Hard Magic (53 page)

And then he remembered. “Marines, cover your ears!” he shouted, but it was already too late. The Mouth had started talking. It wasn’t a voice, it was a
Voice
. It was too big to come from a man, it came from a god. It didn’t sound in his ears, it was like an ice pick driven through his skull and twisted around inside his brain. Madi ground his teeth together so hard that some of them broke. He had to steady himself against the railing to keep from falling.

His accent was off, the pronunciation was terrible, but apparently Japanese wasn’t this god’s first language. “
Omaetachi wa kotei o shitsubou saseta. Watashi no meiyo wa hijyou ni kizutsuite. Watashi ga dekiru koto wa, mohaya jiketsu shika nai
.”
Madi could feel his own will surging against the command, but behind him, he could hear the bayonets clearing their scabbards and a scream as the Torch turned his fire inward and burned himself to a crisp.
You have failed your emperor. I am deeply ashamed. The only honorable solution is immediate suicide.

“No! Stop! It’s a trick,” but the blades flashed and his men died, gurgling and choking. The terrible Influence waned and his head cleared. Madi let go of the railing, having bent the pipe with his fingers. Only the Iron Guards had been strong enough to resist. Nobunaga had drawn his Nambu pistol, but Madi clamped down on his wrist. “No guns.”

The other Iron Guard’s eyes widened in understanding. With their Torch dead, they couldn’t risk shooting in here. Madi turned back to his brother. Jake was still standing there in a big black coat. The Mouth was at his side. A blond man in grey appeared to Jake’s left, and then he was joined by a female zombie to his right. The four walked forward together, side by side, ready to fight.

He could still beat all of them by himself without making so much as a spark, plus he still had an extremely powerful Brute, and already Hiroyasu was using his Power to raise the disemboweled marines. Jake and his Grimnoir were still dead, they’d just have to do it the hard way. He started walking. They’d meet in the middle. “Come on.”

***

That had been one of the most impressive displays of raw Power that Sullivan had ever seen. Daniel Garrett hadn’t just been fueled by his magic, but also by desperation, hate, and the burning desire to save the woman he loved. Dan was grey and shaking, sweat pouring down his face, and he looked like he might fall over.

“I didn’t know you spoke Japanese,” Heinrich said as he joined them.

“Just that one . . . been practicing.” Dan grimaced. It physically hurt to channel that much Power at once. “I can’t make people do something they wouldn’t normally do, but these Imperium elites are so honor-bound, I figured it was worth a shot.”

Delilah stepped up next. She was weaving as badly as Dan, but for an entirely different reason. “The Lazarus who . . .
made
me. He’s inside. I can feel him. He’s going to wake the dead.”

The UBF Normals were hanging back. This fight was
way
beyond them. In fact, now that they were down to just Iron Guards immune to his magic and unable to use his guns, their Mouth was out of his league too. “Dan, why don’t you take the others and go look for your girl.”

“The Geo-Tel comes first,” he stated with firm determination. “Jane would hate me if she found out I let a million people die to save her first.”

“Come on,” Sullivan said. The device had been activated. He could feel it within, like its dreadful magic was beating against his own inside his rib cage. They started walking.

Madi was dressed in some sort of red and black samurai robe, the traditional look thrown off only by the big revolver hanging in his shoulder holster. Next to him was a similarly attired, short, yet incredibly broad man with a round face and a top knot. “Look, they got a fat one,” Heinrich said.

“That’s not fat,” Dan answered. “That’s a sumo.”

“Sumo-schmoo-mo,” Delilah said. “I’m about to whoop his ass.”

The others didn’t realize it yet but he knew that his brother was too powerful to defeat, especially in a limited amount of time. “No matter what happens, get to that device.” He dared not share his plan because he was worried that Madi could already hear them. Sullivan looked at Delilah out the corner of his eye. “I’ll always love you.”

“Just remember your promise,” she whispered, and then she pushed her Power so hard that she seemed to grow. He’d never seen her do anything like that before. She was holding nothing back, running so much magic through her tissues that she was sure to destroy them when the magic wore off. There was no reason to hold back anything now.

Both sides charged.

