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Authors: sam cheever
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from my partner right now so I can help him.”
The human stopped fidgeting suddenly, his gaze directed toward his feet, where Emo lay in a quickly building pool of his own blood. He reached the knife toward Emo and I tensed. But then he turned with an inhuman shriek and flung the knife toward me.
I gasped and flinched as the knife hit a power wall and fell harmlessly to the ground. The rabid human followed his knife, covering the distance in an adrenaline induced leap that was borne of madness. Dialle raised a hand and shot a power arrow at him when he was still airborne.
“No!” I screamed. But it was too late. The human crumpled to the ground with a smoking hole in his…shoulder? I turned to Dialle. “You didn’t kill him?”
He smiled at me and gave a slight bow. “Prince Dialle of the Royal Devil Court at your service, Princess Astra.”
On a reflex I opened my mouth to tell him not to call me that but I stopped myself and grinned at him instead. “Just this once…you can call me that.”
He laughed.
I ran to Emo and bent over his frighteningly still form. I turned him over carefully and gasped at the size of the hole in his chest. The knife had entered one side of his heart and the human had ripped upward, nearly severing a chunk of Emo’s heart.
I looked up at Dialle. “It’s bad. I don’t think I can fix it.”
Dialle only hesitated a fraction of a second. Bending down he scooped Emo into his arms, carrying him like he weighed nothing. “Touch my arm, Astra.”
We shifted and landed in Dialle’s quarters. Gerch waited by the door. Dialle barely gave him a glance as he laid Emo on his bed. “Get Celente, quickly!”
“Yes, your highness.” Gerch was a big guy but he could move damn fast under orders.
A moment later a beautiful Royal shimmered into place beside Dialle’s bed. She looked around at me and frowned slightly, then turned to Dialle. “What would you ask of me, My Liege?”
“Heal this Tweener.”
She nodded and bent over Emo, placing her hands on either side of his gaping wound.
Dialle took one look at my terrified face and said, “Celente is the Court’s finest healer. She will save the Tweener.”
I nodded, sighing my relief. “I should call someone about the human. He needs medical and psychiatric help.”
Dialle nodded and I pulled out my pocket televisual. PC Cheets’ tired face swam into view after several bleeps. “Hey Astra. What’s up?”
“I’m sorry to bother you, Cheets. I’m afraid I just had an altercation with a gargoyle and a rabid human in the park.”
She sighed and scrubbed a hand down her face. “I’ll take care of the gargoyle and report the human to the NMPD. What condition are they in?”
I grimaced. “The ’goyle is in several pieces I’m afraid. I’ve never seen anything like it, Cheets. The thing wouldn’t die. I think it was impelled.”
Her tired eyes sharpened. “Why do you say that?”
I shrugged. “Emo kept hacking parts off it and it didn’t even seem to feel it. It was legless and the torso was still trying to get to me. That’s not normal, gargoyle behavior. They don’t like pain. Usually they’re great big, very ugly babies.”
She nodded. “I agree.” She sighed, “What about the human?”
I grimaced again. “He brutally attacked Emo.” Cheets’ eyes widened and color flooded from her face. “Is he okay?”
I glanced at the bed, where Emo’s condition didn’t seem to have changed but Celente looked like she was beginning to wear down. “I don’t know. The human used a platinum knife and ripped it through Emo’s heart. He’s with the Court Healer now. Dialle thinks he’ll be fine.”
Something of my fear must have been in my eyes. “But you’re not sure?” Cheets asked.
I took a deep breath and blew it out forcefully. “No. He looks really bad, Cheets. I’m scared for him.”
Her eyes filled with the compassion that made her a good cop. “Will you keep me posted on how he does,
The human stopped fidgeting suddenly, his gaze directed toward his feet, where Emo lay in a quickly building pool of his own blood. He reached the knife toward Emo and I tensed. But then he turned with an inhuman shriek and flung the knife toward me.
I gasped and flinched as the knife hit a power wall and fell harmlessly to the ground. The rabid human followed his knife, covering the distance in an adrenaline induced leap that was borne of madness. Dialle raised a hand and shot a power arrow at him when he was still airborne.
“No!” I screamed. But it was too late. The human crumpled to the ground with a smoking hole in his…shoulder? I turned to Dialle. “You didn’t kill him?”
He smiled at me and gave a slight bow. “Prince Dialle of the Royal Devil Court at your service, Princess Astra.”
On a reflex I opened my mouth to tell him not to call me that but I stopped myself and grinned at him instead. “Just this once…you can call me that.”
He laughed.
I ran to Emo and bent over his frighteningly still form. I turned him over carefully and gasped at the size of the hole in his chest. The knife had entered one side of his heart and the human had ripped upward, nearly severing a chunk of Emo’s heart.
I looked up at Dialle. “It’s bad. I don’t think I can fix it.”
Dialle only hesitated a fraction of a second. Bending down he scooped Emo into his arms, carrying him like he weighed nothing. “Touch my arm, Astra.”
We shifted and landed in Dialle’s quarters. Gerch waited by the door. Dialle barely gave him a glance as he laid Emo on his bed. “Get Celente, quickly!”
“Yes, your highness.” Gerch was a big guy but he could move damn fast under orders.
A moment later a beautiful Royal shimmered into place beside Dialle’s bed. She looked around at me and frowned slightly, then turned to Dialle. “What would you ask of me, My Liege?”
“Heal this Tweener.”
She nodded and bent over Emo, placing her hands on either side of his gaping wound.
Dialle took one look at my terrified face and said, “Celente is the Court’s finest healer. She will save the Tweener.”
I nodded, sighing my relief. “I should call someone about the human. He needs medical and psychiatric help.”
Dialle nodded and I pulled out my pocket televisual. PC Cheets’ tired face swam into view after several bleeps. “Hey Astra. What’s up?”
“I’m sorry to bother you, Cheets. I’m afraid I just had an altercation with a gargoyle and a rabid human in the park.”
She sighed and scrubbed a hand down her face. “I’ll take care of the gargoyle and report the human to the NMPD. What condition are they in?”
I grimaced. “The ’goyle is in several pieces I’m afraid. I’ve never seen anything like it, Cheets. The thing wouldn’t die. I think it was impelled.”
Her tired eyes sharpened. “Why do you say that?”
I shrugged. “Emo kept hacking parts off it and it didn’t even seem to feel it. It was legless and the torso was still trying to get to me. That’s not normal, gargoyle behavior. They don’t like pain. Usually they’re great big, very ugly babies.”
She nodded. “I agree.” She sighed, “What about the human?”
I grimaced again. “He brutally attacked Emo.” Cheets’ eyes widened and color flooded from her face. “Is he okay?”
I glanced at the bed, where Emo’s condition didn’t seem to have changed but Celente looked like she was beginning to wear down. “I don’t know. The human used a platinum knife and ripped it through Emo’s heart. He’s with the Court Healer now. Dialle thinks he’ll be fine.”
Something of my fear must have been in my eyes. “But you’re not sure?” Cheets asked.
I took a deep breath and blew it out forcefully. “No. He looks really bad, Cheets. I’m scared for him.”
Her eyes filled with the compassion that made her a good cop. “Will you keep me posted on how he does,
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