Sarwat Chadda - Devil’s Kiss

‘Your mother looked at me with those very eyes. So black and so very full of hate. If it’s any consolation she fought till the very end. She just wouldn’t play along and sit tight. I was almost sorry to kill her. Especially since it was clear that you alone wouldn’t be enough to make Arthur hand over the Mirror. It occurred to me, after ending your mother’s life, that the pair of you had been left at home defenceless and yet still no Arthur… He obviously didn’t care about you. Just like he doesn’t care about you now. So I left you, snivelling under the bed.’

‘No, that’s not true,’ Billi whispered. No matter what he did to her, her dad had to love her. She was his daughter – he had to! But as she dangled in the icy winds Billi felt the coldness soak into her heart. Mike leaned closer.

‘See? You believe me, don’t you? And this is the man you want to protect? You owe him nothing, Billi.’ Mike’s fingers locked round her wrist. ‘I only let him go last time after discovering he’d killed all my ghuls. I decided then I would wait and save all my strength for this very special moment. Now it’s your turn, Billi. Tell me where the Mirror is and you’ll be free. Free of your father. Of the Templars. Just tell me.’

‘I’ll tell you something. You’re scum. Murdering scum,’ Billi hissed. Mike’s eyes darkened and for a split second Billi felt his grip loosen and her heart jumped. But then he scowled and instead squeezed her wrist harder than ever until she could feel her bones about to crack.

‘I am Michael, the Angel of Death. It was I that rained fire on Gomorrah. It was I who stalked the streets of Egypt and slew the firstborn. I cast down Satan. I and I alone.’ He stared at her with a mixture of pride and anger. ‘I will bring people back to the light. I am God’s Killer and I will not be judged by the children of clay.’ He shook her wildly. ‘Where is the Cursed Mirror?’

‘So you and your wingless siblings can unleash the tenth plague? I don’t think so. I don’t even understand why.’ She thought about Rebecca and the ones he’d managed to infect with his touch in the hospital. If he got his hands on the Mirror the death toll would be immense. Britain would become a mausoleum overnight. ‘They’re innocent children.’

‘Then rejoice, for they will soon be in His Kingdom. Do you know that Rebecca’s mother prays constantly now?’

He knew? He knew they’d been to China Wharf Hospital? Oh God, what a fool she’d been.

Michael leaned closer. ‘Just think how much harder she’ll pray once Rebecca dies. Think of the thousands, millions of prayers and souls I’ll send to Him after I release the tenth plague.’ He looked up into the cloud-swollen sky. ‘God cannot ignore me then.’ He reached upwards with his free hand, gazing, lost, into the darkness. ‘He will take me back. He must.’

Billi spat in his face. Her muscles were numb now; just a residual dull ache ran down her arm. Her feet hung over empty air and she knew she was going to die. Michael had killed her mother and that hate overcame the fear. He wiped the spittle off his chin, and laughed.

‘A fighter, just like Jamila. I like that.’ He swung her in long arcs like she was a rag doll. Billi thought she’d overcome the pain, but a blaze of fresh agony ran into her shoulders and down her back and she couldn’t help letting out a short scream. Michael continued. ‘Truth be told, I knew you wouldn’t tell. Two stubborn parents – no wonder you’ve turned out this way. Totally pig-headed.’ He smirked and turned his head aside, though his eyes were still on Billi. ‘Isn’t that true, Kay?’

Billi’s eyes were blurred with tears, but she saw Kay, standing at the lift. He stared at them, horrified.

‘Run!’ Billi screamed. What was he doing here? Oh God, he was going to get himself killed.

Michael tutted.

‘Now, now, Billi. That’s not very nice. Kay’s come to save you. How… heroic.’ Then Michael showed her something: her mobile. ‘You left it at the cafe. I just texted him. Thought it was a message from you and here he is. Sweet, don’t you think?’

‘Let her go!’ Kay edged his way across the beams to a flat cast square of floor. He was shaking, but there was a tight grimness to his face.

‘I want the Mirror, Kay. Tell me or you’ll be soaking Billi up with a bucket and mop.’

She felt so helpless! She was so helpless. She thrashed out with her foot, but it just shot wildly in the air, striking nothing. How could she have fallen for it? Fallen for Michael? It had been a con from the beginning.

‘All right, all right,’ said Kay. He was at the edge of the ledge. ‘I’ll show you where it is.’

Mike swung Billi towards the ledge and let go. Her stomach flipped as she tumbled through the air. Then she smashed into Kay and the two of them rolled, banging heads, elbows and knees, over and over on the floor.

Billi couldn’t move her left arm. Ten thousand pins and needles stabbed and poked her muscles and it felt like it was on fire. The sky spun overhead and she was gasping for air. But she had to get up. She wasn’t going to be beaten by the man that had killed her mother. She rolled over and Kay was beside her, groaning.

‘Jesus, Kay. How stupid are you?’

‘But I thought you texted me. You wanted to meet me.’

‘Here? Like under the big sign saying “TRAP”?’

‘I wasn’t the one dangling off the side of a skyscraper.’

Billi spotted a toolbox pushed up against the wall. ‘Listen,’ she whispered. ‘When I move I want you to dummy left. Leave Michael to me.’

‘I can fight.’

‘Trust me, you can’t. Just dummy left, OK?’ But Kay’s face was rigid. He wanted to fight. Billi wanted to slap some sense into him. ‘Dummy left.’

‘OK,’ he said finally.

Billi crossed over to the toolbox and pulled out a large spanner. Her left arm dangled uselessly by her side, but she raised the tool high with her right. Somehow she had to stop him. Michael paused, watched her grit her teeth and stride forward. Kay darted in, on the left, but Michael didn’t respond. Billi brought the spanner down with all her strength. Michael still didn’t respond. The spanner head, a square chunk of steel, shattered the side of his skull.

Michael stumbled backwards. Billi gaped at the deep crevasse, oozing thick blood. Sticky clots hung to his hair and the top shoulder of his coat was sprinkled with red droplets.

But then the bleeding stopped. The gap of broken bone began to reform and the deep dent bulged back out into shape. Within seconds the bone had repaired itself and the skin began to seal, leaving only a thin pink scar. That too vanished within seconds.

‘Is this how you dump all your boyfriends?’ said Michael. Then he struck. Billi tried to block, but her left arm wouldn’t respond. She ducked under the hammer-like fist, but it caught her dead centre in the forehead. Sparks exploded around her and she felt herself falling. She collapsed and edges of darkness crept into her vision, gently turning everything black.

Arms half lifted, half dragged her and she felt soft, warm fabric against her face. Billi’s mind drifted in and out of consciousness and deep down a small part of her screamed that she should wake up, but she couldn’t. She was trapped in this nightmare and couldn’t get herself out. She moaned in despair.

‘Oi, your girlfriend’s not going to puke in my taxi, is she?’ A voice filtered through, someone she didn’t recognize. A door slammed and an engine rumbled to life.

‘Don’t worry, sir. She’s just had one too many shandies,’ said Michael. ‘Isn’t that right, Kay?’

There was a strained murmur. At least Kay was with her. She let the blackness take her again.