"Where is the boy?" asked the German.
Jeffreys said nothing, so the soldier shot him in the shoulder. Jeffreys screamed and clasped his hand to the wound. The soldier put the gun to Jeffreys' head. "The boy!"
Jeffreys glanced over to where Gwen was standing, and she gave a small shake of the head, pleading with him not to do it. But she could already see in his eyes he'd made the decision. He pointed at Gwen's house. "In there. Please don't-" His final words were silenced by the
blam!
of the pistol as it blew his brains out.
Gwen felt nothing at his death, the betrayal still stinging. She couldn't even consider what she might have done in his position; could only think about the fact her son's location had been given away. The German was already motioning towards Tanek.
"No!" shouted Gwen, training her rifle on the soldier who'd just killed Jeffreys. She opened fire, the bullets smacking into his body, so many he was lifted off his feet to land several metres away. Perhaps she thought that by killing him she could somehow turn back time; erase what had just happened.
But
nothing
could do that and, as Tanek began to head towards her home, Gwen ran. She was halted by a rain of bullets from a semi-circle of soldiers who appeared out of nowhere. Gwen fired into them, but such was the intensity of the return fire that she had to duck back behind a wall. If she fell here then Clive Jr was as good as Tanek's.
Gwen peered round the corner and let off a few more rounds. Then she was empty. There were no more magazines left, so she dropped the rifle and took out her pistol, cocking it. Gwen also reached down for the knife she kept strapped to her ankle.
She came out, making every shot with the pistol count, taking out four soldiers with the first volley. Gwen threw herself down and slashed at another soldier's calves with her knife, causing him to drop to one knee. Then she plunged the knife in his ribs several times in quick succession. He toppled over onto his face, twitching.
Gwen rose with one eye still on Tanek, who was about to enter her house.
"Gwen! Watch out!" she heard, and then she was being pushed out of the way, falling to the ground where she landed awkwardly on her shoulder. She looked up as bullets hit her rescuer. It was Andy, who'd staggered out of the doctor's perhaps in the vain hope he might be able to help Jeffreys. Instead he'd taken about a dozen bullets for her. He turned towards her, an expression of disbelief on his face.
"Andy!" she cried. But it was too late. He was beyond hearing her.
Firing off a few rounds in the direction of the German machine-guns, she didn't waste the opportunity he'd given her. She raced after Tanek, just as someone came crashing through the living room window of her house. The body was covered in shattered glass, and rolled a few times before stopping. It was Darryl.
"No... Christ in Heaven, no!" she wailed.
Tanek emerged from her place, carrying a crying Clive Jr - holding him by the scruff of his T-shirt and brandishing the crossbow as if daring anyone to take the child from him.
"
No!"
she screamed and ran forward. Then, suddenly, she was aware of the fact that she wasn't moving anymore. Her leg had given out and there was a white hot pain spreading through her thigh. Looking down, she saw the bolt there, embedded deep. She began to crawl, holding up her pistol with a shaky hand but not daring to fire in case she hit her son. Gwen was a good shot, but not
that
good, especially in this condition. Then another bolt slammed into her shoulder, causing her to drop the gun altogether.
As the pain from this kicked in, machine-gun fire continued unabated all around, and she realised that no one was going to ride in and save the day. Not Robert and his Rangers, not anybody. He'd probably left her to it just to spite her, that's if Karen had even made it to the castle.
"If only De Falaise could see you now," Tanek shouted over the noise.
"L-Leave my son alone, you bastard!"
"Sorry, I made a promise."
What promise? Gwen didn't understand what all this was about. Wasn't really interested - all she wanted was her son back. She would give anything for that.
Tanek raised his crossbow once again, aiming at her heart.. "And now your role in the story ends."
It was at that moment Clive Jr began to wriggle and kick out. Tanek pressed the trigger, and the bolt went off target, but still hit Gwen just below the ribs. She sucked in air through her teeth as it thudded in.
