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Authors: Kylie Chan

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I wondered where Gold was.

Gold is here. He is hiding. He will help you with a surprise attack if necessary. He has taken True Form and is very, very small. You can’t see him.

I’m here,
Gold said.
Here they come.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

I
felt them on the other side of the door. I saw them with my Internal Eye. Yep. It was Wong. He had a Mother with him. Just the two of them.

They can only come in one at a time,
the stone said.

He’d send the Mother first. He was too much of a damn coward to come and face me one on one. The doorbell rang down the hallway. Oh my God, Ah Yat. She would answer the door and he’d kill her.

Don’t worry, she’s not here
, Gold said.

I sighed with relief and then stiffened as the door was knocked off its hinges. I heard its footsteps coming down the hallway. It appeared in the doorway.

I hesitated in confusion. My Inner Eye saw it as a Mother, but my physical eyes saw April. I panicked: what if it
was
April? I desperately asked the stone, but it had been silenced.

April stood in the doorway, bewilderment all over her soft, round face.

‘April?’ I said.

Her face was blank.

I stepped forward, holding the sword ready. I studied her. My Inner Eye still saw her as a Mother.

‘April?’

‘Do I know you?’ she said.

‘It’s me, Emma. Do you remember me?’

Suddenly she smiled with recognition. ‘Hi, Emma, long time no see. I had a girl, you know that? A beautiful baby girl. She’s at home in Discovery Bay with the
amah
.’

I didn’t lower my sword. Something really didn’t feel right. It was extremely confusing. Mothers didn’t shapeshift. They only had two forms: human female form and True Form. If this was a Mother, then it couldn’t take April’s form unless…unless it
was
April.

April continued speaking as if nothing was amiss, not even appearing to notice the sword in my hand. ‘I’m going back to work soon, you know? It’s funny.’ Her smile widened. ‘All the scans said it was a boy, but I had a girl. A beautiful fat girl. Andy thinks she’s wonderful.’ An expression of bewilderment swept swiftly across her face. ‘Andy?’

I was stumped. I didn’t know what to do. As far as I could see, it was April. But it appeared to be a Mother as well.

There was a sound in the hallway and Simon Wong walked up behind April, grinning.

‘Hello, little Emma,’ he said. ‘It’s been a while. According to my research, you only turn into a snake when Simone’s threatened. You don’t care about yourself at all. I wonder how true that is?’ He turned his head to smile down at April, who still grinned with her eyes blank. ‘You like what I’ve done to your friend?’

I didn’t move. I waited for him to come to me.

Wong grabbed the side of April’s head and wrenched her around. She moved like an automaton. He kissed her, holding the back of her head with one hand. She didn’t return it; she was completely still. He moved his mouth over hers and she screamed and struggled. He grabbed her with his other arm and held her, muffling her screams with his mouth.

He released her and turned back to me. His mouth was bloodied. So was hers. He’d bitten her.

I didn’t move. I still wasn’t sure.

‘You wanna kiss?’ he said, grinning.

April’s face went strange. Her eyes widened and her whole body went rigid. She transformed. She took the True Form I had seen with my Inner Eye: she was a Mother.

‘I won’t kill my friend,’ I said loudly.

‘Good,’ Wong said. ‘That means you’ll have to let her kill
you
.’

The Mother slithered forward, its skinless head nearly brushing the ceiling. Its serpent back end didn’t leave the usual slimy trail.

I readied myself. I would defend myself if I had to, but I wouldn’t kill April. I studied it with my Inner Eye. It appeared to be a Mother right the way through; no trace of April at all. But I wasn’t willing to take the chance.

‘You can take off now, coward,’ I said.

‘No, I think I’ll stay and watch,’ Wong said, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the doorframe. He glanced up at it. ‘Still got the chip that Leo took out of the frame last time I was here. You should get that fixed.’

I made the sword sing. The Mother still came at me.

I silenced the sword, dropped it, and readied myself for hand-to-hand.

‘This would be a good time to come out,’ I said loudly.

The Mother lowered its front end so that its eyes were level with mine. Its serpent-like forked tongue flicked out; so long that it brushed the top of its skinless head. It lunged for me on its black coils. I dodged and struck it in the face.

‘Very good,’ Wong said with amusement.

‘Where the hell are you, Gold?’ I said as I lunged back out of the way of another swinging strike.

