Red Rider's Hood (19 page)

Marissa ducked into a doorway, disappearing into the shadows. “So you were right about Marvin being a werewolf,” she said from the darkness. “But you were wrong about him being bad.”

The air around us became silent. Too silent, like the moment before a storm. “Better hide, and hope we're downwind,” Marissa said.

But I didn't hide. I stood there, out in the open, and watched the wolf pack come around the corner. They were all there, bounding headlong on all fours, like racehorses, with Cedric in the lead and Loogie winging just a few feet above. They saw me right away and came to a halt. I had no idea what they were going to do.

“I know you're after Marvin,” I said. “With all of you on it, you're sure to catch him.”
Yeah,
I thought,
and with all of you on
it, no one else in town will get eaten by werewolves tonight.
I wondered if Marissa had thought of that, too.

Cedric couldn't speak in wolf form, but his body language was easy to read. A quick gesture of his head called me over to him. I stepped from the curb, and then Cedric Soames, the cold, callous leader of the Wolves, knelt down. He wanted me to climb on his back and ride with them. So I did.

Suddenly something grazed past my ear and struck a werewolf to my right. A roar of pain, the wolf turned, and I could see sudden shock and agony in its green eyes.
A/C has green eyes,
I thought.
That wolf is A/C!
Suddenly he collapsed to the ground, writhing in pain. A silver-tipped crossbow arrow had pierced his flank.

A second arrow whizzed out of the darkness, nailing a mailbox across the street. Cedric roared and took off. I gripped his fur to keep from falling. The rest of the wolves followed, and before long we were racing at full speed, ignoring the shooter, following Marvin's scent instead of Marissa's. I turned back only once to see A/C roar, squirm in pain, then go limp.

Which side was I on? There was no time to search for answers. All I could do now was ride on a werewolf's back, toward a destiny as hidden as the dark side of a full moon.

M
arvin stayed one step ahead of us, weaving in and out of the city for what seemed like hours. Several times the pack broke up and tried to circle around him, but just as he had weaved his way down the football field when he was Marvelous Marvin, star running back, he kept just out of the pack's reach. This chase was a waste of the pack's time. I knew it, and most of the pack must have known it, but I wasn't going to lean over and whisper into Cedric's ear. Every minute the pack was forced to follow Marvin was another minute they weren't “wolfing.” Whether he intended to or not, Marvin Flowers saved a whole lot of lives that night.

As I rode Cedric, like the lead man in a posse, I began to feel a strange sense of power.
You could lead this group,
that mischievous voice in my head kept telling me.
Consigliere?
Sure, maybe for a while, but then there was Denver. I had already claimed the Mile High City as my own. In a few years' time, I could be there, handpicking my own pack. This night's wild ride
through the moonlit city was just a taste of what it could be like. Then I looked up at Loogie, flitting back and forth above us. The possibilities were endless.

As dawn approached, it seemed that Marvin was finally getting tired. The pack wasn't just following his scent anymore, now they could see him. Even I, with my limited human vision, could see him loping steadily in front of us, crossing through the mist of a lonely, run-down park. I recognized it right away. It was Abject End Park, gateway to the Canyons. Marvin was leading us back to our new lair. Maybe he knew it was over for him, and he wanted to end it there. Or maybe he had something else in mind.

We reached the old dance club. The dense mist of the Canyons poured in through the door. Cedric stalked in first with the pack close behind. I hopped off Cedric's back. There was something wrong in here, but I wasn't quite sure what it was. It was something I had caught out of the corner of my eye, but I hadn't seen it long enough for it to leave an impression on my brain.

“Marvin, we know you're in here,” I said. Cedric growled in a fury. I put up my hand to calm him down. “Let me handle this for you,” I told Cedric. “I promise you won't be disappointed.”

Cedric snarled at me again, then watched to see what I would do. The whole pack kept their eyes on me as I stepped out into the middle of the old dance floor. I had to be referee here. Maybe, if I played this right, everyone could get what they wanted. But then, how could that be, when all Cedric wanted was to see Marvin dead?

“Let's make a deal, Marvin.” I had no idea what the deal could possibly be, but I knew if I kept talking, it would keep Cedric and the pack from tearing the place apart looking for Marvin so they could tear him apart. “A deal, Marvin. A really good deal.” Why I wanted to save Marvin, I had no idea. He had done nothing but make life miserable for me since that day he washed my windshield. “Cedric and the pack will let you live, in return for something,” I said.

Cedric's eyes narrowed, and he bared his teeth at me.
This had better be good,
the look said.

“Something in return,” I said again, stalling. And then it came to me! “Cedric will let you live…but someday, he will ask you to do a favor for him. And whatever that favor is, you can't refuse.” I glanced to Cedric, and that angry wolf gaze changed into a coyote grin, because what I offered Marvin had come straight out of one of Cedric's beloved Mafia movies!

We waited, and after a few moments Marvin came slinking out of the shadows, onto the dance floor. The pack surrounded him, and Cedric went back to growling, just in case Marvin had forgotten how furious he was.

Then the feeling fell upon me again. Something here didn't look right. As the pack formed a growling circle around Marvin, and as Marvin crouched and crawled on his belly like a naughty dog, I tried to retrace all the things I had seen over the past few seconds that could have given me that freaky feeling. I glanced at the door: still partway open, with mist spilling in. I looked down to the dance floor, now scuffed and scratched by werewolf claws. I lifted my eyes up to the old disco ball, swinging slightly up above, all sharp and pointy.

Sharp and pointy?

I glanced up again. That was no disco ball! I wasn't quite sure what it was at first. It looked like a ball of gray clay, with silverware sticking out of it in all directions. Forks, knives, spoons.
Silver
ware.