At the same time there was a hissing sound. More smoke bombs had been thrown into New Hope, but they didn't originate from the hole. And it didn't appear to be the Germans who'd set them off. They looked at each other, mystified, as red smoke filled the area. Tanek looked over, frowning.
Gwen squinted, catching glimpses of figures in the smoke, moving through the German troops. Taking them down with the kind of skill her villagers would never possess. Professional fighters, even more professional than the Germans. Gwen grimaced from the pain, but started to feel a glimmer of hope, especially when she saw a hood.
Karen had made it after all!
And it looked like she'd brought back company.
There was only one thing wrong. Where were the arrows? Where were the bolas those men favoured? She saw a flash of metal. Yes, swords: they used swords instead of conventional weaponry. But, when one of the hooded figures appeared beside a German soldier, bringing down his blade across the man's wrists and severing his hands, Gwen knew this wasn't Robert and his men. Blood pumped from the soldier's wrists as he raised them, looking uncomprehendingly at the stumps. He didn't have to suffer for long, though, because the hooded figure twirled and cut off his head in one quick, clean stroke. It was as the blade lowered that Gwen saw it wasn't a broadsword he was holding, but a machete.
And the colour of the hood had nothing to do with the red smoke that plumed around the figure, because the material was red to begin with.
Morningstar Servitors!
Tanek obviously recognised this, he'd spent long enough working with them when they'd allied themselves with the Tsar. They'd thought the Russian was their chosen leader on earth or something, but had abandoned him soon after the fight for the castle.
Here and there, Gwen saw snatches of what was happening out in the crimson smog: a German soldier firing into the mist, but hitting nothing, only for a machete blade to appear in the centre of his chest; another German firing a pistol off to one side, arm outstretched, and then the next moment a blade coming out of nowhere, hacking his arm off at the elbow. It was a similar story everywhere you looked: a leg here, a hand there. The Servitors - and yes, there were definitely more than one - were everywhere and nowhere at once. Finally, Gwen saw one German staggering through the smoke, his rifle held close, eyes darting left and right - when a hooded figure materialized behind him and planted his machete deep into the man's head, practically slicing it in two.
It was clear the Germans didn't know quite what had hit them, and they were rapidly losing the battle. Tanek fired off a couple of bolts at the approaching hooded men, but in spite of his accurate aim they didn't end up anywhere near the targets. As they moved forwards, holding their machetes in one hand, they removed their cowls with the others, revealing those skull faces Gwen knew so well. Tanek fired again, but found he was out of bolts. In order to change the magazine, he had to drop Clive Jr. Her son began crying even louder as he was dumped unceremoniously on the ground. Tanek reloaded quickly, firing off a couple of bolts - hitting nothing, once more. But when he reached down to retrieve the child, Clive Jr had disappeared. Gwen hadn't seen him vanish, either; perhaps he'd got up and toddled off into the smoke?
Whatever the case, Tanek had other matters to deal with. The Servitors were closing in and no matter where he fired, Tanek didn't seem to be able to land a hit. It was like he was firing into the fog itself.
Slinging the weapon over his shoulder, he brought out his knife and prepared for hand-to-hand. The Servitors rushed him as one, machete blades swishing. Tanek avoided the first of the blows, grabbing one Servitor - not so insubstantial now - and throwing him into three of his brethren, who tumbled to the ground like bowling skittles. But one of the machetes caught Tanek a glancing blow across the forearm and he roared.
Gwen attempted to move, to crawl forward and search for her son, but her whole body cried out in agony. She tried to call his name, but doubted whether he could hear her. "C-Clive sweetheart, where are you? It's...it's Mummy."
She gritted her teeth, severely hampered by her wounds but desperate to find her son. Suddenly, in front of her, was a set of feet. Gwen looked slowly up, and there he was, hood removed.