‘Oh,
Gold
,’ Wong said as I ducked under a vicious swing and struck twice at the Mother with my feet, hitting it in the abdomen and having absolutely no effect whatsoever. ‘Gold’s gone. Pissed off.’

‘No way,’ I said. ‘Not possible.’

I managed to dodge the punches that the Mother aimed at my head, left and right. It wasn’t trained in the Arts, but with its speed and strength it didn’t need to be. It just used brute force.

It feinted at my abdomen with its left and I spun around it, but I was too slow. It grabbed me by the throat with its right hand and lifted me.

I rose. It had me by the throat and lifted itself on its coils. We were close to the ceiling. The Mother charged forward and slammed my back into the wall. It held me, ignoring my struggles. I tried to grab its hand where it held me but it was too strong. My efforts to break free were useless.

I concentrated, filled my hands with chi, and slammed them into its shoulders, blasting it with energy from the outside in. Absolutely nothing happened. No damage at all, except that I had wasted nearly half my chi.

It remained unmoving, holding me pinned against the wall. I waited for it to taste me with its tongue but it had learned from the one that Leo had destroyed.

Wong sauntered closer and stopped beside the Mother, his head level with my stomach. He still had his arms crossed over his chest, casual and relaxed.

He raised one arm and punched me viciously in the centre of the abdomen. I wasn’t ready for it. The blood gushed internally, and I quickly concentrated to heal myself.

‘Let’s go,’ Wong said softly.

I came around on the floor of Kitty Kwok’s office at the kindergarten in Kowloon Tong. I shot to my feet and
looked around; the shock of the incongruity of the location nearly knocked me over again. This was the desk where Kitty had sat and asked me to spy on John Chen Wu. I’d promptly resigned and walked out. It seemed like a million years ago.

I raced to the door: solid wood, and locked. I shoulder charged it and tore a tendon in my shoulder. Stupid.

I went to the window as I healed the shoulder. I couldn’t afford to do too much more healing; my energy reserves were running low.

The window, like most windows in Hong Kong, was barred. And not just the usual decorative grille; these were half centimetre square steel bars ten centimetres apart. I tried to bend one but I didn’t have the strength.

I concentrated, put my hand on the bar and hit it with chi, attempting to melt it. Not possible. The bar was too hot to hold way before it was hot enough to melt. I couldn’t throw chi at it; the energy would go right past it. I had to hold the bar to hit it with chi. Waste of time. I gave a few of the bars some optimistic pulls and was unsurprised when they didn’t shift.

I tapped the stone as I opened my Inner Eye to look around.

Holy shit. The kindergarten was full of
kids
.
Human
kids. They were right outside the goddamn
door
. The bastard was using them as a shield to ensure that I wouldn’t explode myself.

The stone didn’t make a sound, but it was probably me that was deafened, not the stone silenced.

‘If you’re talking to me I can’t hear you,’ I said. ‘But I’m out of ideas.’

I cut off a shriek as my hand was stabbed with pain. The stone had grown some sort of appendage and was cutting into me.

I tried to rip the ring off my finger, but it wouldn’t let go. The stone continued to slice into the back of my hand, then moved to the vein on my middle finger and sliced that as well.

The appendage disappeared back into the stone as I watched it with horror. Then, of all things, the stone grew a little smiley face on its surface.

I rushed to the desk and grabbed some tissues to staunch the flow of blood from my lacerated hand, silently cursing the stone. What the hell had gotten into it?

Then I saw them coming with my Internal Eye. Wong, and Kitty Kwok. Both of them.

I went ice-cold with fury as I frantically mopped up the blood. That bastard would not get me; I would blow myself up with chi first. And take him with me if I could.

The stone had done a good job; the finger was dripping; it had definitely hit a vein. The blood was everywhere. I concentrated, ready to heal the wounds, and the goddamn stone stabbed me
again
. I pushed the tissues into the wound, trying to stop the blood.

Blood.

Sweet.

Oh,
yessss
.

The door opened. Wong and Kitty sauntered in. The children sitting on the floor behind them were visible before Kitty closed the door.

‘Thanks,’ I said, and shoved the back of my hand into my mouth.

Sweet. My own blood wasn’t as good as somebody else’s, but the bitch in front of me looked extremely tasty, and the Demon Prince was powerful. But not nearly as powerful as me.

