into cheap variations on duck-and-bunny adorable. Lot of front porches with insubstantial molding.
Lot of plastic shutters. Lot of seasonal decorations, this time themed out on Easter.
Perfect hiding place for a lesser: a bramble of frazzled soccer moms and hassled midmanagement daddies.
Mr. X took Lily Lane out to Route 22, pausing at the stop sign to the big road. Using a GPS tracker, he got a ballpark location on the place in the woods that the Omega had asked him to pay a visit to. Travel time to destination was twelve minutes and that was good. The master was all impatient, eager to see if his plan with that Trojan human had worked, all jonesing to know if the Brotherhood had taken their little pal back.
Mr. X thought about the guy, sure that the two of them had met before. But even as he wondered about the where and when of it, none of that mattered today. And it hadn't mattered when Mr. X had been working the tough bastard over, either.
Jesus, that had been a hard SOB. Not one word about the Brotherhood had passed the man's lips, no matter what was done to him. Mr. X had been impressed. Guy like that would have been quite an asset if they could have turned him.
Or maybe that had already happened. Maybe that human was one of them now.
A little later, Mr. X parked the Town & Country on Route 22's shoulder and hoofed it into the woods. Snow had fallen last night in some freak March storm, and it padded the pine boughs, like the trees had geared up to play football with each other. Kind of pretty, actually. If you were into the nature shit.
The farther he went through the forest, the less he needed the tracker because he could feel the master's essence, sure as if the Omega was up ahead. Maybe the human hadn't gotten picked up by the Brothers-Well, what do you know.
As Mr. X emerged into a clearing, he saw a scorched circle on the ground. The heat that had flared there had been great enough to melt the snow and mud-up the ground for a time and the now refrozen earth showed the contours of the burst. All around, remnants of the Omega's presence lingered, like the stink of summer garbage long after the trash had been picked up.
He breathed in through his nose. Yup, there was something human in the mix, too.
Holy shit, they'd killed the guy. The Brotherhood had exterminated that human. Interesting. Except... why hadn't the Omega known the man was dead? Maybe there hadn't been enough in him to have him get called home to the master?
The Omega wasn't going to like this report. He was allergic to failure: it made him itchy. And itchy led to bad things for Fore-lessers.
Mr. X knelt down to the withered earth and envied the human. Lucky bastard. When a lesser bit it, what waited for him on the other side was an endless liquid misery, a horror bath that was every Christian's vision of hell times a thousand: After slayers were killed, they returned to the veins of the Omega's body, circling and recircling in an evil swill of other dead lessers, becoming the very blood the master put in you when you were inducted into the Society. And for these reconstituting slayers, there was no end to the burning cold or the driving starvation or the crushing pressure because you remained conscious. For eternity.
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Mr. X shuddered. An atheist in life, he hadn't thought of death as anything other than a dirt nap. Now, as a lesser, he knew exactly what was waiting for him when the master lost patience and "fired" him again.
And yet there was hope. Mr. X had found a little loophole, assuming the pieces fell together right.
By a stroke of luck, he might have found a way out of the Omega's world.
Chapter Eight
Butch took three long, trippy days to wake up and he resurfaced from his coma in the manner of a buoy, popping out of the depths of nothingness and wobbling on top of reality's lake of sights and sounds.
Eventually, he put things together enough to understand that he was looking at a white wall in front of him and hearing a soft beeping in the background.
Hospital room. Right. And the ties on his arms and legs were now gone.
Just for kicks and giggles, he rolled over onto his back and pushed his