Sarwat Chadda - Ash Mistry and the World of Darkness

He needed to level the battleground. Darkness was Parvati’s element. He stumbled backwards towards the patch of light in the corridor.

“Parvati …”

She swung the twin tulwar blades with mastery. A wall of lightning, blazing silver blurred about him and Ash ripped free his katar, barely deflecting one of the swords before it decapitated him. Sparks jumped as metal struck metal. Ash struck back, a feint to try to wrong-foot her, but Parvati saw through it and he received a cut along his arm for his pains.

“Parvati, please …”

Parvati stepped into the square of light. “My name is Rani.”

Three crooked grooves crossed her face. Her left eye was blind and white, the tip of the upper lip raised in a sneer by the scar that ran from her temple down her cheek. Steel barbs chimed in her hair, tied to the brutal short locks. Her armour was a mixture of ancient and modern, her arms coiled with serpentine tattoos. A pair of daggers had been rammed into the white sash she wore around her slim waist, each with a cobra-styled hilt, matching the designs on her swords, their eyes glistening with emerald stones. She glared at Ash, her forked tongue flicking between her long fangs. Her face was framed by scales, giving her a greenish hue. This wasn’t the Parvati he knew.

“Ash!”

Parvati ran up the stairs. His Parvati. She stared at Ash and the girl he was fighting. Ashoka, huffing and puffing, clambered up behind her, carrying a satchel. His mouth dropped open.

Two Parvatis. And Ash was obviously fighting the evil-twin version.

That explains a lot. None of it good.

Two Ashes. Two Parvatis. Two of everyone.

Parvati flicked free her urumi. The four steel ribbons danced and lashed, eager tongues wanting blood.

“Wait!” shouted Ash. This was Parvati, of this world. Maybe she could help them.

But Parvati wasn’t listening. She pounced.

Rani transformed. She spun between the steel whips, any one of them capable of slicing off a limb, one moment taking the form of a cobra, twisting in the air, then, as the four blades recoiled, landing on the ground, human again.

Parvati couldn’t change that fast, nor with such precision.

Rani spun her swords and came at Parvati. She sheared off one of her locks and Parvati flinched as the tip entered her shoulder. The urumi skated across Rani’s armour but did nothing more than scratch the black-lacquered steel.

They weren’t going to stop. One would kill the other.

Ash wasn’t going to let that happen. He charged in.

He jabbed low with the katar, following with kicks and punches as Parvati swept her urumi blades in all directions.

But Rani wove through their assault. Ever changing, often in the blink of an eye, she twisted and spun and struck, one second human, another cobra, sometimes a creature melding both. Her spine did things that should be impossible without crippling herself and her limbs were quadruple-jointed so attacks came from unbelievable angles and she could slip through even the strongest, bone-breaking locks and holds.

But she couldn’t defeat them. She stepped back as Parvati and Ash merged their fighting into a single, seamless, blazing blitzkrieg .

Ash, panting and sweaty, stood beside Parvati as she shook the urumi, ready for another attack.

“You can’t win,” Ash said. “Put down your weapon and let’s just talk. That’s all.” He bent down, opening his hand. “Look, I’ll go first.” He rested the katar on the floor. “See?”

Rani smiled crookedly. “Stupid.”

The tulwar flashed at Ash’s unprotected neck. She transformed, her arm stretching out an extra metre. Ash didn’t even flinch before Parvati barged him out of the way. The blade sliced along her back and Ash heard the skin and muscle rip open. Blood splashed the wall. She was hurt.

The front door crashed open downstairs.

Then Ash heard the cackling howl. Jackie had come to the party.

“Get Parvati out of here,” he said to Ashoka. “Now.”

How many were there? Did it matter? He could barely hold Rani at bay. She smiled and it was an ugly thing; the moon-shadow made her look gaunt and turned her face into a death mask.

The house echoed with the beat of boots. They were going to be trapped. Ashoka helped Parvati up while Ash stood between them and Rani. But the cobra girl wasn’t interested in attacking, she was just waiting for reinforcements.

Ashoka’s gaze darted from one end of the corridor to the other. “They’re coming up the staircase. There’s no way out.”

Ash nudged them back, his attention never wavering from Rani or her two swords, which she twirled in slow, supple circles. “The skylight.”

“How am I going to get up there?” asked Ashoka in a panic.

“Just think!” He really was useless. “Climb on that table.”

Ashoka muttered something and knocked a vase off a small coffee table. He dragged it into the spot right under the skylight.

The howling rose in pitch and the air quivered with Jackie’s giggling delight, accompanied by a chorus of other snarling beasts and who knew what else.

The glass shattered. He dared not take his eyes off Rani, but heard Ashoka huff and puff as he clambered up on the table, which creaked ominously. What a bloody farce. The lump of lard was going to break the table. Ash would have been out and gone by now. “Any time today would be good.”

“I’m doing my best!”

Ash grunted again and then the roof creaked as a weight rested upon it. Ashoka was up.

Just at that moment Jackie appeared. Her mane shook with excitement and her face was a hideous amalgam of human and jackal, a long snout dominating it and each fang dripping with spittle. Her amber eyes shone hungrily.

Parvati groaned as she slithered up on to the roof, Ashoka pulling her from above. “Come on, Ash.”

“You get going. I’ll catch up once I’ve dealt with this lot.” Wow, that sounded almost confident.

Four more men ran up behind Jackie, pausing on the stairs. A couple of heavy-shouldered dog-demons – thick necks and blunt noses and small feral eyes. Two more rats, each carrying a pistol, those old-fashioned flintlock things with wide barrels.

“Come on, Ash,” urged Parvati.

He glanced up.

She stretched out towards him, sweat covering her face and her scales shimmering nervously. A trickle of blood ran down her arm, dripping from her fingers. “Come on!”

Ash looked up at her, then, reaching into his shirt, he slapped the notebook into her hand. “Go!”

And then she was gone, and Ash charged.

His attack took Rani by surprise. She ducked his swipe but not his knee as it slammed into her belly. Ash tripped over her foot, but rolled past and then was swamped by the musky stench of Jackie’s fur. The jackal rakshasa screamed as she sank her claws into his shoulder.

Ash tried to heave his katar into the monster’s face, but someone grabbed his arm. He roared and kicked as bodies flew at him, weighing him down by sheer numbers. A bullet whistled and more glass smashed.

Once he’d have carved through this lot in seconds. Once, when he’d been a master of death. Now he took punches and blows and couldn’t see for the blood in his eyes.

Winning didn’t matter. Ash headbutted one of the beasts. He just needed to keep them busy.

Feet scurried above him, one light and graceful, the other lumbering and uneven. Parvati and Ashoka were getting away.

A fist came out of the bundle and almost took his head off. Ash braced himself, wobbled, then one more dog charged him and they all – Ash, Jackie, the rest – collapsed into a scrum. With Ash at the bottom.

Blood dripped from his cut lip and his shoulder ached from Jackie’s claws digging into the meat.