did my best to ignore my pain as I rotated my neck. It seared and hurt, but I’d had worse, even as I glanced at the red, burnt flesh stretching down the backless part of my dress.
“It’ll heal, especially once I take another potion,” I said, turning my attention back to the oncoming rush.
Only to find no oncoming rush. No fighting. No Infernals moving at all, instead charred bodies lying about, some of them still moving and twitching about, mixed with an occasional wide-eyed injured but unburnt Infernal lying on the ground. The rest were charred husks.
I shivered. They’d made their choices, so I could only feel so sympathetic as I looked for any remaining fake Black Flame.
I found none.
I whistled as I let my gaze go over the entire ballroom. Had he hit any of them who’d been above waist height? Do not underestimate Gregory Montague, indeed.
“How long have you been holding that in your pocket?” I asked, bumping him with my uninjured shoulder, an easy grin on my face. “You have anything else in there, perhaps?”
Seconds passed with no response as he looked at the ballroom, seemingly not even noticing me.
The grin faded off my face. I’d said something wrong.
“There, uh, should be more still coming,” I said less confidently.
Gunfire from outside. The Watch had finally arrived. Well, never mind then.
Several nobles were staring at me with a mixture of confusion and fright that was rather nice, especially on those wearing fake horns.
Aunt Diwei was busy withdrawing her dao from the throat of some poor soul on the ground. Another pocket of the dead, dying, or injured lay scattered where she and my cousins had gone to work. Now, though, she walked towards me, halting a few feet away.
“Who are you?” She asked me with a calm but insistent force.
I gave her a grin, being careful not to open my mouth. Blood-streaked teeth would be too provocative.
“A guest of the Montagues,” I said. “Noting more.”
Cousins were circling: Fang, Chen, and An. Setting up a loose square around me.
“You stink of the Diabolic,” Aunt Diwei said, her grip on her sword tightening.
I didn’t move my head, even as I could hear the tread of my cousins just out of sight. Close.
“If you wish me to judge for that, you can put me in your custody,” I said. “As citizens of the Empire, it is your right. You might be disappointed by the results you get.”
Aunt Diwei’s mouth tightened, a word coming from it she probably expected no one behind her children to understand. Fubai. Corruption is a word I was too used to her tossing as an accusation when I was young.
“Not quite,” I said cheerfully. “In either sense, I’d argue. If you want me to surrender, I will, but again, you’ll be disappointed.”
Screaming started, coming from the upper floors. I turned around, past Fang’s scowling face and Chen’s more serene expression. The stairs didn’t lead all the way up, but parts of the third floor were visible. I could see the shadow of something hulking in the lamplight up there as the sounds of gunshots resumed.
“Your talents might be more needed up there-?” Aunt Diwei was already moving past with a scornful look, her family right behind them. The Watch was on the move as well, leading to a traffic jam on the stairs as every single guest suddenly wanted to be head back down the stairs. Diwei started barking orders that no one but her family could understand; most of it consisted of various aspersions on the guests' characters.
Well, this might have been one too many clues to give, but if she figured it out, there wasn’t much I could do. I wouldn’t be wearing this face tomorrow anyway.
Gregory moved closer while I rechecked my arm. The redness was fading, not very fast, but obviously much faster than letting nature take its course.
“We should head outside,” I said, already moving towards the door.
It took him a second to catch up, taken off-guard.
“Shouldn’t we head upstairs?”
“The esteemed Diwei Xang, her children, and most of the watch are already heading that way,” I noted. “We will be going for where our prey will be leaving.”
***
Outside the manor was a skirmishing ground. Occasional groups of Infernals were scattered about, trying to find routes out of an ever-increasing cordon of Watch. Only the chaos gave them any opportunity, and most failed to take it.
I ignored that for now, looking up at the manor's third floor and roof.
“Will they take a window out?” I asked Gregory.
“They can try, but they’d fail. Honestly, I’d hoped they’d try to take one in. The rooms don’t have any doors.”
I chuckled. “Point to your father. That’s one way to keep people off the third floor.”
Ideally, no windows would do the same, but perhaps there was a trick to trap people in those rooms after they got in? That left our shapechangers with one other potential entrance or exit.
“We’re still heading up then. Can you climb up a rope?”
Not that Gregory was bereft of muscles, I thought, eyes lingering on his shoulders. But that didn’t necessarily mean the ability or experience.
“Pretty well. Hopefully, I set a decent enough pace since I imagine you’ll want me to go first?”
Why would he he think that? He inclined his head down at me, and I looked down quizzically at my dress-ah right.
The dress was ruined as well. Bloodstains, cuts in the fabric where it had been cut and stabbed, I was actually lucky that it was still hanging onto me.
“I’d appreciate it,” I said. “Damnations, this dress is ruined. I’ll have to apologize to your friend, and sorry about wasting your money.”
“It was money well spent,” Gregory told me with a hint of his usual vigor.
I smiled. “You seem better?”
“Better?”
“You were shaken up some back there,” I said.
Gregory opened his mouth but was stopped by two members of the Watch running towards us.
“Tommy, Amna,” I said, waving a greeting before grabbing the grappling hook.
“Harrow,” Amna said, halting hesitantly a few steps away, hand on her pistol.
Not drawing it yet, at least.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Tommy asked, his pistol already drawn. “What are you even doing outside?”
“Hopefully, wasting my time,” I answered. “If not, taking care of some uninvited guests, in which case I’d appreciate you following us up.”
I tossed the hook, aiming for the rooftop.
“Malvia, you have blood essentially coating your chin,” Gregory whispered to me.
