Now We Are Monsters (The Commander)

Now We Are Monsters

Book
Two of “The Commander”

Randall Allen Farmer

Copyright
© 2012, 2013 by Randall Allen Farmer

All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this work, in whole or in part, in any form.  This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, organizations and products depicted herein are either a product of the author’s imagination, or are used fictitiously.

Now We Are Monsters
Book Two of “The Commander”

The Arm has different motivations than a normal human.  Different goals.  Different needs.  Different loves.  Different hates.  Yet, the biggest mistake you can make with an Arm, the biggest lever you can give to an Arm, is to forget she is human.  Arms are very human – they are just the predatory aspect of humanity writ large.

“The Book of Arms”

Part 1
Sprees and Setbacks

“If there be light, then there is darkness; if cold, heat; if height, depth; if solid, fluid; if hard, soft; if rough, smooth; if calm, tempest; if prosperity, adversity; if life, death.” – Pythagoras

Writing an Arm off as an insane killing animal is stupid and often fatal.  An Arm is perfectly capable of walking away from a fight she knows she cannot win.  She is also perfectly capable of figuring out who is after her, finding their address and telephone number, and threatening to harm their spouse and offspring – if those who are chasing the Arm don’t back off.

“The Book of Arms”

“There.”

Enkidu metasensed ahead.  At the far end of his range he found the Beast Man, as predicted by this strange Transform who now walked beside him, Wandering Shade.  Low on his
stuff
, what Wandering Shade called élan, Enkidu barely understood what else he metasensed.  He picked up Women Transforms, several of whom might be Monsters as well as Transforms.  Impossible.  Worse, one of these prey women was a
stable
part-Monster.

Wandering Shade’s looming presence, and the enigmatic Major Transform’s hand on his wolf shoulder, kept Enkidu
from charging this other Beast Man.  Enkidu needed élan so much.

However,
Wandering Shade controlled him now.  Galling, but true.  Enkidu bared his teeth and sniffed.  He picked out the reek of the Beast Man, as well as the stench of the women Transforms.  The forest and farmland odors couldn’t hide it.

Enkidu sat on his haunches under a bare-branched hackberry, a dozen feet from the barren expanse of a plowed-under field. 
“Tell me more about this Law you keep talking about,” he said.  He retained his ability to speak as a wolf, which had originally amazed Wandering Shade.  He spoke now to distract himself from his ever-present anger.  “You said it would prevent me from going fully over into beasthood.  But you and Gilgamesh implied that’s a problem, and I don’t agree.  My mind’s clearer than ever, Mr. Shade, and I swear I’m smarter than I was as a human.”  A cold wind whistled through the still-bare trees, a fine cooling breeze, a contrast from the muggy and too warm early spring Tennessee weather of the past several days.

“You are a special one, indeed,” Wandering Shade said. 
He wore the uniform of a Memphis police officer but didn’t act like one.  He acted like a Transform, but wasn’t visible to Enkidu’s metasense.  Enkidu’s confusion didn’t help his temper.  “But the fact you can talk and reason doesn’t mean the Beast won’t win in the end.  Without the help of the Law, each time you change your shape you’ll lose more of your humanity.  You appear to have the willpower to prevent yourself from inadvertent shape changes.  Good for you, but it won’t save you.  You’ll never be more human than you are now, a bristly wolf with the black and white fur markings of a domestic cat.  All you’re doing is slowing down the decay, and your human mind will eventually be consumed.  Probably soon.”

Enkidu growled
, a beastly growl from a beastly throat.  “I already think nothing except rape, murder and cannibalism.  How much farther from humanity can I go?”  This damned police officer had somehow taken control of his mind and body, casually, easily, with no sign the task cost him even a drop of sweat.  Sheer frustration made Enkidu want to go berserk, lose himself in his Beast, and slay the world.

“Death,” Wandering Shade said.  “You’re not bulletproof.  How many of your adrenaline-fueled escapades can you do before men like me hunt you down and kill you?”

