World Walker 1: The World Walker (43 page)

In the penthouse at the top of the hotel, black candles burning, five sacrifices at various stages of blood loss hanging from their inverted crosses, she and 24 of the High Council of the Acolytes knelt in the semi-darkness, chanting softly, waiting for Sebastian Varden. They knew he was coming. Mason had passed on that piece of information hours ago. All they had to do was wait. Sonia smiled in the shadows.

Seb had prepared for his one-man attack on dozens of old, powerful Manna users intent on his destruction by eating noodles. Lots of noodles, then a pizza, then two steaks. Seb2 had assured him his body could store the energy without slowing him down, and the physical evidence seemed to back this up. He felt fit, rested and ready. Well, as ready as he could ever be.
 

Seb2 had researched the Acolytes, so Seb knew a little about the mindset of the people he was about to take on. He had read about their core beliefs and seen details of the rituals they apparently performed. Added to the information from Walt and Mason, it was a pretty unpleasant picture.

"He expects us to die, you know that, right?" said Seb2 as he finished the second steak and ordered two sundaes and a slab of Death by Chocolate cheesecake, the waitress not bothering to close her mouth as she thought disbelievingly of the amount of food he had already consumed.

"It had crossed my mind," said Seb. "But I'm out of options."

"Nothing we can do if he's right, but we need to think about what happens next if he's wrong."

"About saving Mee," said Seb.

"Yes, and yourself," said Seb2. "If you die - which I still think is impossible - it's all over, but if you live, you've proved yourself far more powerful than Mason. More powerful than anyone. We've downplayed the new Manna potential so far, but killing Svetlana and her crew will make it obvious to him. How can he release Mee, the only hold he has over us, if he knows your power is at an unheard of level?"

"We're going to have to work that out later," said Seb. He gave us until the end of the day. It's 10pm. Let's go."

Seb had carefully considered his lack of any relevant training, experience, or inclination to inflict physical damage before deciding to disregard these shortcomings. There were many Acolytes and only one of him. They had been using Manna to commit appalling acts of violence for hundreds of years. He had never heard of Manna until just over a week ago. They had carefully planned and executed the murders of many experienced and powerful Manna users. He got a bit upset when he saw videos of badly treated puppies. Since the odds were stacked so throughly against him, he settled on the only approach he could think of.

At 10:21pm, Sebastian Varden walked into the lobby of the Keystone Hotel. Veronica, a small, plump member of the Acolytes was on duty at the desk to deter unwanted attention from New Yorkers. Her matronly appearance meant she was often underestimated, usually leading to physical discomfort for those who did so.

"I'm sorry, sir," she said, "the hotel is closed until August next year."

Seb walked over and put both hands on the desk, mostly to stop them shaking.

"I don't want a room. My name's Seb Varden. I'm here to see Sonia Svetlana."

Veronica stared at him. She was slightly disappointed. Their leader had spoken of him as the most powerful User on the planet, but she could only sense a little Manna. She nodded.
 

"Penthouse suite, right?" said Seb, walking across the lobby. He pushed the button and the elevator doors opened. He stepped inside. "Just give her a call, tell her I'm on my way up." As the elevator doors shut, he saw the Veronica pick up the phone, still staring at him.

As the elevator doors shut, Seb looked for a button to press, then realized a small scanner on the wall was designed to recognize guests' thumbprints. It wasn't the best start.
 

"Wait," said Seb2. Then, "Ok, try it now." Seb held his thumb on the pad and the elevator started to move, swiftly and silently ascending.
 

"How?" said Seb. "Or - don't tell me - you don't have a clue, the nano-stuff did it all on its own."

"Nah," said Seb2. "Don't know if it's the quickest method, but I reviewed our last encounter with Sonia, got a hi-def image of her thumb and pasted it onto yours."

"Man, I'll never get used to this," said Seb. The elevator arrived and the doors opened. The sound of many voices softly chanting came from the room behind the big door at the end of the hall. Seb walked into the room.

