Shadow. Light. Clutch head. Down the stairs. Back up. Dig nails into forearms. Street. Freeze. Scream Tim’s name. Scream Eric’s name. Just scream. Up again. Pace. His own fault. All my fault. Stop yelling at myself. My fault. Shadow. Light. Listen. Listen. Listen. Scream. Claw at slime. Won’t come off. Claw at eyes. No eyes, just slime. Collapse. Breathe. Listen. Listen. Voices?
Lynn flew down the stairs yet again. By touch, in utter darkness, she found Russell, Eric on his right arm, Tim holding his left. She clung to them, unwilling to let her Ducklings go. Eric barely responded, limp on Russell’s shoulder. Tim was tense. After a few moments Russell, exhausted, pushed onwards, towards the light. Тhey went back up together as a group, afraid to let go of each other, afraid the Shadow would swallow whoever was left behind.
Russell laid Eric down, gently unclasping the boy’s arms from his neck. Eric lay motionless, his eyes open wide. Tim sat by his side, guarding his brother. He glowered at Lynn as she bent down to cover Eric up with a blanket. His accusing gazed followed the girl, and Lynn didn’t dare face it. She turned to Russell instead.
“Where was he?”
The older boy was sitting on the floor, just as pale as Eric, with just as haunted a look on his face. He turned towards Lynn, blinked twice slowly until he could focus on her and not on the darkness still lingering in his mind.
“Down by the tiger fountain, in the basement of the tower nearby. The one with orange murals.”
“How did you even find him? How did you find your way back? That’s further than I’ve dared to go…”
“Lucky, I guess. I’m just glad I got to Eric in time. Being alone in the Shadow…” Russell shivered before forcing himself to finish the thought, “It’s not something anyone should have to endure.”
“You didn’t see anythin’ in it, did you?”
Russell was quiet for a while.
“I don’t want to talk about it. I got Eric back, that’s what counts.”
They sat in silence, too physically exhausted to move, too emotionally exhausted to speak. Children on one side, slightly older children on another. The Shadow danced before them, cruel and mesmerizing. Lynn couldn’t help but look on. Another day was gone. All problems resolved. All her worries were for nothing. Everything was fine. She felt empty, tension departing her body, leaving space for other feelings. Her face had begun to smart. She must have looked dreadful, she thought, caked blood and slime smeared all over, under her nails and furrowed into her face. Lynn was looking around for a piece of cloth to clean up when Eric spoke.
“It hunted me.”
The boys’ voice was thin and distant, not really addressed to them. It sounded as if it came from somewhere else, as if Eric was still trapped in a nightmare, the same nightmare he still saw with his wide-open eyes gazing nowhere.
“It knew my name. It called to me. Once it chased me down to that hole. When it couldn’t find me, it called out my name with Lynn’s voice.”
“How…” Lynn swallowed, trying to find words for a question the answer to which she already knew, “How did you know it wasn’t me?”
Eric looked straight at her. Grey innocent eyes met with brown tainted ones, and the brown eyes looked away. Without any judgment, he answered.
“Because I knew you wouldn’t come.”
All the lies Lynn told herself, maintained so desperately, came crashing down like elven towers. Tears mixed with blood and slime.
* * *
“I know who the beast is.”
Russell looked at Lynn incredulously. She had cleaned up since the last night, as much as was possible. Her eyes still seeped, red and swollen, surrounded by scratch marks. Some were so deep as to leave scars as they healed. She kept to the shade, shielding her eyes from direct light. Despite her best attempts, no one could fail to recognize her addiction. For the first time in several months, this bothered Lynn.
“What do you mean, ‘who’?” the boy finally asked, “And what’s he doing here?” Russell nodded at Josh, who sat on the ground, his back to a wall and eyes closed.
The three of them were in an out-of-the-way square, far beyond the safely lit centre of the city. Hardwood benches still remained here, two of them unbroken, surrounding a tree in the middle. Lynn liked coming here, before. She’d imagine the ones who’ve built the benches and planted the tree; how they sat there, sunlight, made green by leaves, playing on their faces as they enjoyed a lazy afternoon, their music and laughter mixing in with birdsong and leaves rustling in the wind. She’d toss her head back, but all she’d see is bark blackened by fire which burned them away. All she’d hear is wind howling through empty streets and broken houses. Still, Lynn liked to come here and imagine, before. Before the slime.
