Robin Jarvis - Fighting Pax

Maggie and the others looked at Eun-mi anxiously. How long could she hold out against the power of Austerly Fellows’ infernal words?

“Do not make me do this!” Eun-mi warned.

The chanting and the menacing advance of the hooves continued. Eun-mi closed one eye and fired the gun. The shot thundered throughout the corridor, followed by a weird, unearthly bellow that made every heart thump faster.

Unable to sit still any longer, Gerald leaped up and ran to the door. He had to see what was happening out there. Maggie tried to call him back, but the old man joined Eun-mi and gasped at what he saw. Another bestial cry trumpeted and the other refugees scrambled to the furthest corner of the refectory and hid beneath the tables. With her heart in her mouth, Maggie edged to the doorway.

Gerald was reaching down for one of the rifles. Eun-mi didn’t stop him. Peering past them, Maggie had to fight to stop herself screaming.

“The Ismus said Malinda’s wand wouldn’t work in this world,” she cried fretfully. “‘Just a pretty stick,’ he said.”

“Austerly Fellows and the truth don’t mix,” Gerald told her, grimly flicking up the safety catch as he took aim.

At that moment there came a roar of engines, and four military jeeps sped in from the main tunnel. Their headlights flooded the corridor with harsh light and General Chung Kang-dae jumped out, pistol at the ready. Yet the orders to his men died in his throat when he beheld the scene before him and he struggled to take it in.

There was Eun-mi, pointing a gun at her own people. The white-haired Englishman was next to her, an automatic rifle in his hands. Beyond them, in the line of fire, were his beloved six-year-old daughter, Doctor Choe Soo-jin and five base personnel. Had Eun-mi gone mad?

He was about to scream at her when another bellowing screech resounded and he finally realised what the strange shape next to the doctor actually was. At first he’d thought it was merely the peculiar skull on the stick, but now he realised it was more than that, much more.

Caught in the dazzle of the headlights, every shiny bone was gleaming. Vertebrae had replaced the stick.

“ Kirin ,” he whispered.

Behind him, the General’s men uttered cries of dismay when they too saw the unicorn’s complete skeleton pawing at the ground with dainty, bony hooves. The dark, empty sockets of the grinning skull angled round to gaze at them and the teeth champed together, causing the tuft of reddish beard still attached to the jaw to flick and swish.

Then it bellowed again.

Gerald opened fire.

The rifle sprayed light and noise. Eun-mi rushed to drag her sister to safety against the wall, swiping the dead Doggy-Long-Legs off her head with the back of her hand and wrapping her arms round her.

The horned skeleton reared, paddling the air with slender forelegs. The bullets bounced off the white bones like dried peas. Then it stamped and kicked and gave an unearthly scream as it charged. Gerald leaped aside, but he wasn’t quick enough. The unnatural creature crashed into him. The old man was flung into the air, as easily as one of Maggie’s stuffed toys, and hit his head on the concrete when he fell. The unicorn galloped over him, stampeding towards the General’s stupefied troops.

With its macabre head lowered, it rampaged into their midst. Screams and shots erupted as the unicorn slaughtered every soldier in its path. The single, tapering horn went slashing through the uniform of the People’s Army, impaling hearts and ripping out lungs.

The bravest tried to surround it. They wrenched at the exposed ribcage, shoving their rifles inside, using them as levers to try and snap it apart. But the ferocious skeleton was too strong for them. Its limbs lashed out and it spun round wildly. Moments later, those men were on the floor, their heads torn from their shoulders. Hooves kicked out and headlights smashed. The corridor collapsed back into gloom and Doctor Choe Soo-jin continued reading aloud.

The surviving soldiers drew away from the unicorn, retreating between the jeeps. It went stalking after them. Then, one by one, they dropped their weapons and began rocking backwards and forwards, their lips mumbling in time with the doctor’s. The skeleton tossed its blood-dripping head and tapped the ground as if applauding.

Standing in the centre of all this, General Chung stared around, aghast. He saw the dismembered bodies of his men and the nightmare apparition now dancing over them. He saw the entranced, smiling faces of the doctor and those with her. Then his dumbfounded gaze took in the old Englishman, lying deathly still, with Maggie crouched at his side, tearfully calling his name. Finally he saw Eun-mi, shielding her sister from the surrounding horrors.

Shakily, the General stepped towards them. His head was buzzing and felt light and giddy. A cold breath blew on the back of his neck and the corridor seemed to peel away, revealing the blue sky of a summer day where the towers of a white castle rose tall and majestic.

General Chung yelled in protest and he was in the corridor once more. The words of the book were burning inside his mind, consuming his will and strength. He clenched his teeth and swayed unsteadily. He had to fight it, he had to resist. He had to stop the destruction of everything he was, stop that overwhelming, leaching force.

Raising a quaking hand, he shot Doctor Choe Soo-jin through the head. She dropped like a stone. At once, and without blinking, one of the guards with her picked up the accursed book and continued reading from where she had left off.

Shafts of sunlight came breaking through the crackled paint of the ceiling. Birds were singing in the trees. The General’s shoulders sagged and his legs bowed. The infernal words were raging through his brain.

His thick eyebrows clashed and he snarled in agony. The torment of resisting was unbearable. Shrieking, he snatched up Gerald’s discarded rifle and emptied the magazine into the guards and technicians. He had to silence the words. He had to save the Republic from the contagion of this foul, Western disease.

Breathing hard, he let the AK-47 fall. But the words had not been silenced. A single voice was still reciting the opening passage from Dancing Jax .

Once more the paint flaked from above and sunlight came streaming in. He heard a lute playing and happy voices singing.

“No!” he raged.

The General threw off his hat and clawed his scalp. He would not be able to resist much longer. Desperate and driven half mad, he turned to that one remaining voice and raised his pistol to silence it.

Still held tightly in Eun-mi’s arms, Little Nabi’s glassy, doll-like eyes stared back at her father as she chanted Austerly Fellows’ bewitching words.

General Chung lurched forward and pressed the gun to her young forehead.

“Stop!” he ordered. “Stop!”

Eun-mi could not believe what he was doing.

“No, Father!” she begged.

“Stop!” he repeated when the six-year-old continued as if he was not there.

Terrified by his insane, murderous expression, Eun-mi covered her sister’s mouth and implored him to put the pistol down.

The General glared at her. There was a demented light in his eyes and she hardly recognised him. His nostrils quivered and he sniffed her suspiciously. Why was she not affected? Why was she still in control? Couldn’t she hear the songbirds? Couldn’t she feel the sunshine beating down? How could she stop her feet from skipping to the merry tune of the minstrels? All the other young maidens were cavorting on the green with their gallants. What was she? Why was she different?

“Ab… b… aberrant,” he stuttered thickly and he began to growl.

“Father!” Eun-mi wept.