It was the man who'd saved her once from the castle, only this time he wasn't wearing his skull make-up. He was here again to save her. And he was holding Clive Jr in his arms, safely returned to her. Gwen couldn't help herself, she began to cry. "T-Thank you," she whispered. She didn't know what else to say, there weren't the words to express how she felt. Gwen held up a trembling hand to take her child. But the man she'd once known only as Skullface cocked his head, frowning. It was then that she saw it: the tears tracking down his face, the humanity she'd sensed in him before. Yet still he held on to her child...
The smoke was clearing a little, and though the circle of Servitors remained, there was no sign of Tanek. There was, however, another development. At first Gwen thought more Servitor reinforcements had arrived, but these people in Hoods were on horseback, and they were armed with bows and arrows. Karen was with them, riding with a shocked-looking Reverend Tate, who immediately ordered the Rangers to fire at the Servitors. Arrows struck several in arms and legs before they could find cover. "No, wait!" Gwen wanted to shout, but didn't have the voice anymore. It came out as a croak.
Tate had dismounted and was leading a team across the square. A couple of the Rangers had engaged the Servitors in swordplay, taking advantage of the fact they were fresh from fighting the Germans. The Reverend was limping towards Gwen and her saviour, and calling for the man to release his hostages. Gwen wanted to explain, to tell him he'd got it all wrong, but even if she did have the strength Tate probably wouldn't have believed her. The man who'd come to her aid looked from Gwen to the Reverend, and he finally let Clive Jr down to be with his mother.
Then he ran, calling for the other Morningstars to retreat as well. Tate attempted to stop him, swinging his stick, but the man easily dodged it. Within moments he and the other robed figures were gone.
Though it was agony to do so, Gwen put her free arm around Clive Jr, growing weaker by the minute. That final bolt had done something to her, torn something vital inside, she realised, and part of her wondered if that was why the Servitor was crying? She couldn't help looking at the bodies of the fallen all around, clearly visible now the smoke was gone, and thinking that soon she would be joining them. Gwen cried again, this time not because she'd been reunited with her son, but because she'd have to say goodbye to him shortly.
As Tate came over - concern etched on his face and calling for medical assistance - she also wondered if Clive Jr would have been better off with the man who'd really saved them? It was clearly what the Servitor himself had been considering right at the end.
But one thing comforted her as she lay there, bleeding out from her wounds.
At least she knew her boy wasn't with that bastard Tanek.
Tanek wondered what exactly had happened.
One minute everything had been going brilliantly, according to plan. The villagers were being worn down, they had pretty much been removed as any kind of real threat. The woman Gwen was on her knees in front of him, where she belonged, and De Falaise's child was his for the taking.
Then...
they'd
arrived, out of nowhere. The Morningstars. Tanek simply couldn't get his head around it. He'd not seen a single one of those freaks since the battle at Nottingham Castle; they'd fucked off and left the rest of them to it, abandoning the Tsar to die at Hood's hands. Now this. Why had they stepped in? What was their argument with him? Or the Germans for that matter?
It just didn't make sense.
But Tanek believed in the evidence of his own eyes. Back there, with those Servitors all around him, their machete blades cutting him in at least half a dozen places, he hadn't questioned the fact that they were there; that they were attacking for no reason. He'd fled, ensuring his own survival. If he lived, then there was always another chance to capture the boy. A good job he had too, because he'd only narrowly avoided a run in with some Rangers on horseback, riding in like the fucking cavalry. It was definitely time to beat a hasty retreat, put some distance between him and the Morningstars,
and
the Rangers. Once he might have actually stayed and slugged it out with both, despite the superior numbers, but Tanek was on to a good thing with the Germans. And he'd figure out another way to get to De Falaise's child at some point.
His way had been blocked to the jeep so he'd had to escape on foot, losing himself in the woodland area that surrounded the village. Tanek kept looking over his shoulder as he went, nursing the cuts on his arms and torso, trying to stem the bleeding because it would leave a trail.