I touched my chin with my fingers, and they returned wet and red. Right, biting the throat out.
“Time is a wasting,” I said. “As the only person here with a skirt, I hope you all don’t mind if I go up last.”
***
Luckily it didn’t take too long to climb, while the screaming and sound of gunfire continued inside. Once I reached the top, I noticed some unwanted followers on the rope below us.
Four Infernals going up the rope I’d left dangling off the hook. Truth be told, I was leaving it there for any further members of the Watch. How many from the Quarter had been paid to join this fool’s errand?
I considered calling to the others, only for my mind to go to the floor full of corpses inside.
I pulled out my knife and then held it out far enough that they could see it before starting to saw through the ropes. They got the message quickly, making it to the ground before I’d finished carving. I sliced through the last of the fibers, letting it drop.
“Everything alright?” Amna called.
I gave her a toothy grin that made her pale. Right, blood.
“Everything is going fine, just making sure no one can follow us up,” I said.
Turning to the rooftop itself, I clapped my hands together. “Well, this is simpler than expected.”
Two chimneys dotted the roof, brick ones thankfully only extending eight feet from the ground. Large ones, too, with overhangs large enough for us to stand on. Large enough to make an easier climb down as well. Several fireplaces must be connected to each, and probably heaters. Lamps dotted the rooftop, providing plenty of illumination. Another anti-thief measure?
I’d expected more, and we’d barely be able to see it. Some good luck for once.
“There’s two chimneys, so two pairs,” I said. “Gregory, if you wouldn’t mind going with Tommy? Someone capable of magic should be at either one. Do you need a grapple?”
“We’ll be fine without. Chimney’s more craggy than my cousin’s-“
Whatever part of his cousin’s anatomy Tommy had been about to mention was interrupted by Anna’s elbow to his gut.
***
I got to the top of our chimney just in time because, looking down, I could see something moving down there.
I waved at Amna, still climbing below me, and she dropped, running off towards where Tommy and Gregory were. I reached inside my dress.
Fitting vials in the hidden pockets had been an issue, even with the number of hidden pockets Aedelia had added, there were limitations, especially on size. So potency was the key, especially with the little mixture I had in my left hand while my right went for the dagger I hadn’t used in the fight in the ballroom.
As dangerous as it had been, other Infernals didn’t justify venom from an Ethereal Ghost Asp like Shapechangers did. I hoped the latter enjoyed having their veins frozen and their bones incapable of moving. Immense pain as well, but the paralysis was the key part.
The entire time the figures below got closer, while the sounds of fighting also came up, screams, roars, and gunfire.
The first figure squeezed through, arms grabbing the side of the chimney as they pulled themselves up.
I kicked as soon as their face entered the light.
I kicked the head as hard as I could with my hoof. It snapped back, a scream of pain coming from them.
The rest of their body suddenly swelled up, thickening to fill the chimney and forcing itself out, straining the metal-threaded clothes.
I didn’t give the Changer any more time, the dagger in my hand jabbing through the fabric and earning another howl as they tipped backward.
“Mr. Hawkins,” I said mockingly. “The chimney? Even six-year-old children in the quarter know while you may take the chimney in, but even if there is literally no other way, never take it out.”
The changer had gone elastic in the middle at the blow. Poison probably helped as well. Their upper body hung down the chimney. It stretched like the word’s fleshiest accordion until his head touched the roof, stretching out his metal-threaded clothes.
He tried to move, only for Amna and Tommy to both fire. Their bullets hit him in the neck and head, ripping screams of pain out of him as the part of him still in the chimney writhed.
From below the section of the chimney, his writhing bottom half obscured yelling from down there. Some irate partner was shrieking for him to move. A golden light suddenly bloomed below, tingling my skin as it swept up the chimney.
Oh, things weren’t going as well for them down there, either.
Amna and Tommy approached the upper half of Hawkins with blades in their hands, only for him to begin to change. A form similar to the docks one, clothes ripping apart as his skin hardened. It molted, shell sections like those on a lobster pushing their way through and ripping apart skin and clothes alike.
Bone blades were pushing through the shredded remnants of his hands. Strange. A different form of changing? Maybe a different changer assuming the role of Hawkins.
“First, they are so difficult to maneuver in, and if you get stuck, you’re done. Your dehydrated corpse will be found by the owner the next time he bothers to get it cleaned. Secondly, on the subject of cleaning, the filthiness of these will not just stick to your clothes and make you more easily identified, it tends to get into one’s eyes. As it clearly has for you.”
The changer roared as the boneblades flailed.
His torso hadn’t started forming the shell yet. Well, I wouldn’t fail to capitalize. I drove my dagger into his unprotected side. It dove deep, piercing the flesh and finding no bone or muscle to slow it down. No blood poured out, either. Well, hopefully, the poison will still find its place in his body.
“I was talking, Mr. Hawkins,” I said as I pulled on the dagger, letting it slice through more of his elongated midsection. “I would have thought you’d learned a lesson about underestimating me.”
The wound closed behind the dagger’s path, and flesh contracted in on itself. The Changer was pulling itself back up here, snarling the entire time.
I unstoppered the vial by the time his torso finished contracting. It was a bottle of acid guaranteed to chew through a foot of flesh in thirty seconds or less.
“Let me help you clean those spot-stained eyes out,” I said before dumping the entire vial onto his face.
Comments
Neil Stevens
Got that fixed, thanks for pointing it out.
Tjolbin
Tftc Its amusing that they keep running in to eachother wearing different faces faces. Super excited for this "I pulled out my knife and then held it out far enough that they could see it before starting to SEE through the ropes."