Sullivan let loose with his magic the same time Madi did. Two conflicting gravitational fields collided between them. The air rippled like water. Delilah charged through the distortion, screaming. The sumo bellowed in return and hurled himself at her. He dwarfed her and kanji could be seen glowing through the open neck of his robe. At the last second Delilah dodged to the side, extended her arm like a clothesline, and hit the Iron Guard in the throat. His head snapped back, momentum still carrying him forward, and his feet flew out from under him. The landing was hard enough to shake the entire catwalk.

Madi extended one hand and Delilah fell into the air. Heinrich leapt over the downed sumo and went at Madi swinging. Madi threw one mighty fist clean through Heinrich’s chest as the German went grey. Heinrich came out the other side and slugged Madi in the back of the head. Madi didn’t seem to notice it, but gravity changed again and Heinrich was slammed to the metal floor. He cried out under the crushing force.

“Fade out!” Sullivan shouted. Heinrich fell through the floor and Sullivan slammed his Power against Madi’s field. The extra gravities were forced away from Heinrich, leaving the German hanging by his hands under the catwalk. The sumo was sitting up, despite Dan futilely punching him in the face. Sullivan roared and headed straight at Madi as Delilah rebounded off the railing behind him.

Sullivan slammed a big fist into Madi’s jaw, then the other, then threw out a boot and kicked Madi in the stomach. The Iron Guard didn’t even seem to feel it and one hand shot out and grabbed Sullivan around the throat. He dragged Sullivan in close, crushing off his air. “I’m the strongest there is. You understand me? The
strongest
! You’ll
never
make it past me! NEVER!”

Sullivan used his Power, increasing his density, protecting his throat. “I know.” The railing creaked around them. He Spiked hard, slamming as much force onto them as he could muster. Madi threw it back, just as he had in Mar Pacifica, but his eyes widened as he realized that Sullivan wasn’t trying to crush him, but what was underneath.

“Jake!” Delilah screamed as a perfect circle of catwalk sheared away and the two of them fell.

They dropped like a pair of stones. Jake kept striking Madi in the face and Madi hit him back with bone-jarring force, but both of them were running as dense as iron. The armor-plate floor barely slowed their descent, and they ripped clean through the steel, crashing through beams and supports, tearing wires, and then ripping through the bottom hydrogen hull. They fell through the gas, in an empty, totally lightless space, kicking, punching, throwing knees and elbows, in a freefall brawl to the death. Sullivan held his breath.

Fighting through the pain, Sullivan flared his Power again. He didn’t want to fall through the bottom of the dirigible. Madi must have realized the same thing, and together they slowed, but still trying to kill each other. The bottom of the hydrogen chamber barely impeded them, and then they were rebounding through more materials—aluminum, steel, copper, and finally wood. Sullivan threw his hand out and caught hold of something as Madi tore free and kept falling. His brother crashed through one last darkened floor, highlighted in a circle of sudden light but shrinking away. Madi flared his Power before impact and landed in a heap far below.

He’d ended up in some giant wooden room. There were other people down there, and a circle of curiosity was closing in on Madi’s fallen form. Sullivan let go and followed. He landed in a crouch, boards splintering, reaching for the rifle slung on his back, but it was gone, torn free from its sling somewhere above. He reached instead for his pistol, and luckily it was still in its flap holster.

The Iron Guard came up off the floor, snarling. Sullivan was able to crank off four rounds before Madi threw a backhand that would have taken the arm off a normal man. The .45 went flying away. Sullivan stepped back, shaking his stinging arm.

Four holes began to drizzle blood down the front of Madi’s torn robe. His brother stopped, looking around, realizing where he was. “Well, I’ll be damned. Ain’t
this
appropriate.”

The room was huge and mostly bare, probably some sort of training room. The walls were glass, and beyond them was nothing but darkness. The floor was polished hardwood. He turned slowly. There was a mess of Imperium in this room, dressed in black uniforms with red accents and a big red sash. All of them were pointing guns at Sullivan, except for the ones that were ready to destroy him with the ice crystals collecting down their arms, or the jagged bones twisting between their hands, or the electricity cracking in their eye sockets, or the floating objects that they’d telekinetically picked up with their minds . . . He was in a room
full
of Iron Guards.

“Well . . . shit,” Sullivan said.

“Ahem,” someone gave a polite cough, and both he and Madi turned at the same time.