Then I realized that the ball of clay in the middle might not be clay at all. It might just be plastic explosive.

A wire stretched from the little ball across the ceiling to a far wall. Leaving the dance floor, I followed the path of the wire to an old DJ booth, where I saw none other than my own little old grandma, dressed in black like a special-ops agent, clutching a detonator.

She snapped her head to see me at the threshold, and her jaw dropped. She was scared. Scared of me—scared that I would give her away to the wolves. I turned to look at them. They were all on the dance floor, going up to Marvin, one by one swatting him with their paws, like some sort of wolfen punishment ritual.

Grandma, her hand shaking, lowered a finger toward the red button on the detonator. But I grabbed her hand before she could touch it.

“You'll have to kill me to stop me, Red,” she whispered. “Because it's either me, or them.”

Still I held her hand. “No, Grandma, no. Not this way!”

“What way, then? There's only one way with werewolves: kill or be killed.”

“No,” I said. “Let me think!”

I turned again to the wolves. They were so wrapped up in their punishment of Marvin, they had no idea that death hung
right above their heads. Marvin was in on this! He had to be. He was sent racing through the city all night to keep the wolves busy while Grandma, and Marissa, set up the deadly silverware bomb.

“Let me think, Grandma!” Fourteen Wolves remained today. Fifteen if I took the bite. Packs would be sprouting up in one city, then another, then another. Including Denver. I pulled the detonator from her.

“Red, no!”

I could be a leader. I could rule a city by night.

“Do the right thing, Red.”

I could fly on the wings of a bat—undying and undead at the same time!

“There's only one right thing! You know it in your heart!”

My life and my future hinged on the choice that I made. I knew what I
should
do, I knew what I
wanted
to do.…

“No more thinking, Red. Choose!”

I could have a life as a supernatural creature of the dark. It was a fine fantasy, except for one thing. Werewolves were merciless killers that lived on human flesh.

“Choose now!”

I screamed with the agony of my choice and brought my finger down on the red button.

The explosion blew out the glass of the DJ booth. It blew the chairs and tables across the room. Forks, knives, and even spoons were embedded half an inch deep into the walls, and when I looked at the dance floor, I saw a dozen wolves dancing. They spun, they rolled, they howled, pulling the silverware out of their wounds, but it would do no good. It was too late, the
deadly silver had already worked its way through their veins. Wounded and wailing, they spun, they crawled, they shivered, and they died. My enemies. My friends. The wolves died, and my tears stung so badly, I wanted to rip my eyes right out of their sockets. How dare I cry for them? How dare I care enough to cry?

Two more wolves came bounding out from beneath tables. Two that hadn't been caught by the explosion of silverware, and then there was Loogie, flapping wildly across the rafters above, not sure what to do, turning to wolf, to bat, and back to wolf again. Marissa popped out behind a pole, a quiver of silver-tipped arrows at her side. She loaded them into the crossbow.

“Over there,” I said through my tears. “By the back door!”

Marissa turned and fired, her arrow lodging in Klutz's flank. He fell and wailed as the silver did its deadly damage.

“The window!” El Toro leaped out the window, and Marissa and I followed right behind. He was already disappearing into the mist.

“I can't see him,” said Marissa.

“I can!” I took the crossbow from her, took aim at the fading figure, and fired. I couldn't see him anymore, but the wail and the thud as he fell to the ground told me all I needed to know. In a moment, all was silent. A dim blue light had begun to fill the darkness. The coming dawn.

“What about Marvin?” I asked Marissa.

She shook her head, her eyes filling with tears. “He went onto that dance floor to draw the wolves there. He sacrificed himself to save me.”

“I'm sorry.”

“Red—look!” I turned to see the mist before us begin to swirl, and a snout appeared, followed by a pair of eyes that were accusing, and angrier than I had ever seen them before.

It was Cedric.

I raised the crossbow. “Run!” I said to Marissa.

“No,” she said. “We'll face him together.”

Cedric stood there, breathing his anger in short, ferocious breaths. I put my finger on the trigger. I began to pull back…and then I stopped.

Cedric didn't attack. He didn't lunge for me; he just stood there. He was daring me.

Kill me, you coward,
that look said.
Kill me, you traitor. You liar. You double-crossing false friend. Shoot me between the eyes. I dare you.

I couldn't do it. I couldn't pull that trigger. And he knew it.

That's when he lunged, his mouth wide, teeth bared. Marissa screamed, tugging me back. I pulled the trigger, but the arrow flew uselessly up to the sky—and suddenly I was surrounded in a flutter of black.

Wings brushed passed me, dozens upon dozens, heading straight for Cedric. Cedric roared, and in a second he had forgotten about me, because he was covered by countless bats, every one of them digging their fangs into his wolf flesh, sucking deep, draining.

They were done in less than a minute. Then they fluttered away as quickly as they had come, leaving Cedric's wolfen form in a heap on the ground, moaning. His fur was already growing shorter. His snout pushed in to become a human jaw. The mist around us was glowing a brighter blue with each passing second. Dawn had arrived.

In a moment Cedric's transformation was complete. He was in human form again, and the bites from the vampire bats covered his body like measles. He gasped over and over again, like he couldn't get enough air. His eyes rolled in his head. I went over to him, kneeling down.

“No blood!” he said. “No blood! Bobby Tanaka! No blood!”

They had drained his blood, and there was nothing I could do. I took off my jacket and covered him, and Marissa, for all her hatred of him, took off hers as well. I rolled it up and put it behind his head as a pillow.

“Horrible!” he gasped. “Pain.” He clutched his gut. “Like stones in my stomach.”