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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“You want me to find her, so we can unite and set you free,” I challenge it.

I have always been free, the Kah-Gash retorts. I choose my hosts and stay of my own free will.

“But you want to be made whole again?”

There’s silence for a few seconds. Then a sigh. The window is about to close. Cross or stay, the choice is yours. But choose now.

I want to question it further, but there isn’t time. Cursing, knowing this might be the worst move I ever make, I throw myself through the window just before it blinks out, severing the link between universes.

We’re in the middle of an oasis. At least that’s what it looks like, but on closer examination you can see that the trees are made of bones and scraps of human skin, and the pool at the center is alive and carnivorous. This was one of Beranabus’s favorite spots in this foul universe. He often rested here.

“What kept you?” Shark asks.

At the same time Kernel says, “We shouldn’t be here.”

“I was tying my shoelaces,” I tell Shark, then turn to answer Kernel.

“You’re not wearing any shoes,” Shark notes.

“You’re so observant,” I respond drily.

“Bec knows about this place,” Kernel says, raising his voice. “We stayed here after the attack at the hospital. She might be keeping tabs on it.”

“I already thought of that,” I scowl, “but this is the only place Beranabus showed me how to get to. I couldn’t guide us anywhere else.”

“That’s stupid,” Kernel barks. “The location is irrelevant. You could have—”

“You can stand there and lecture me,” I snap, “or you can build a fresh pair of eyes and lead us all to safety.”

Kernel grumbles, but turns, sits, and focuses on his empty sockets. As he directs magic at the place where his eyes once were, Moe growls and advances on him, followed by Curly.

“Easy,” I soothe them. “Change of plan. Let him work on the eyes.”

The werewolves stare at me. Sighing, I thicken the cords in my throat and growl their new instructions. Once the message has penetrated, they explore the trees around us, chasing each other through them, munching strips of flesh and breaking off bones to gnaw.

“Is the water safe to drink?” Kirilli asks, stepping towards the dark pool.

“It’s not water,” I tell him. “If you get close, it will pull you in and eat you.”

“Nice,” Shark grunts. “You know how to pick the perfect spot for a date.”

“Are there any computers here?” Timas asks, studying the trees.

“This is the universe of the Demonata,” I remind him. “The home of magic and monsters, nightmares and madness. Of course there are no bloody computers!”

“Why not?” he asks. “Maybe demons like to surf the web too.”

I roll my eyes, but inside I’m smiling. They’re a weird, wounded lot, but I can rely on every one of them to stand by me in a fight. Well, maybe not Kirilli if his yellow streak kicks in… or Timas if he gets bored… or Kernel once he takes off for his rendezvous with the Old Creatures… or Shark if the brace holding his guts in place cracks open…

“What are you grinning at?” Shark asks.

“You wouldn’t like it if I told you,” I chuckle. To hell with the odds—at least they’re my friends. If things go bad, I’d rather die in the company of this bunch of misfits than with anyone else.

Kernel’s still working on his eyes. They’re starting to come together. At the moment they look like a runny egg that’s been poured back into the two halves of its shell. The rest of us are sitting nearby. Moe and Curly lie by my feet, panting after their playful chase.

I’m in the middle of telling Shark and Timas about Beranabus’s soul, how we found it inside the Shadow and freed it, what he told us before he departed. I’m interrupted by choking noises. Glancing over, I spot Curly shaking her head and retching. I grin, figuring she swallowed a bone the wrong way, but then Moe growls and edges away from her. I sense something’s wrong.

“Move back,” I tell the others. They shuffle away, Kernel too, knowing better than to question me. Moe is snarling, his teeth bared, eyeing Curly darkly.

The female werewolf rolls around, whining and gasping. I howl a question, but she either doesn’t hear or can’t respond. She’s clawing at her face. I howl again, trying to calm her, but she staggers to her feet and whirls away, making horrible sounds. She crashes into a tree, rebounds, and picks up speed. She’s unconsciously heading for the pool. I see the liquid draw towards the edge closest to us. It senses a victim and is getting ready to pounce.

I race after the distressed werewolf and tackle her. She lashes out at me, but feebly, no power in the punch. I get a glimpse of her face and shudder. Her flesh is bubbling as if she’s been dunked in a bucket of acid. Her eyes bulge, and her tongue swishes madly from one side of her mouth to the other.

“What’s wrong with her?” Kirilli yells.

“Damned if I know,” I mutter, nudging her away from the pool, ready to defend myself if she attacks.

Curly lurches to her knees, then throws herself down and buries her face in the soil. She thrashes wildly, sending clouds of dust shooting into the air. She slams her face harder into the ground, as if she wants to destroy it.

Curly screams, squeezes her head, then slumps. Her hands fall away. Her legs shiver, then go still. She lies facedown, breathing shallowly, silent. I edge closer, wary, expecting her to leap up and attack. But she’s not playing possum. She doesn’t move as I poke her with my right foot, or when I kneel beside her and pull her head up by her hair.

There are gasps from the others when they see her face. I frown at them, then rotate her head. As her face swings into view, I see what disturbed them. Her features have altered. There’s another face poking out of the flesh and bones. It’s still forming, the skin around the cheeks bulging and warping. But I recognize it in spite of all the blood and goo.

“Bec!”

Her eyes snap open and focus on me. I almost drop her and stamp her head into the ground. But that wouldn’t achieve anything. This isn’t the real Bec, merely a projection. I might as well hear her out. If I do any damage, I’ll only hurt Curly.

Bec’s lips move and she spits out clumps of Curly’s hairy flesh. She tries to speak. Blood gurgles in her throat and she chokes. Spits it out, then retches. Curly’s hand twitches and rises towards her mouth. It’s probably just to wipe blood away, but I’m taking no chances. I pin her with a wrestling move and clamp her hands behind her back. There are now only inches between my face and Bec’s. I draw back slightly, in case she bites.

“You don’t look worried,” Bec says, her voice rougher than usual, a bit of Curly’s growly tone mixed in with it.

“I’ve seen a lot weirder than this,” I shrug.

“Is that really Bec?” Shark barks.

“Quiet,” I tell him.

“We should kill her if—”

“Shut up!” I roar.

Bec smiles crookedly. “You’ve been spying on me. I thought I sensed you, but I wasn’t certain until now. You’d be more concerned if my appearance had come as a complete surprise. Will you try to kill me, Grubbs, or do you still hold out hope of reassembling the Kah-Gash?”

“What have you done?” I growl. “Have you pledged yourself to that foul hunk of rotting demon meat?”

“We can’t beat them,” she sighs. “Everybody realizes that except you.”

“So we join them instead?” I sneer. “Never. I’d rather die than fight beside the likes of Lord Loss.”

“I tried death,” Bec says. “It wasn’t much fun.”

“Are you having more fun now?” I want to pound her face to bits, but it wouldn’t change anything.

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