I pulled my hand away and grinned.

Kitty shrieked and spun. Wong pushed her aside and ran to open the door. He went through and closed it on her hand, making her shriek again. He opened the door,
pushed her hand out of the door, then closed and locked it in her face.

She turned, leaned against the door, and slid down it to sit on the floor.

I went up to her, still grinning. I crouched in front of her. Her terror was delicious.

I picked up her hand and dropped it. She was limp with fear. Her mouth was open in a silent scream.


Simone
!’ somebody shouted, and I remembered.

I changed and jumped through the open window between the bars. I was three storeys up, and I smiled as I fell.

A while later the sky was becoming dark and I was running out of puff. I was causing panic wherever I went, and I wasn’t even very big. I found a perfect place to hide.

‘Emma.’ Something prickled the back of my head and somebody was whispering my name.

‘Emma, wake up.’

There was a stone right in the middle of my back and it
hurt
. I grimaced.

‘Emma. Come on, I know you can hear me.’

‘Wha’?’

‘Simone needs you!’

I shot upright and cast around. I was next to a tall chain-link fence. On the other side were railway tracks. I was sitting in the dirt. It was dark. I was completely naked.

‘Where am I?’

‘You are in a vacant lot near the Kowloon Tong KCR station. You came here after you escaped from them. You went through the links of the fence and hid at the back here, in the tall grass, where nobody could see you. Then you changed back. I think you were too weak to conjure the clothes.’

‘Oh
damn
, not again!’

‘It saved your life, I think.’

My left hand hurt like hell and I checked it. It was covered in a network of cuts. I remembered, concentrated, and healed it.

‘Thanks for that,’ I said. ‘I didn’t know what you were doing.’ I looked around. ‘Could you call Gold for me?’

The stone was silent.

‘Oh my God, they got him, didn’t they?’

‘I am afraid he is not answering my calls,’ the stone said.

I felt a stab of pain and dropped my head. Gold was gone. Then I pulled myself together. ‘Well,’ I said, ‘I need to contact somebody to come and take me home. I can’t go anywhere like this. Any suggestions?’

The block was covered with construction debris, trash and tall grass, and surrounded by a chain-link fence. I’d chosen a good place to hide. The fence was nearly three metres high; it would take a good jump to get out, and I’d have to do it carefully so that nobody saw me.

‘I’ll see if I can contact any of my other children,’ the stone said. ‘They may be able to relay a message for you.’

I looked down. A snake’s trail wound across the dirt next to me. I was concerned there may be snakes in the long grass of the lot. Then I relaxed: the snake’s trail was from
me
. I curled up to sit with my knees in my chest behind the grass. It was high enough to hide me from anybody passing. I’d chosen a good spot.

Mid-July was always blistering hot, day and night, and the evening was very humid. The fact that I didn’t have any clothes didn’t make me any more comfortable; the dust clung to the sheen of sweat on my skin. I brushed at the dirt on my arm, then stopped to study it. The dust had stuck to my arm in a scale pattern,
obviously left over from when I’d changed. I ran my finger over the edge of the scales, not completely sure how I felt about that.

‘Agate in Shantou. No,’ the stone said. ‘Amber, Xian. No. Hold on, Amethyst’s answering. Damn, he’s under the ice of the South Pole, having a holiday. Can’t contact anybody for us.’

‘You going through your address book?’ I said, amused.

‘Bauxite isn’t answering, that’s strange. He has a human family in Russia, Siberia. Should be there, I wonder what happened to him? Anyway…’ The stone fell silent again.

I waited patiently. I dozed off over my knees; I was exhausted. The lights above the train tracks blinked on. Crickets chirped. I hoped that everybody was okay: the students in the Academy and the Follies. And Simone. I sighed. Simone, more than anything. A train rolled past and I curled up in the grass and sat very still. I felt the vibration through the ground. Nobody in the train noticed me; they were moving too fast.

It occurred to me that John might be gone. I searched for him with my consciousness; I hoped that when he left I would be aware of it. I smiled slightly into my knees. Yeah, right. Not likely.

‘Found one,’ the stone said. ‘This is most unusual, Emma, a great many of my children are not answering my calls. To tell you the truth, I am concerned about them. Anyway, I managed to contact Fred in Lingnan—he’s calling the Dark Lord on his mobile. May take a while, the phones there are a bit dodgy.’

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