V.J. Chambers - Jason&Azazel Apocalypse 01 (31 page)

Sutherland shot the soldiers I was controlling.

I didn’t move for several seconds. I looked at the bodies on the grass. The soldiers. And Chance.

My Chance.

Then I wrested Jason’s gun out of his hand and shot the soldier who’d shot Chance. I shot him in the forehead. I shot him in the stomach. I shot him in the chest. I shot him in the mouth. I shot him and shot him and shot him.

Jason pulled me away. “Stop, Azazel. He’s dead,” he was saying. “Stop. He’s dead.”

I turned on Jason, rage coursing through my veins. “Chance.”

There he was. Dead on the grass, blood spurting out of his forehead, his eyes still wide open.

But I had forgotten about Sutherland, and now he had
his
gun to my head. “Deal breaker,” rasped Sutherland.

I didn’t care at that moment. I really didn’t care. “You killed my brother,” I spat at him. “And right now, your entire army is coming for
you
.”

I wasn’t lying. I didn’t know how many minds it was. Thousands. But I’d filled them all with my rage for Sutherland, and I’d let them all know where he was. And now they were changing course, and they were all marching toward Sutherland. When they got to him, I would make them rip him into little pieces.

“That’s supposed to keep me from shooting you in the head?” Sutherland said. He cocked his gun. There was blood trickling down his face from the place where the bullet had grazed him.

“Don’t shoot her,” Jason said. “She’ll back off.”

“I most certainly will not,” I snarled.

Suddenly, I felt the minds wrenched away from me. Jason. He was focusing them all someplace else, and not on killing Sutherland.

“Their minds aren’t on you anymore,” said Jason. “Lower the gun.”

Sutherland didn’t listen. “I knew you’d be easy to control if I was going to kill her,” he said.

“You were always too soft when it came to her, Jason. She’s your weakness.”

“Okay,” said Jason. “Sure, fine. I’m weak. But put the gun down.”

Sutherland jammed the gun against my cheek. I glared at him.

“Turn around, Azazel,” said Sutherland.

“Fuck you,” I said.

“Turn her around,” Sutherland said to Jason. “And I’ll let you say goodbye to her before I shoot her.”

Jason took me by the shoulders and turned me so that my back was to Sutherland. He mouthed to me,
I have an idea
.

I’d had an idea too. It was to make Sutherland’s army kill him. I’d really liked that idea.

“Good,” said Sutherland. “Now say goodbye.”

Jason kissed me.

I struggled in his arms, against his tongue that was pushing into my mouth. I pushed ineffectually at his shoulders. I suppose I should have been worrying that Sutherland was going to shoot me. I should have been thinking about how to stop him. But right then, not much mattered. Chance was dead. I was alone. I didn’t care about anything. I could die. Fine.

But I didn’t want my last kiss on earth to be with Jason. I hated Jason.

“Don’t fight me,” Jason said against my mouth. “It’s not going to work if you fight.”

Work? What?

Then it came to me. Our theory that kissing made people do what we wanted them to. It had confused the Sons, brought Jason back to life, and made the Sons commit suicide. I opened my mouth to Jason, and I felt like I’d been kicked into warp speed, stars streaming past me so fast I could hardly breathe.

I was everywhere at once, inside the minds of each and every person on earth. I could feel them all and control them all, for good or evil, destruction or creation. It was too easy then. I could break the flimsy bit of resistance that Sutherland had in his mind. There was no reason not to.

And likewise, there was no reason to make him die in such a messy way by making him shoot himself. It was easy to find the parts of the body that were keeping him alive and convince them just to stop. Shut down his brain. Stop his heart from beating.

Sutherland fell to the ground behind us. He was a bag of bones. His gun discharged when it hit the ground.

Jason and I kept kissing.

We worked together like one being. Our power spread out into the armies that were gathered to fight. We could push our army against Sutherland’s army, annihilate them. But that suddenly seemed like too much effort for something that was now so simple. We could brush the minds of each of the soldiers in Sutherland’s army. If we wanted, we could switch all of them off, kill them like we’d killed Sutherland. Or we could just scramble their minds, like we’d done so long ago in the church in Shiloh to a group of the Sons. Back then, our power hadn’t been so all-encompassing, and we hadn’t understood it the way we did now. The easiest thing to do though, was the least intrusive. We just made them stop. They all lay their weapons down, sat down on the ground, and we made each and every one of them think of home.