Enkidu’s attempt at self-control collapsed in fury.  He growled louder and turned to snap at Wandering Shade for suggesting such a thing.  Wandering Shade didn’t flinch and froze Enkidu in place before he even started his snap, leaving Enkidu with one foreleg half-lifted, his rear poised six inches above the ground in the beginning of a leap, and the grimace of a snarl on his face.  He stared helplessly at the non-descript police officer, unable to look away.

Enkidu attempted to reason through his fury, to understand what he was dealing with in
Wandering Shade.  A Major Transform, certainly, but he didn’t match any of the types Enkidu knew of.  His power over Enkidu was total, yet he had no metasense glow, he left no scent trail and, in fact, smelled like
nothing
.

The Transforms had masters who successfully hid themselves from the rest,
it seemed, and Wandering Shade was one of them.  Nothing else made sense.

Worse, Wandering Shade was
right
.  Too many humans came armed with guns, and Enkidu found his love of battle too difficult to control.  Someday, one of these humans would get in a lucky shot.  Enkidu attempted to speak and Wandering Shade permitted him.  “If I let you put the Law on me, sir, would that allow me to have my own harem?”  Enkidu asked.  With a harem of his own, his constant need to hunt for his élan would stop being a problem.

“Yes,” Wandering Shade said, less certain in his tone.  “I believe so.  Would a harem mean that much to you?”

“Of course, sir,” he said.  “This élan stuff is my life.  I would give up my, um, escapades in a minute if it bought me a steady supply of élan.”  Enkidu paused and thought.  “You don’t know if any other Beasts can do this Beast Man’s trick that keeps his harem alive, do you?”

Wandering Shade released his hold on Enkidu, who sat down on his haunches in an effort to calm himself.  He hated being a prisoner of this man
.  “With Transform Sickness, there are no sure things, my overly brainy friend,” Wandering Shade said.  “I believe it’s a gamble worth taking.”

Enkidu studied the other Beast Man’s pack again with tingly lust.  He didn’t trust Wandering Shade, and he didn’t particularly like him, either.  He didn’t like the idea of the Law, whatever it turned out to be, living in his head and controlling him.  He did want to live and prosper, however, and Wandering Shade’s arguments made sense.  He wanted to be able to choose when he leapt into battle, not
be forced into battle by his uncontrollable Beast Man emotions.  He did want a harem.  His hunger for juice of any kind was overwhelming.

This deal, bad as it was, was indeed worth the risks involved.  “I will accept the Law, sir.”

“Prepare yourself, Enkidu, because there will be pain,” Wandering Shade said.  “When you wake up, you will be a
Hunter
.”

Enkidu readied himself…and the juice inside him vanished, replaced by an agony that made the word ‘pain’ seem inadequate.  Unconsciousness claimed him a moment later.

Enkidu awoke outside the ruined shack of the other Beast Man.  The other Beast
and Wandering Shade huddled by the remains of the door.  Enkidu ached, as if he had been run through a meat grinder.  With a very small spout.

“…but thisss isn’t fair, Massster,” the other Beast Man said.  “Theeessss are my Galsss.”  The other Beast was a lizard-man, and far more lizard than man, with green scales and a tail.  Only the top of his head remained vaguely human, and only his improbable human ears appeared fully human.  Enkidu barely underst
ood the Beast’s speech because of his lisp, and he didn’t sound intelligent.

“You only have to endure until the two of you can collect more of your women Transforms to enslave,” Wandering Shade said.  He stood from where he knelt and walked over to Enkidu.  “Enkidu, meet Grendel.  He is your master as a Hunter.”

Wandering Shade was the master of all Beasts, or so said the Law.  The Law lay heavy on his mind, telling him how to react and even how to think.  It kept him from growling at this Grendel creature, but Enkidu saw a way forward.  First, he had to say: “I acknowledge you as my master, Grendel.”  Enkidu did so, got to his feet and charged Grendel.

They fought, but not a real fight, more of a snapping and growling contest.  Enkidu continued to press his ‘attack’ until he scented himself on Grendel.  All was well
then, the urge to fight gone.

