Havoc

24 Something from Before

The first match kicked off with an attempted knife-palm to the throat. Jael watched as the second man dodged and came in low. Their technique was sloppy, more suited to a bar brawl than life-and-death combat, but regardless of how badly they fought, one of these men was leaving the arena feet first. Around him, Queenslanders were betting, offering goods and favors, and Calypso seemed to be making book.

“No wonder she likes this job,” he muttered.

The mistress of the circle wrote furiously in a sheaf of bound pages, nodding as she set up the terms. Her action on the side was more interesting than the fight. The smaller man rushed the other and took him to the ground, then they rolled, scratching and gouging. Other Queenslanders probably couldn’t hear the growls and groans of pain with the roar of the spectators, but Jael registered each gasping breath and how one man lost traction, revealed in the stink of terror in his sweat. The fighter on the bottom took an elbow to the face, and his nose crunched, spurting blood. There was hesitation from the second man as he smeared it into his opponent’s eyes, and that gave him the advantage he needed to finish the fight by digging his bare fingers into the blinded target’s eyes. Jael didn’t flinch from the wet pop, and the victor drove deep, until the other stopped twitching. Amid a flurry of shouts and cheers, he stumbled to his feet and raised bloody arms high in the air.

“Winner, first match!” Calypso called out. Then she moved the metal aside to let him pass out of the circle. “Wait here. You’ll fight the next soon enough.”

At her orders, the cleaners removed the body and mopped the floor while Queenslanders paid off their wagers. More than a few looked pissed off at their luck, and some of them spat on the dead man as the sanitation crew carried him out to the chute. They stomped their feet, eager for more blood sport. A shiver of revulsion went through Jael.

Zediah caught his eye, a long look broken only by Vix, who put her hand on the other man’s arm, then smiled. She nodded once. Jael had no idea what that was about, but it prickled his skin every bit as much as the bloodlust emanating from the crowd.

Men like this made me. Told me I’m a monster until I acted the part.

He gazed out over the avid, bloodthirsty faces and shook his head. Dred touched his arm. “What’s that about?” she asked in a low voice.

Always surprises me, the way she pays attention. Hell if he knew why.

“I used to wish to be human,” he murmured. “I hated that I wasn’t. But . . . now? I’m rather glad I’m not.”

“Since this is all we see, it’s easy to forget there’s another sort of people.”

“Kind, gentle, and selfless?” he mocked.

Dred shook her head. “Normal folk. They live their lives, and they don’t harm anyone. This isn’t the usual, Jael. You must know that.”

“I haven’t had much contact with them. But I’ll take your word that they exist.”

“Isn’t that your dream? To break out of here and hide among them.”

In all honesty, he hadn’t planned that far. His current goal was to survive killing the mercenaries. Then he had a half-baked notion of escaping this place. To do the impossible—break out of Perdition—that was the goal. His vision cut off after that.

“Nobody’s ever asked me what I want from life.”

“Do you know?”

He watched as Calypso signaled for the next match to begin. “Not this.”

In the end, the eye-gouger emerged victorious, despite vicious injuries. Still, the man raised his arms as if he expected people to cheer. As for Jael, he was waiting for Dred to reveal the crook in her plan. He didn’t credit for a second that she intended to release this bastard after what he’d done.

Calypso kicked the ring down and stepped closer to the winner. “Behold today’s champion of the games.”

“Shit. I thought Arndt had a shot of going all the way.” A Queenslander spat and paid his lost bet with a set of hand-carved blades. “I never would’ve bet on Errol.”

“He’s a sneaky bastard,” the winner said smugly.

“I won! Someone bring me a drink.” Errol was grinning.

“Not yet,” Dred said.

“We’re done,” the man bit out. “I passed your test.”

The rest of the Queenslanders fell silent, waiting to hear the verdict. Dred joined Calypso, and the two women towered over him. “I said I’d let you live if you won. Not that I’d permit you to stay. From this moment forward, Errol the Skinner is an enemy to Queensland, and we kill him on sight.”

“Understood!” the rest of the men called.