There would be no battle. There would be no struggle. Everything would be done simply. There would be Jason and me and our bodies and our lips, and we could make the world over into a beautiful place, where no one ever wanted to hurt anyone else. Paradise.

Our kiss grew fiercer as we envisioned it. Our power reached out with hungry fingers, touching the minds of the planet, pulling them up into it, gathering them to us. They were ours to manipulate. Ours to use. Soon—

But there was a closer mind. A familiar one. We probed it. It stood outside us. It hurt. We wanted to turn off the hurt.

No. We were divided. I wanted to turn off the hurt. Jason wanted to snuff it out. He thought the mind was a barrier between us, a divisive force and he wanted to kill it the way we’d killed Sutherland.

Kieran.

I broke away from Jason, shoving him away from me with all the strength in my body.

Searing pain shot through me, as if I’d just cut off half of my limbs. And all the power and connection I’d just felt, my ability to see the world and manipulate everyone’s mind and change everything, shut off, like I’d just blown a breaker in my brain.

I screamed, clutching my temples. Jason was yelling too.

I opened my eyes. Jason and I were both sprawled on the grass of the cemetery, both holding our heads because they hurt.

Kieran was standing next to us. He looked stricken and sad. “You were kissing him,” he said.

“We had to,” I said. The pain was fading. I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them again. It was a little better.

“Why did you push me away?” Jason asked, agony in his voice. “Couldn’t you see what we were doing? Couldn’t you see what we’re capable of?”

“You wanted to kill Kieran,” I said.

Jason got to his feet, wincing. “He’s in the way, Azazel. You belong with me.”

“Even if that were true,” I said, “it wouldn’t mean you could kill him.”

“What do they matter, really?” Jason asked me. He walked closer, his eyes bright. “You must have felt it. Compared to us, they’re nothing. They’re like flies, easy to brush away, easy to kill.

Who cares if one of them dies?”

I did know what he meant. Two seconds ago, with that heady, beautiful power rushing through me, it was difficult to distinguish one person from another. They had seemed insignificant, like insects or pests. But I’d wanted to help people. I still wanted to help people. “I care,” I said. “I don’t want to hurt people anymore. I’m sick of hurting people.”

“But that’s what we could do,” said Jason. “You saw it. A world without pain. We wouldn’t let them hurt each other.”

I shook my head. “No, we shouldn’t do that,” I said.

“Why not?”

“It’s wrong. People need to be able to make their own decisions. We can’t just control them.”

“We do that all the time. Every time we use our magic. We just did.”

“But that was different,” I said. It was, wasn’t it?

“No it wasn’t,” said Jason. “It’s who we are, Azazel. We are meant for something huge and exciting and important. We are meant to change the world. Join me. Kiss me again. With you by my side, I can—”

“No,” I said. I looked at Kieran, who still looked sad, but now also confused. “No.” I reached out for Kieran, and he slowly put his hand in mine.

“Fuck you,” said Jason. “I’ll make you change your mind. I’ll take everything away from you.

Every one. You’ll have no choice.”

“Jason,” I said. “Please stop—”

“You’re mine,” Jason said. “You’ll always be mine. And if I have to kill every last person that tries to convince you otherwise, so help me, I will.”

Jason’s guards appeared suddenly, sprinting into the cemetery with their guns drawn. They were aiming at Kieran.

I let my power loose on the guards, confusing them, making them doubt their purpose. They lowered their guns and looked around, as if they didn’t remember where they were. But Jason fought my power, strengthening their resolve. They lifted their guns again.

Jason and I went back and forth for fifteen minutes. He tried to force the men to fight. I tried to make them confused. Eventually, I realized this was stupid. Jason and I were evenly matched.

We could fight over the minds of these guards for eons, but neither of us would get the upper hand.

While still keeping my focus on clashing with Jason’s attempt to focus the men, I branched out, searching for other nearby minds to control. There were many to choose from. I didn’t care whose they were. Jason’s people, OF army, remnants of Sutherland’s forces. Armed bodies were all that mattered. I brushed the minds of forty or fifty men and filled them with the desire to shoot Jason’s guards.

