Darren Shan - Hell's Heroes

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The final dramatic conclusion to Darren Shan's international phenomena, The Demonata. Expect the unexpected!
The girl gazes up at me. She's even younger than I thought, clutching a small teddy bear in one hand. 'Are you the bogey man?' she whispers, eyes round.
'Yes,' I croak, then take hold of her head with my huge, scarred, blood-soaked hands and crush…" Beranabus and Dervish are gone. Bec has formed an unholy alliance with Lord Loss. Kernel is blind, held on Earth against his will. Grubbs is mad with grief and spinning out of control. The demons are crossing. The Disciples are falling. The Shadow is waiting. Welcome to the end.

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“Company?” Kernel whispers.

“Trouble, most likely.” I bark softly at Moe and Curly. Obeying my command, they move to the mouth of the tunnel and take up position, one on either side.

“Shall I douse the light?” Kirilli asks. He’s trembling. It might be from the chill of the water, though I suspect fear plays more of a part.

“No,” I tell him. “When I give the order, intensify it and direct the rays at whatever comes through. If they have eyes, maybe we can blind them.”

“You’re good at that,” Kernel mutters sarcastically.

We fall silent. The footsteps draw closer. Then I see shadows. Two separate figures, one tall and skinny, the other shorter but broad. The tall, skinny one might be the shadow of Lord Loss, but the other can’t be Bec. Not unless she’s chosen a new form, like Nadia Moore did when she joined the demon master.

Their feet come into view. I see boots and the hems of trousers. They both look human. Soldiers perhaps, sent to assassinate us? Mages? Spelunkers, like the young Kirilli Kovacs? Some chance of that!

The pair pause, perhaps sensing trouble. Then the broader one shrugs and steps forward quickly, the taller one taking a hasty stride to keep up. Curly and Moe howl and leap, claws extended.

“No!” I roar, and they wheel away instantly.

The two humans were raising guns in self-defense, but now they lower them and stare at us.

“Who is it?” Kernel hisses, fingers twitching. “What’s going on?”

“It’s me,” the broad one says.

“And me,” the lankier one adds.

“Shark?” Kernel gasps.

“Yeah,” the soldier grunts.

“And Timas Brauss,” the computer whiz says.

Shark looks at the werewolves, the island of bones, the shattered lodestone, and the three of us shivering in the water. Then he grins. “So,” he drawls, “have you missed me?”

SHARK ATTACK

The last time I saw Shark was just after we escaped from Wolf Island. He’d been mauled by werewolves. Any normal person would have died from his wounds, but Shark is as stubborn as they come. He refused to roll over and die.

He’s still in bad shape. His left ear was bitten off and a raw-looking stump remains. He can see out of his right eye, but only just—the flesh around it is scarred and pink. All four fingers on his left hand were severed, leaving the thumb looking lonely and strange. The thumb and index finger on his right hand are gone too. And he’s wearing a brace from his waist to just beneath his chest.

“You look like hell,” I roar happily, picking him up and swinging him around.

“Mind the ribs,” he wheezes, and I immediately put him down. He scowls at me. “You don’t look any great shakes yourself. Haven’t you heard of razors?”

“No time for shaving. I’ve been too busy killing demons.”

“That’s no excuse,” he says, then winks with his good eye.

“Hi,” Kernel says, shuffling forward and extending a hand.

“How you doing, kid?” Shark asks with unusual kindness, ignoring the hand and giving Kernel a hug.

“Surviving,” Kernel sighs.

“I’m Kirilli Kovacs,” the stage magician introduces himself, straightening like a soldier presenting himself to an officer. “I’m a Disciple.”

“That so?” Shark grunts, running a bemused eye over Kirilli’s costume.

“Nobody has to bother with me,” Timas says cheerily. “I don’t matter.”

“Of course you do,” I chuckle, moving forward to shake the hand of the tall, thin, red-haired computer genius.

“I was eagerly looking forward to seeing you again,” Timas says. “Primarily, I must admit, because of the chance to renew my relationship with the delicious Meera Flame. But I understand she has been taken from us.”

“About a month ago,” I nod, my smile fading as I recall her grisly death. “She took Juni Swan with her. Blew her into a thousand lumpy pieces.”

“Some small comfort,” Timas says. “I have been seeking solace in the world of computers, but since Meera I find it hard to summon up the same enthusiasm as before. I think I might be in mourning. Or perhaps it’s just that I changed my diet recently.”

Kirilli raises an eyebrow. I smile and whirl my finger around beside my head.

“What have you two been up to?” I ask. “It feels like years since Wolf Island.”

“I’ve been recovering,” Shark says gruffly, hating to admit to his wounds.

“And I’ve been playing nursemaid,” says Timas.

“I wanted to join up with you earlier, but my doctor wouldn’t let me,” Shark complains. “She kept me sedated. I’d be there still if she hadn’t been eaten by a demon. Her replacement was less concerned about me.”

“Are you sure you’re OK?” I frown. “I don’t want you dropping dead on us.”

“Some hope! I’ve been in a couple of fights already. I wanted to limber up before I tracked you down, make sure everything was in working order. As dozens of dead demons would tell you if they could talk—it is.”

“How do you fight with so few fingers?” Kirilli asks.

Shark bends his thumb. “I gouge.” Kirilli laughs, but stops when he realizes Shark is serious. The ex-soldier glares at Kirilli, then turns his gaze to me. “What about you? Anything new I need to know?”

“Yeah. But let’s go back to the other cave. The skulls and bones are giving me the creeps.”

“You’re getting soft,” Shark snorts, but follows me up the tunnel to the cave of natural wonders.

As we settle down close to the waterfall, we fill Shark in on all that’s been going on. Kirilli tells him what happened on the ship of zombies. Kernel gives him a quick rundown of his trip across the universe with the Old Creatures. Then I describe our battle with Death and the demons. When I get to the bit about Kernel’s eyes, Shark interrupts forcefully.

“What the hell do you mean?” he shouts, staring from me to Kernel. “I assumed some demon blinded him. Are you seriously telling me you did it?”

“I had to,” I mutter. “He was going to leave.”

“So what?” Shark roars. “He’s one of us. You never turn on your own.”

“See?” Kernel smiles tightly. “That’s what I’ve been saying for a month.”

“You don’t understand.” I hate the way Shark looks at me. “We’re up against Death. We can’t beat it by normal means. Our only hope is the Kah-Gash. If Kernel leaves, we’re finished. I need him to help me find Bec and unleash the full power of the weapon.”

“I keep telling you there’s no hope,” Kernel snaps. “I won’t waste my time fighting a losing battle. Even if you could convince me to stay, we’d still need Bec, but now that she’s turned against us…”

“What are you talking about?” Shark frowns.

I tell him about my dream, how I saw Bec ally herself with Lord Loss. “She vowed to lead him to the lodestones. With the help of those, he can create tunnels between universes.”

“What makes you think it wasn’t just a nightmare?” Shark asks.

“This was no ordinary dream. It’s real, trust me.”

“Let me get this straight,” Shark says grimly. “You three are the Kah-Gash, the most powerful weapon ever. One of you has turned into a savage werewolf, the second wants to quit and head for the far side of the universe, and the third appears to be a traitor. You guys are supposed to be our best hope? Sounds to me like we’d be better off without the whole damn lot of you!”

“We’re doomed without the Kah-Gash,” I retort. “The demons will wash over us. Earth won’t see out the year.”

“At least we won’t be torn to shreds by our friends ,” Shark fires back at me. “I’d rather be gutted by a demon than stabbed in the back by you.”

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