The victor only had time for a choked gasp before Jael cut off his air. He lifted the rat by his throat and dragged him to the barricades. The sentries made no attempt to stop him. Errol landed with a painful-sounding thud, and Jael detected a snap. Broke some bones, on top of the injuries he had already. Won’t last long out there.

That was the point.

When he returned to the common room, the cleaners had already removed all traces of the arena and were carrying the last corpse to the chute to be recycled. Sometimes Jael had the feeling that the station was alive and eating them one by one. He silenced such mad-tinged thoughts and crossed to where Dred stood, making further apologies to the refugees.

“I hope this redresses the offense sufficiently,” she concluded, as Jael stepped up.

“How can we be sure there are no more enemies hiding among us?” Keelah asked.

Jael respected Dred’s honesty when she said, “You can’t. So exercise caution. I’ll punish additional offenders, but some damage can’t be undone.”

“This is true,” Katur replied. “And you’ve dealt more fairly with us than anyone since before our imprisonment. We will be watchful.”

“I should’ve acted sooner,” Jael murmured.

Keelah inclined her head, leaning on her mate for support. “We all have regrets.”

The Ithtorian nodded at that. “I wish I hadn’t lingered on New Terra. But I didn’t think the sweeps were anything to worry about.”

Jael understood how the Bug felt though it was a reluctant empathy. He knew all too well what it was like to be hunted due to circumstances beyond your control. For the aliens, it was how they looked that made them targets. For him, it was his bioengineering. Sometimes he wondered if there were any survivors from his pod; they would be the closest thing he had to family, but he’d never gone looking for them. The truth might do his head in; it was one thing to suspect you were alone in the universe, another to have it confirmed.

“You have our sincere gratitude for the swift justice you delivered.” Katur put his hands together, then signaled for his people to withdraw.

That was probably a smart tactical move, before the rest of Queensland remembered that the death matches took places because some of their number hated aliens. The atmosphere in the common room was rowdy. Death matches were apparently excellent for morale, not something Jael would’ve anticipated, but that was why he wasn’t in charge.

“It used to be like this all the time,” Dred said quietly.

“Artan held matches more often?”

“I only do it to settle grievances or in lieu of a trial. He did it for fun. There was a daily lottery, and unless you were one of his favorites, anyone could be chosen.”

“Sounds like a barrel of laughs. I wish I could stab him between the eyes.”

At that, she slid him a sideways glance and a half smile, then she stepped closer slightly, enough so that her arm was brushing his. “It’s enough that you want to.”

“Tell me something else about you. Something from before.”

“Before I wreaked havoc on so many psycho killers and turned into one myself, before I was sent to Perdition for my crimes?”

“Yeah. I want to know something about who you were.”

She tipped her head forward. “I barely remember.” This was why he didn’t get close to people. Jael turned, ready to head for the hydroponics garden, when she spoke again. “I always wanted to travel. I hated the Outskirts and the small colony where I grew up. Since my dad was hiding from the Science Corp, my parents were always lecturing me on being careful, not taking risks.”

“So you grew up wanting adventure.”

“That’s why I took the job on the freighter. I . . . always wanted my own ship. I can remember sitting with my dad on the roof of our housing unit. I wasn’t supposed to crawl up there, but I was never big on rules, even as a kid. Go figure, huh?”

Jael smiled, hoping she’d never stop talking. The background noise receded; he filtered until there was only her voice. “Somehow, I’m not surprised.”

“And as an . . . apology, I guess, for being the reason that we were trapped on Tehrann, he spent hours teaching me astronomy. I can see the night sky in my head, even now, picture all the constellations. I can hear my father’s voice, repeating the names.” She paused, gaze locked on Jael’s. “To this day, that’s the way I fall asleep.”

“By holding the stars in your head?” he asked softly.

“Yeah. Stupid, I suppose. I haven’t seen them in turns.”

“You will again.” It felt like she’d given him a part of her to keep with him always. Nobody else knew that the Dread Queen named faraway stars when rest eluded her, a wisp of a secret binding them together, but he held to it as if it were more than gossamer.

“I’ll ask you for a truth one day soon,” she said then. “Quid pro quo.”

“And I’ll answer.” There was no mockery in his tone, only another promise.