The Acolytes, over thirty of them, were dressed in long, dark hooded robes, their faces in shadow. They were lining the back wall, some making arcane gestures in the air as they chanted. In front of them was a pentagram. The inverted crosses at each point now held mostly fresh sacrifices. As one victim bled out, he was simply replaced with a new unfortunate. The channels of blood gathered at the point where stone jugs were kept to collect the precious fluid. Sonia Svetlana stood naked in the middle of the pentagram. Her eyes were rolled up into her head and her voice was harsh and guttural as she led the chanting. As Seb entered, she dipped her fingers into a jar at her feet and drew a simple design across her breasts and stomach. To Seb's eyes, it looked like a Chinese pictogram, but Seb2 corrected this opinion.

"It's ancient Macedonian," said Seb2. "I just searched online, found a reference to 'curse tablets' - very similar calligraphy."

"Save the history lesson for later," said Seb, "just tell me what the hell that's for."

'That' was a huge mound of soil, spread over the penthouse floor, filling the space between Seb and the nearest tip of the pentagram. It had been roughly spread. In places, patches of the original polished wood floorboards were visible, in others the earth was about four feet high.
 

Why all the soil?

That question was answered almost immediately. Sonia was obviously from the school of villains that didn't believe in a polite chat with the hero before trying to dispatch him. She had seen Seb survive her signature killing stroke, watched the skin and muscle grow back on his bones right in front of her. She had been shocked to find anyone who could withstand her power, but she was a pragmatist first and foremost. If she couldn't kill Seb alone, she would enlist the help of all of her senior Acolytes. The rituals had been performed, the blood was pure and fresh, everything was in place. As Seb looked across the room at them, the chanting abruptly stopped and the earth started to move.

It all happened incredibly fast, but Seb was getting used to the way Seb2 helped slow down his perception of time. Internally, what happened next seemed to take about a minute. In reality it was 2.7 seconds.

The earth moved in a swirling pattern as if it was made of iron filings and a gigantic magnet was being dragged underneath the floor from the room beneath them. The dirt swirled into a cloud, becoming denser by the moment as more and more material was pulled from the outer edges into the center. A shape emerged from the chaos. Like a picture coming into sharp focus through the lens of a camera, a massive body took form. Onyx black, naked, heavily muscled and stooping slightly under the 15ft high ceiling, hairless, its eyes a dull milky gray, stood a creature out of a horror film. The difference was, no CGI monster from the most talented team of creators could ever have a fraction of the solidity and sheer
presence
of the vaguely humanoid beast in front of Seb. He could even smell its breath, rank, earthy, the stench hospitals cover with antiseptic sprays, bleach and air fresheners. The smell of death. The mouth had no teeth at all, just a long black tongue that constantly wetted its cracked, blood-caked lips. The nose was set into what passed for a face - two holes, purely functional. The hairless skull seemed to be all bone. It made no noise at all, no threats, no roars or growls. Despite its nostrils, Seb wasn't even sure it was breathing.
 

"Fuck me," said Seb2, his voice suddenly small, "it's a demon."

When it moved, Seb expected it to be slow and lumbering, but it sprang at him with the grace and speed of a natural predator. Even with the advantage of slowed time, he couldn't move fast enough to avoid the huge gnarled hand that shot out as the thing pounced, took hold of his head which fitted into its palm, then closed its crushing fingers on his skull. Seb screamed in pain as he felt the bones of his skull begin to splinter and fold, one tiny fragment piercing his brain, causing his legs to collapse. Almost immediately, the world began to darken around him, then -
 

 
- he Walked and was in the far corner of the room, sprawled, bleeding. The tips of his fingers tingled as the Roswell Manna began to repair the damage to his body. He didn't even have a headache. The demon was momentarily confused as its hand continued to close on empty air. Then its huge head swiveled and he sighted Seb. He ran at him, both hands now clasped together and swinging up into the air, coming toward Seb in a roundhouse blow that would have crushed his head through his neck into about the middle of his chest if it landed. His injuries now completely healed, Seb Walked again and appeared at one tip of the pentagram. He looked in horror at the young man on the cross next to him whose life was draining away from carefully made cuts on his wrists and neck.

One of the Acolytes flinched when Seb appeared and looked at him. The demon, beginning to turn, stumbled slightly, a movement totally at odds with the incredible speed and precision it had displayed up to that point.
 

