this," Rhage growled. The Brother took three steps back and then rushed at the door, his heavy shoulder angled like a battering ram.
And what do you know, the impact splintered the wooden panels -
All at once, a blinding light seared through the night, illuminating the forest like a bomb had gone off, turning Rhage getting thrown backward into a movie.
As Blay and John rushed across to do a damage assessment on the fighter, Qhuinn lunged forward, bracing himself as he went for the jambs, expecting to get nailed with a couple hundred volts' worth of God-only-knows-what.
Instead, he hit nothing but air, his forward momentum so great he had to tuck into a ball and roll to keep from landing on his face. A breath later, he punched up off the floor and landed in a crouch, gun in one hand, flashlight in another.
Something smelled bad.
"Behind you," Blay said, as a second beam of light joined his own.
The air inside the cabin was curiously warm, as if there were a heater plugged in somewhere - except that wasn't possible. No electricity and no gas tank. And no one had been here for a while, going by the undisturbed layer of dust on the floorboards and the delicate, vertical cobwebs that hung from the ceiling as motionless as heavy ropes.
"What's that," Blay demanded.
As Qhuinn brought his beam around, he frowned. There were a number of what appeared to be oil drums up against the far wall, the grouping clustered together, as if they'd been scared by something and had circled the wagons for self-protection.
Qhuinn walked over, all the while panning his flashlight in fat circles, and he frowned once more as he got a good look at the large-bore canisters. None of them had lids, and his light seemed to reflect off some sort of oil.
"What...the hell is this?"
Leaning over the closest one, he took a deep breath in through his nose, and got a sinus burn full of slayer stench. Going by the way his beam didn't penetrate the surface of the liquid, he knew it could be only one thing, and you sure as shit couldn't use it to power a heater or a generator.
It was the blood of the Omega.
"Behind you," Rhage said, as the Brother entered.
A soft whistle announced that John had come in as well.
"Is that what I think it is?" Blay muttered as he stood beside Qhuinn.
Qhuinn put his flashlight between his teeth and reached forward with his bare hand. Just as he made contact with the viscous nasty, something surged within the drum -
"Fuck!" he shouted, jumping back.
As his flashlight landed on the floor and rolled to the side, Blay's beam illuminated what had moved.
An arm.
There was someone inside the drum.
"Jesus Christ," Blay breathed.
Behind them, Rhage's voice barked loudly, "V? We need backup out here. Stat."
Qhuinn bent down and snagged his light. Returning it to the oily liquid, he watched as that forearm moved again in slow motion just under the surface, the shift bringing the outside of the wrist and the back of the hand into view....
Something flashed, the passing glint catching Qhuinn's eye. Reangling his beam, he bent further over the drum.
The hand wasn't right, its joints deformed, all or part of each finger gone, as if put through a grinder....
That glimmer broke through the cesspool of the Omega's blood once more.
It was...a ring?
"Wait, wait, Qhuinn - you need to pull back - "
Qhuinn ignored the commentary as he leaned in even farther, getting closer - closer....
Closer...
At first, he couldn't believe what he was looking at. He simply couldn't be looking at a family crest ring.
But what else could it be? It was on the forefinger, the only digit that hadn't been hacked off. And it was gold - even through the black oil, the yellow glow was obvious. And the ring itself had a broad face into which was pressed a -
"Qhuinn," Rhage said sharply. "Get the fuck away - "
The arm moved again, the pale hand breaching the surface of the liquid, appearing as a specter's might from out of the grave, reaching out....
The Omega's blood retracted from the surface of the ring, revealing...
"Qhuinn, I am not playing - "
Noise exploded in the cabin, filling the air.
He was completely unaware that it was a shout coming from his own mouth.
At first, Blay thought that whatever was in the drum had grabbed onto Qhuinn and pulled him in - and that was why Qhuinn screamed. On instinct, he jumped