“Hssss, that wassss fun!” Grendel said, after they
finished snapping and rolling around.  “Welcome, Enkidu, to my humble abode.”  Enkidu slunk back, unsure what to do now.  The fight hadn’t worked as he hoped it would.  Somehow, he would have to figure out this Law stuff and its limits.

Grendel turned to their Master.  “Cleo’sss ssstill mine,” Grendel said.

Was Grendel’s comment a question or a statement? Enkidu couldn’t tell.  Their Master frowned, but slowly his frown turned to a smile.  “Let’s see,” he said, wiggling his fingers.

An older woman crept out of the shack, slowly, then raced over to Grendel and gave him a hug.  The old woman Transform wasn’t much to look at, save for the Monstrous parts of her, the scales on her face and the vertical bony ridge on her forehead, above her nose.
Enkidu studied her with his metasense and realized that in some screwy way her glow matched Grendel’s glow.  The glow of the other members of Grendel’s harem didn’t.

“I acknowledge Cleo as Grendel’s, and not for sharing,” Enkidu said.  “Their glows are linked.”

Their Master snorted in surprise, and smiled.  “Well!  Score one for the Hunters.  You do have something my competition doesn’t have.”

Their Master hadn’t been able to sense the linkage between Grendel and Cleo.  Very interesting…and this pointed out some holes in this Law.  Specifically, on this subject, Enkidu could think and react instead of following some screwy script.  Perhaps he might be able to use the Law.  He didn’t like things that made him
stupid
.

Grendel was a Beast of a different stripe, though.  “Competition?” he asked.  “Isss it sssomeone we can fight?”

“Perhaps later,” Wandering Shade said.  “First things first.  I need to teach Enkidu to draw from your harem women without killing them.  In the meantime, you go hunt.  I think we’re going to need more of your, um, Gals.”

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The trees made tangled shadows in the darkness, and the March night surrounded him, cool and comforting.  Clouds hid the moon and a moist tension filled the air.  A sporadic wind threatened rain before morning.

Enkidu ran, fleet as a deer through the shadowed trees, in a moonless darkness so d
eep no human would have been able to walk.  He loved the whisper of the wind and the brush across his fur, running naked like an animal.  He wished for a moment he remained a creature of four legs instead of two.  A night like this was made for wild animal abandon, stretching out all his limbs in a ground-eating lope, taking him miles from home and from all the problems he didn’t want to worry about.

The older Hunter, Grendel, paced him easily.  Enkidu thought Master Grendel was a fool, but he couldn’t say his thought out loud.  The Law in his mind kept him from going all out when they play-fought.  He thought this unfortunate, because he thought he might be able to take Grendel.

If only Enkidu had more élan.  The more he got, the smarter he became, enough so he no longer thought the Law made him stupid.  He had mastered Wandering Shade’s tricks and learned how to draw from the harem Gals.  Five days ago he had even drawn from one of the Gals without Wandering Shade’s assistance, taking her just over the edge of withdrawal, destabilizing her juice, and guiding it as it turned into élan.  Then he had the élan, and then her.  She lived, but only barely.  Enkidu still had much to learn about élan drawing.

After the élan draw, Wandering Shade started teaching Enkidu how to change his shape.  As he learned, Enkidu experienced the power of the Law, guiding him as he changed.  His human shape and his Beast shape both existed inside the Law, and over several days he regained his man-shape.

He hadn’t regained his man-looks, however.  He was a wolf-man now, through and through.  It made him laugh to be so Hollywood-cliché.

If only he could convince both his masters that when one of the Gals went fully Monster
she didn’t have to be killed.  Grendel completely dismissed Enkidu’s ideas, but Wandering Shade at least listened, willing to try some experiments once the harem got larger.

The Gals were good, but Grendel’s house was a trap.  Stuck in the shack, they waited for one of the Gals to go over, just so they might have just a little more élan.  Stuck in the shack, they lived in unending fear of making a mistake that would cause their minds to be sucked down and lost.  Endless boredom consumed them, trapped by their fears and the ceaseless need for the élan.  It drove Enkidu crazy.  He wanted to do something dangerous, just to add some flavor to the endless days of trapped sameness.