"It's a homunculus," said Seb2 suddenly.

"What? How is that possible?"

"It's all of them," said Seb2. They're all supplying every bit of Manna they have, focussed through her. Look." Individual threads of power were now visible, emanating from Sonia and the hooded figures, each strand as individual as DNA to Seb's enhanced vision.

"How do we stop it?" said Seb.

"We either attack the Acolytes, but that means turning your back on that thing...or-,"

Seb suddenly
knew
what to do. As the huge shape finished turning and began its sprint toward him, he ran straight at it. Even as he did it, he was aware of Sonia beginning to laugh. She knew their best chance to destroy him was to use speed and strength beyond the capabilities of any human. To her, the demon was real, summoned by their rituals, their Manna merely the fuel it drew upon. That Seb would choose fight over flight was sure, in her mind, to hand the victory to the superior being she had summoned. She watched what happened next in silence, quite unable to process the reality of what was unfolding in front of her.

Seb's decision to run straight at the threat meant the demon misjudged its next attack. It had sprung toward the point of the pentagram at which Seb had materialized, and its huge legs had already propelled it into the air when Seb sprinted straight at it. Instinctively, it lowered a knee, intending to pinion the human, then pound his head to a bloody pulp. But the knee didn't make contact. The demon dropped to the floor and was utterly still, its skin glistening in the light of the candles set into the walls.

Most of the Acolytes currently had their view slightly obscured by the presence of their leader standing between them and the unfolding action, but the ones at either edge saw Seb vanish again. Sonia could see far more clearly, but still didn't understand immediately. She watched Seb jump right at the demon and Walk again just before the impact. Her eyes scanned the room, looking for him. She realized the demon had stopped moving. It was utterly still, a statue from a nightmare. Then, more slowly than before, its great head moved as the demon pushed itself back to its feet. It looked straight at her. She stepped back involuntarily as she felt something jolt her Manna-fuelled senses. There was something wrong. As the demon moved toward her and the Acolytes, she knew. She turned and ran, jumping as she reached the wall, passing straight through it and, assuming the form her body instinctively used to simulate a kind of flight, stretched out her skin between her elongated, hollowed bones and glided across the New York skyline.
 

"It feels weird," thought Seb, as he looked down at the Acolytes from his new, far greater height. They were just beginning to realize they had lost control, their Manna not reaching the demon. And yet the demon was walking toward them. None of them had the requisite power to do what Sonia could do. As the demon walked on, balling its massive, head-crushing fists, they had to decide whether to fight back, or take their chances and run. They all chose the latter.
 

From behind the eyes of the demon, feeling quickly at home in its huge frame, Seb watched them dart for the doors in panic and disarray, tripping over their robes in their haste.

"Hardly practical, those outfits," said Seb2.

Seb knelt and put one dark gnarled hand onto the penthouse floor. Threads of white and silver lightning left his fingers and divided again and again, chasing the Acolytes and catching them all before they could escape. They all slumped to the floor unconscious.
 

"Is it possible to - ?"

"Yes," said Seb2. The demon shape remained still for another few seconds, during which time all Manna was drained from each Acolyte and absorbed by Seb. As the last particle of power left them, the genetic anomaly that allowed them to use Manna was subtly altered. The Acolytes' next trip to a Thin Place would result in the knowledge that their abilities had been permanently removed. They were human again, no more. Within a year, all but three would be dead. Of the three remaining, two would be in prison and the other a member of a religious order determined to try to undo some of the damage she had wrought in the previous 27 years.

The five sacrifices were all still alive, although only one had sufficient blood to remain conscious throughout. He stared in blank incomprehension as the demon fell apart, becoming a mound of earth that shook itself out like a wet dog and carpeted the floor with soil.
 

Standing in the middle of the dirt was Seb. He walked quickly around the sacrifices, briefly touching each one. Then he made another circuit of the pentagram, this time untying the men. By the time he got back to the first, the man's wounds were healed. When they were all untied and lying at the foot of each cross, Seb found drinking water and helped them all rehydrate as much as they could.