Joshua Graham - Terminus

The cartel members were still firing on the Nephilim.

Serena growled. She didn’t bother shouting orders at the humans mistaking them for their targets and shooting at them. Instead, she turned to confront them.

At once, they learned what her terrifying Nephilim power was.

LENA HAD BEEN OFF BALANCE since the operation began. Morloch hadn’t checked in even once before the Cabrillo Stadium event. She wasn’t sure if that was a good sign or not. And what about her every step being scrutinized by those agents of the Dark Dominion known as auditors?

They were one of the few beings in all of existence she feared.

Though she’d never seen one, she sensed they were near. They gave off a coppery odor, like blood, faint but just enough for her to notice. During her training years with Morloch she’d watched them in action, or rather activated by high-ranking demons against anyone over whom they had authority.

They were here now, in the bowels of the stadium.

She could smell them.

Distracted by the bullets raining down on Gunther and Serena, it took Lena a moment to understand that those idiots wouldn’t listen to her and call off their attack. Just as she figured out what was happening, Serena metamorphosed into a huge canine creature.

Lena called out, “Serena—it’s all Nick’s construct, we just have to stop him!”

Too late. Serena was now a wolf that even standing on all fours was at least six feet tall.

Most of the men fled.

The remaining few froze before the snarling wolf. With two strokes and a hideous snarl, she batted the men around, sending them crashing headlong into the concrete wall. Bones and skulls cracked with a sickening report. Blood-curdling screams had replaced the cacophony of weapons fire.

Lena spun around, searching for Nick. Gone. And now Hope was missing as well.

The nuke’s timer continued its countdown.

Gunther was holding a gunman while the wolf tore off his flesh. All the Hernandez and Suarez men who hadn’t fled were dead, their body parts strewn throughout Locker Room C.

“Gunther!” Lena shouted.

He turned around, eyes blazing—Nephilim like him and Serena could not help but give into their craving for bloody carnage. Lena herself struggled to keep from succumbing to this powerful lust.

She waited a moment for him to calm down enough to comprehend an order.

“Go to Locker Room B,” she said. “Make sure that nuke is secured.”

For a second he looked like he was about to attack her. Then he grunted and winked out of sight.

Serena, still in the form of a giant wolf, snarled. Her knife-sized fangs dripped with blood, with scraps of clothing and flesh. She glared at Lena through the exact same blue eyes as in her human form.

“Locker Room B!” Lena commanded.

A low-pitched growl.

“Get a grip, Serena. We don’t have time for this.” The coppery essence of auditors mingled perversely with the smell of fresh human blood and viscera.

The wolf came closer, baring its fangs.

Lena sneered at it. “Seriously, Serena?”

She lifted her hand, which began to glow with the crimson hue of destructive energy.

The wolf backed away and resumed her natural form as Serena, along with her attitude.

“You’re weak.”

“Then why haven’t you tried to kill me?”

“Who says I won’t, later?”

“Get down to Locker B with Gunther and find Nick and his people.”

“You’re losing it, Lena. Watch yourself.” Serena punctuated her warning with a nasty laugh. As she passed by she bumped Lena’s shoulder, then vanished.

“Presumptuous bitch!”

The lights went out.

In the utter darkness Lena sensed something in front of her face. Shuffling noises behind confirmed that she’d gotten distracted again. Furious, she lit up the room with fire from her fingertips.

The suitcase had been tossed to the floor, its wires and components a mess. The nuclear device was in a shambles. The retina scanner was missing—detached. She clenched her teeth at the sight of the severed wires.

The timer was frozen at 5:57.

Nick was growing weaker, but he was still resourceful. He and perhaps Hope had killed the lights, scanned her retina in a split second while she found her bearings, and disarmed the nuke.

“Dammit!” Lena roared, then focused her teleportation power on Locker Room B. There was still one more nuke, and she wasn’t about to let this entire operation fail because of one faltering angel.

AS HE RAN WITH HOPE DOWN THE STAIRS, Nick considered the grim irony. Nephilim were real, after all. But they seemed disorganized and easy to confuse. Must be all that raging blood-lust that blinded them to Lena’s commands.

“I can’t believe that retina scan worked,” Hope said.

“There’s one more, which can only be disarmed by Serena.”

“Is her being a wolf some kind of construct?”

“I can’t really tell. She’s a Nephilim. They’re all Nephilim.”

“I thought you said—”

“I was wrong.”

They reached the bottom of the steps and pushed open the door, expecting the worst. But the entire hallway was pitch black.

Another wave of pain and vertigo struck Nick.

“It’s happening—too fast.” He faltered and would have lost his balance had Hope not steadied him.

“ What’s happening?”

“Becoming human. The pain will pass, but every time it happens I lose more of my powers.” He took in a sharp breath. “Take my hand.” Sliding on the cool concrete wall, his other hand found a door, slightly ajar. Just enough light came through to illuminate its placard: LOCKER ROOM B.

But he could barely stand, even though that last wave had ebbed and some of his strength pulsated.

“Hope, please. They almost killed you. Stay out here and wait.”

“Try and stop me.”

He looked at her in wonder. “You’re nearly as stubborn as me.” He put his arm around her, cloaked her with him under an invisibility construct, and prepared for the struggle of passing through the door. To his surprise, they slipped through easily. If his powers were going to leave him, they were going to drive him batty doing it so inconsistently. Though he was grateful now to be inconsistently re-blessed with the ability to teleport, and pass through solid matter—with a hitchhiker, no less.

The sudden change of darkness to bright fluorescent lights stung his eyes.

Hope gasped.

Nick quickly covered her mouth.

Then he looked up and saw it.

The corpse of a man hung from the locker room’s ceiling pipes, eyes bulging, blue tongue sticking out. Thank God it wasn’t Lito!

In the mirror, however, Nick caught his and Hope’s reflection.

Not invisible.

Blasted, unreliable powers!

From behind a row of gunmetal lockers, Lena emerged. Then Serena, back in her human form, and finally, Gunther.

Each of them with a hostage’s neck in a chokehold.

“Running out…of time!” Lito grunted, looking to the timer on a suitcase in Lena’s other hand. In the crook of Gunther’s elbow, his neck looked ready to snap like a dry twig. Maria struggled in vain to free herself from Serena’s grip.

“Aren’t you the brave fool?” Lena said to Nick. “Should have joined me while the offer was still open.”

“You’re about to kill thousands of people, for what?”

“I have someone important to impress,” she said. “In fact…let’s do this out in the open. High visibility and all—it’ll only take a few minutes.” She glanced down at the timer. “Four, to be exact.”