Lindsay Buroker - Dark Currents

“At least they shouldn’t fit through the door.” Amaranthe forced her weary legs to stand.

“Their claws will,” Maldynado said. “And there’s no way to close these windows.”

He waved at the large openings on each wall. Lacking glass or shutters, they had been designed to provide a panoramic view of the lake, dam, and river, not keep monsters out.

“Ready that chain,” Amaranthe said. “Time to hook these fish and fling them into the sea.”

“On it,” Maldynado said. Thumps against the floor almost buried his words.

During their preparation, Sicarius and Maldynado had unhooked the crane from the floodgate it was designed to lift, and Maldynado had had time to familiarize himself with the controls, but he did not appear certain as he manipulated a pair of levers. “These critters don’t have belts or anything. What or where am I supposed to grab?”

“Between the legs,” Sicarius said.

“You want me to stick a hook in something’s balls? That’s terrible.”

Sicarius advanced, lifting a hand as if he meant to take over the controls.

“Let him do it,” Amaranthe told him. “I want you guarding.” She put a hand on Maldynado’s back. “You can handle this.”

“Ball hooking. Got it.” Maldynado pushed a lever and something ground and clanked beneath the floor.

She had been too busy climbing to admire the crane built into the base of the tower, but they had deduced earlier that the water of the dam powered the contraption. They thought the crane was maneuverable enough to do more than its original purpose.

“Just keep those things from bashing through the door,” Maldynado said.

The sturdy concrete tower did not shake or shudder as the makarovi jumped against it from below, but the wood of the trapdoor was a weakness. Even with the heavy desk on top, it splintered and groaned under the onslaught. Claws scraped and gouged.

Amaranthe grabbed her rifle from the corner where she had dropped her gear. She hooked her short sword and a pistol onto her weapons belt as well, fearing she would need them. And more.

The trapdoor shuddered and the desk jumped. Sicarius pushed it back into place with his foot.

She leaned out a window and shot the first makarovi she saw. The rifle ball disappeared into the unkempt fur without doing apparent damage. Sicarius merely waited, his own weapons ready.

As Amaranthe reloaded, Maldynado let out a war whoop.

“I got One-Eye!” he yelled over the clamor coming from below.

Amaranthe rushed to his side. He had snagged the makarovi Sicarius knifed. The creature yowled and thrashed, and she feared it would tear free, but its gyrations only drove the hook deeper. Maldynado chomped down on his lip, his brow creased with concentration as he maneuvered the makarovi over the side of the dam.

Amaranthe clenched her fist. “You’re doing it. It’s working.”

“Don’t get too happy yet, boss. I don’t know how to release it into the water.”

“Can you, uhm, jiggle it?”

The creature was still thrashing, unaware of the fall waiting, should it elude the hook. Maldynado manipulated the crane arm back and forth, trying to turn the makarovi into a pendulum. Between one eye blink and the next the beast fell, plunging out of view.

“Good,” Maldynado said. “One down and-”

A rifle fired. Sicarius stood before the back window. Despite his shot, a makarovi hung there, its arm hooked over the concrete sill. Amaranthe lunged past the desk, pulling her pistol out on the way. Sicarius lifted his rifle and hammered the clinging arm with the butt. She leaned out and fired into the creature’s fang-filled mouth.

It roared in pain, but clung to the sill. She fired her rifle as well, landing a shot in its right eye.

This time it let go. Before it dropped out of view, another jumped up, claws slashing. Sicarius dragged Amaranthe back as he leaped forward, his black knife leading. It sliced into the makarovi’s snout. The wound distracted the beast, and it fell before it could hook an arm over the ledge.

“That knife works better than the firearms,” Amaranthe said, backing toward the center of the tower to reload her weapons. “Are you ever going to tell me the story of where it’s from and how you got it?”

While keeping his eyes toward the windows, Sicarius poured powder down the barrel of his rifle and rammed a ball home. “You never asked.”

“I didn’t? Are you sure? I don’t usually miss an opportunity to pry.”

“I’ve noticed.”

The trapdoor lurched, heaving the desk into Amaranthe’s stomach. She grunted and shoved it back into place. Two makarovi caught opposite window sills at the same time.

“Might want to hurry it up, Mal,” she yelled, fumbling to finish loading her firearms.

Sicarius handed her his rifle and attacked the closet makarovi with his knife before it could pull itself inside. She raised the weapon and advanced on the second. It too clawed at the window, trying to pull itself inside.

Its meaty arms flexed, and the bear-like head appeared over the lip. She fired. Her ball bounced off the creature’s skull and ricocheted into the night.

“Unbelievable.” Amaranthe dropped the rifle, yanked her short sword out, and stabbed at the creature’s eye. It jerked its head, and her tip glanced off its cheek. She tried again. One way or another, she had to keep it from scrambling inside.

“Two down!” Maldynado called. “Going in for a third.”

Good, but her makarovi would not let go. She jabbed at vital targets on its face, yet it inched farther and farther inside. Blood matted its fur and ran down the inside wall below the window. Its efforts did not abate.

Growling, Amaranthe aimed for the eye again. It saw the blade coming and swiped a paw at her. She dodged and was ready to stab again, but the attack unbalanced the creature. It slipped and fell.

“Another one going for a ride,” Maldynado announced.

It was working. Chaos surrounded them, but her plan was working.

Amaranthe almost laughed, but it was too early for cockiness. Reload. She had to reload her weapons.

“Look out!” Sicarius fired past her shoulder.

She spun as a dark shaggy body barreled through her window.

Amaranthe stumbled back, lifting the rifle to shoot, but she had not had time to load it properly, and it misfired. The makarovi launched itself at her.

She dropped and rolled under the desk. “Need help!”

But Sicarius was busy fighting his own makarovi. He glanced her direction and missed a third beast rolling through the window. Its paw hammered the back of his head, and he hit the floor, rolling into the desk.

Blood stained his blond hair and streamed down his face. He appeared dazed and did not move.

Then she lost sight of him. Makarovi filled the room. She could not see Maldynado either. A lantern hit the floor and went out, halving the light.

The desk-her shelter-was hurled across the room. Wood smashed against her shoulder, jarring her with pain. A makarovi loomed over her. She rolled to the side and came up with her sword ready.

Claws raked across her back. Streaks of pain seared her, and she gasped, instinctively pulling away, but that put her closer to the makarovi in front of her. She tried to hurl herself sideways, but the upturned desk blocked her. Surrounded, she could not escape. She slipped in a puddle of water and crashed to the floor.

Not water. Blood. Her blood.

Sword still clenched, she tried to crawl for the desk while slashing at the dark shapes hovering above. Maybe if she could get under it…

But she could not move fast enough. A heavy weight slammed down, smothering her.

“Maldynado!” Sicarius’s yell, oddly far away, was the last thing she heard.