“You’ve heard what Eric had said. It’s not just an animal, come here from the bog. It’s smart, smart like folks. It spied on us, learned who we talked to, learned our voices.”
“That may be, but how would you know who it was? Why do you think it’s, what, a man?”
“No. Not a man. A monster. I saw a monster, where others saw a man.”
“Where others saw… Was it slime, that made you see it?” Russell’s face twisted with disgust.
“It was slime that let me see it,” Lynn said matter-of-factly, not rising to the challenge, ”Perhaps, it had let Josh see it before, too. Do you remember that night, when you thought someone was chasing you?”
“‘Course I do. Dunno what I saw, though. Someone, something. Mighta been your beast, mighta been slime.”
“I think it was the beast. It studied us for a while, before it began to hunt.”
“Suppose it was, so what? What makes you think the monster you saw was this beast?” Russell pressed on.
“You haven’t seen it. I only caught a glimpse, and it was the most I’ve been scared in my life. I knew since then, knew it couldn’t be anything else.”
“Fine. Let’s say the Outskirts Beast is this man that is a monster. Not like we can do anything about it. Not like anyone’s going to listen to us. To a…” Russell’s voice trailed off.
“A slimer. You can say it. I know I’ve… Let everyone down.”
Josh smirked at this, but remained silent.
“Right. I don’t know if I believe, don’t think Shadowguard would, either.”
“They won’t. That’s why I asked you to come. Both of you. I’m goin’ to find proof. Somethin’ we can show.”
“And how would you get that?”
“I know who the beast is. It’s the marquis. You know, in the Upper Valenar. It all adds up: he arrived in city recently, just before the attacks began. He’s the one I saw. He’s bound to be out a lot, doing, I dunno, noble things. Masquerade balls and stuff. All we have to do is sneak into his house, find somethin’ there. Anythin’.”
Lynn finished speaking, feeling she’s said more than she had in a week prior. The trio exchanged glances. Silence dragged on, and Lynn’s confidence faded fast. Despite her newfound drive, she didn’t really know what to do next, how to achieve this goal. She rubbed at her eyes, disturbing the wounded skin around them. With pain came the all-too-recent memory of Eric. He wasn’t angry with her, didn’t blame her for anything. She got used to that, got used to shrugging it off, to fighting it with indifference. Instead, he accepted her. Given nothing to deny, Lynn could no longer deny the truth. It was this memory, this truth that spurred her on now, to do something she never had before. To ask for help.
“Please. I can’t do it on my own. I wouldn’t know how. I asked you to come, because you’re the only ones still talking to me. I ain’t got no one else.”
“Suppose we do try it,” Josh spoke up, “do try to spy on the beast. Won’t it just murder us, like it done to the folk before? In case you ain’t noticed, it’s fond of that.”
“Then we’ll just have to not get caught.”
“I can’t believe it,” Russell shook his head, his voice rising with each word, “You finally understand we need you, understand you’re hurting more than yourself by throwing your life away, and what do you do? You find the most assured way of doing just that, again. Tim and Eric need you. I’ve been bringing them all the food I could get, but I’m not good at this. I’ve… I’ve been doing all I can,” he shivered slightly, making Lynn briefly wonder if Russell’d been through more than he let on, before his angry words interrupted that thought, ”You finally see how much they need you, and you’re just going to get yourself killed over slime-fuelled fantasies?”
“For once, I’m doing something with my life! If I can stop the beast, won’t that be good? Won’t that make them safer, us all safer?”
“I’m done. You want to die? Go ahead. I won’t be waiting on you to clean up your act anymore.”
Russell stormed off, leaving Lynn staring at his back. She didn’t feel helpless, though. She felt angry. That was a start. Josh smiled a crooked smile.
“No surprises there.”
“You’re not leavin’?”
“Like he said. Well, not said, implied. I ain’t got no one who needs me, other than myself. Figure that means I can take a risk. And if we do catch the beast by its tail, won’t that be something. Heroes, us.”
Lynn smiled, awkwardly, unaccustomed to the emotion.
Above her, tiny green leaves poked through the branches blackened by fire. Perhaps there was some life left in the tree after all.