They flooded the cemetery, their guns ready. Jason’s guards were mowed down with gunfire in a matter of seconds. Bullets ripped into their flesh and blood spurted onto the tall grass of the cemetery. They fell, screaming.

But that wasn’t the end of it, because Jason had also taken control of the minds of a group of soldiers as well. They charged across the cemetery heading directly for Kieran.

Kieran turned to me. “What the hell?” he said. “What is going on?”

I shook my head. “Get behind me.”

Kieran wouldn’t, so I redirected my army against Jason’s new group of soldiers. The firefight began. It was loud, messy, and relentless. Our soldiers moved without fear or hesitation, because Jason and I had both taken that away from them. His soldiers moved with a single purpose. Mine moved with the desire to destroy. They shot at each other. Bullets shredded men’s arms and guts.

They tumbled to the ground. The ones left behind scrambled over them and kept heading for the other side.

As my forces were depleted, I called for more. There were enough men that I could do this for quite some time. The air smelled of discharged firearms and dead men. I fueled my soldiers with rage, and the carnage continued.

Kieran said to me, “You’re killing all these men.”

“Jason is trying to kill you,” I said. “I won’t let him.”

“Fine,” said Kiernan. “Let’s run away or something. You don’t need to send all these soldiers to their death.”

Was it bad that they were dying? They’d come here to fight Sutherland, hadn’t they? I felt confused suddenly. Should I feel bad about the dead soldiers?

But while I was distracted, Jason surprised me by sending in a squadron behind me. I heard their gunfire before I saw them. I only had time to glance at them over my shoulder. There were twenty of them, and they were coming at Kieran and me, guns blazing. I hit the ground, pulling Kieran with me.

Using my mind, I urged some of my forces to engage the squadron attacking us. They turned away from Jason’s other men and dove over us. More shooting.

I couldn’t tell who was winning or losing. It was only important that I kept Kieran safe. My men were taking a bit of a beating from Jason’s men, so I called in more. Kieran and I were sprawled on the grass of the cemetery, the ground around us soaked in blood. I reached for him, and he put his hand in mine. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned towards it. Jason’s men were closing in on us, forming a circle around Kieran and I. Their faces were blank as they moved forward, like blind men.

I had enough men within the circle of Jason’s forces to hold them back, but the rest of my guys had been cut off. I called them in to attack Jason’s men from behind.

Jason strode across the grass to us, his men parting to let him through. He was holding a gun. His face looked darkly intent on his purpose. I got to my feet, putting my body between the approaching Jason and Kieran.

Jason had one of his men run over and toss me out of the way. I had one of my men shoot the man in the forehead, and I dove for Kieran.

Jason was two feet from him. He tossed his gun aside. “I think I want to do this with my bare hands.”

“Don’t you touch him,” I said, sending three of my men at Jason. Their bullets tore into him, but he barely reacted to them. He just laughed and kept going for Kieran.

Right. Jason was indestructible. Only I could kill him. Maybe. Michaela Weem had told us that.

We’d never tried to test that theory. I thought it was about time we did.

I lunged for the gun Jason had dropped, picking it up and rolling onto my knees. I leveled it at Jason and pulled the trigger.

But at that moment, one of Jason’s soldiers slammed into me, and my shot went wide.

It caught Jason in the shoulder. I watched it burst through his shirt, blood gushing.

Jason screamed. He clutched the gunshot and fell to his knees. And he lost control over his men.

They all stopped what they were doing and surveyed the bloody battlefield, strewn with hundreds of corpses.

I was on my feet. I was next to Jason in three steps, my gun against his back, right behind his heart. Jason looked at me. “You,” he said. “You shot me. It’s not healing.”

“I want you out of my life,” I said.

“I can’t believe you shot me,” said Jason. “I love you.”

“No, you don’t,” I said.

A high-pitched shriek echoed across the cemetery. “Stop!” And then Polly streaked in front of us, her arms going around Jason. She looked at me over his shoulder, her eyes full of tears.

“Don’t shoot him.”

“He’s trying to kill my boyfriend,” I said. “He’s caused all of this.” I waved my hand around at the dead bodies.