“Chairman!” Madi exclaimed, sounding embarrassed, just like back when Dad used to catch the oldest Sullivan brother doing something bad, like torturing animals or setting fires. He dropped to his knees. “Forgive the intrusion.”

***

Heinrich was nowhere to be seen. Delilah was picking herself off the ground from where she’d crashed through the railing hard enough to break every bone in her body. So it was up to him. Daniel Garrett had hit the fallen Iron Guard with everything he had. He punched him in the face until he felt his knuckles break, and then he’d tried kicking him, but the huge Iron Guard slowly got up from the grating anyway. Dan stepped back, shaking his stinging hands.

The Iron Guard twisted his head and he could hear the vertebrae pop. His little black eyes were far too small for the size of his head, and they zeroed right in on Dan. The sumo growled.

“Sure you don’t want to talk this over?” Dan asked. The bridge shook as the Iron Guard lumbered at him.
Guess not.

Delilah shoulder-checked him out of the way. “Pick on somebody your own size!” The two Brutes crashed together; one dead, one alive; one huge, one tiny; but both of them
very
angry. They stood toe to toe, hammering each other.

Dan landed on his side with a grunt. The Iron Guard hit Delilah so hard that he felt the vibrations travel down her body and through the floor, but she didn’t budge. Delilah responded by putting one hand on his shoulder, shoving herself into the air, and bringing her elbow down in the center of the sumo’s head with a blow that could have killed an elephant. That staggered him a bit.

“Get the device!” Delilah screamed. “I’ll hold fatty!”

Struggling to his feet, he saw Delilah throw a backhand at the Iron Guard’s head, but he was too fast, too martially skilled, and he caught her arm while simultaneously bringing his other hand around. Delilah’s forearm shattered, bone visibly ripping through the flesh. Dan gasped at the horrific wound. Delilah stepped back, looked down at the jagged bones sticking out of her forearm and the delicate hand dangling uselessly from the skin and tendons. No blood came out. “Move your ass, Garrett!” she ordered as she stepped forward, ducked under the Iron Guard’s swing, and drove the bone shard into the sumo’s vast belly.

Dan heard the Iron Guard gasp as the bones penetrated his body, but was too busy running for engineering to look back. A hand appeared over the edge of the railing.
Heinrich!
He was alive and pulling himself up. He didn’t dare stop to help his friend. He could feel the air humming with the Tesla device’s energy.

The lights were no longer red. He was in the engineering section. He jumped over the dead bodies of the Imperials he’d murdered and the pile of twisted bones and smoking fat that had been their Torch. There was a single man standing in his way, wearing the same red and black robes as the other Iron Guards, but this one wasn’t nearly as physically intimidating. Skinny and ratlike, this had to be the Lazarus. He was blocking the steel door. Dan could
feel
the Geo-Tel on the other side.

But then the Lazarus moved a scabbard around in front of his body and drew a sword. His English was perfect. “I am not the warrior my brothers are, but I am more than a match for the likes of you.” He tossed the scabbard away and lifted the blade in both hands. The eviscerated bodies were starting to move, groaning and whimpering on the floor as they came to. Even the ashen pile of bones was stirring. The dead soldiers began to cry out in agony.

The Lazarus hissed. “I am Hiroyasu of the Iron Guard, and my magic is based in
suffering
.”

There was a grey flash as Heinrich surged past. Hiroyasu swung the sword through the blur. Heinrich rematerialized, blocking the weapon before it could come back up. “Suffering?” Heinrich asked, grabbing the surprised Iron Guard by the robe. “I’ll show you suffering.” Then the Fade spun him around, both of them going grey as they sailed into the wall.

Heinrich totally disappeared, but he must have let go of Hiroyasu partway through. The Iron Guard re-formed, solid, but his body had fused with the metal. The left half of his body and his head were still visible, but his flesh had become one with the bulkhead. Hiroyasu began to scream, incoherent with pain.

There was a clicking as the door unlocked from the other side. Heinrich held it open for Dan. The Fade saw the thrashing Iron Guard and admired his work. “That was for Delilah. Hurry.” Dan stepped through after him, noticing that the Iron Guard’s other arm and leg were flailing madly on this side. They ran down the hall. “Think we can use guns in here?” Heinrich asked.