Ash Mistry and the World of Darkness (6 page)

Ash frowned. “I am nothing like Ashoka. His mouth is on constant overdrive and he thinks he knows everything.”

“
Sooo
different from you.”

“Y’know, Parvati, sarcasm is the lowest form of wit.”

Parvati glanced slyly sideways at him. “What was that you said about being a smart-arse?”

The mobile on the table rang. Ashoka must have left it. Where was he? Ash picked it up. Then he saw the name on the display.

Gemma.

“Ashoka?” Ash heard Gemma’s voice coming from the phone. He hadn’t even realised he’d answered it.

“… Yes?”

“It’s me, Gemma.”

Ash could only listen. In his timeline Gemma had died in his arms. Just a few months ago he’d watched her eyes fade and heard her last sigh.

Ash had been friends with Gemma since primary school. They had played together every day as kids, but had gone their separate ways at secondary school. Gemma had gone off to join the cool kids while he’d become a founding member of the Nerd Herd. It was only after he’d become the Kali-aastra and defeated Ravana that he had found the courage to ask her out. Funny that he wasn’t afraid of a demon king, but was terrified to ask a girl out on a date.

He hadn’t realised that when he came back from India his troubles would follow him to his front door and the people he cared about would suffer, would die, because of him.

He’d wanted things to get back to normal. But they would never be normal again.

This was a second chance. His heart quickened. In this timeline Gemma was alive! Like Savage’s, his mistakes had been fixed.

“Say something, Ashoka.”

“It’s good to hear your voice again, Gemma.” She had no idea how good.

“You weren’t at school today. What’s up?”

“Family emergency. Sorry.”

“Oh … all right. Everything OK?” asked Gemma, sounding concerned.

“Fine, fine,” said Ash, wishing it was.

“Anyway …” she paused, “… last night was great, wasn’t it?”

The world was too weird. In this timeline Gemma hung out with Ashoka! Unbelievable.

Parvati was looking at him with a funny expression that Ash couldn’t read. But it could have been her ‘Are you totally and utterly mental?’ face. He turned away and tried to ignore her.

“There’s something I wanted to say to you, Gemma.” He couldn’t help it. “I think about you a lot, as a matter of fact.”

“Oh yes …?” He could almost see the dimples in her cheeks as she smiled.

“You mean a lot to me, Gemma. I just want you to know that. There’ve been so many times I wanted to tell you that, but I always chickened out. Stupid really.”

“Ashoka, are you all right?” Gemma said. “This isn’t like you.”

“It is, but you just don’t know it. Sometimes I don’t know what I am either.”

“Maybe we can talk tomorrow. I’d like to.”

“Really?”

“Of course. Why do you think I come to Josh’s to play Dungeons & Dragons every Tuesday?”

“Er … because you’re a geek?”

Gemma laughed. “That too.”

Gemma was interested in Ashoka? The world had gone officially loony.

“You’ll call me?” she asked. “So we can meet up? Just you and me?”

Totally loony. “That would be great. I’ve got some family business to sort out first. Might take a few days. But, yeah, I’ll call you.”

“All right. Listen, the bell’s about to go. Take care of yourself, Ashoka.”

“You too.”

He clicked off the phone just as Ashoka came back in. They looked at each other. “Was that for me?”

Ash gave him his most casual look. “Oh, just someone checking up. On stuff. You know. And, you know, Gemma.”

“You spoke to Gemma?”

Parvati sighed. “He asked her out. As you.”

Ashoka’s mouth dropped open. “A date? Why? What? Seriously? What did she say?”

“She said yes,” said Ash, grinning. “As unbelievable as it might seem.”

“She said yes?” echoed Ashoka. “Aw, excellent! Thanks!”

“This is too, too insane,” said Parvati, shaking her head.

A
sh couldn’t get it out of his mind. Gemma was alive. Of course he’d known she would be, but it was different actually speaking to her.

She lived. His uncle and aunt lived. All the trauma he’d been through had never happened to Ashoka.

Was that why he found his other self so irritating?

Admit it, you’re jealous
.

Ash was the Kali-aastra. He’d saved the world a couple of times. He was the Eternal Warrior, the reincarnation of some of the greatest heroes the world had ever known, and he was jealous of a podgy, lazy kid who’d achieved absolutely zero with his life.

And he was still going to get the girl.

“Get with the programme,” snapped Parvati. She handed him his punch dagger.

“What? I didn’t say anything.”

“It’s all over your face. Life not being fair and all that.”

“Well, it’s not.” Ash glanced towards the sofa. Ashoka was bending over to do up his shoelaces. “Look at him. He can’t even touch his toes and yet he gets it all.”

“You’re such an idiot,” fumed Parvati.

“What’s up with you, anyway?” said Ash, looking at her.

Elaine came in jangling a bunch of keys. “I reckon if you’re heading into the lion’s den you might need some hardware.”

“What have you got?” Ash asked.

“More’s the question, what haven’t I got? Come downstairs. You too, fat boy. And bring that bow of yours.”

Ashoka flushed. And tried to hold his stomach in. “I’m not fat,” he muttered. “It’s water retention.”

Elaine smirked. “It looks like cake retention to me.”

There was a small door behind the counter that led to the basement. Elaine shuffled through her keys, shaking them off a cumbersome steel ring, inspecting one after another. “If you wait a month or so, I could get you some reinforcements.”

“Who do you have in mind? The SAS?” asked Ashoka.

Elaine tried another thick iron key in the door. “Better than that. But they’re all out in Russia right now.”

“We haven’t got a month,” said Ash. “Savage will catch up with us well before then. We need to take the initiative.”

“Ah, here we go.” Elaine pushed a key into the lock and twisted.

She flipped on a switch and a lone light bulb illuminated a narrow set of stairs leading into the basement. “This is where I keep the toys for the boys.” She gave Parvati a mock bow. “And the demon princesses.”

Ash followed Parvati down and then gazed about him. And grinned. Ashoka stepped in after him.

“Wow,” said Ashoka. “You really are ready for the zombie apocalypse.”

The wooden rack to his left was stacked with
katanas
– samurai swords – each wrapped in a silk cloth. Axes stood up against the wall opposite, their blades bright as mirrors. Spears, maces, even suits of armour ranging from stiffened leather to chain mail to plate helmets. Ash picked up a curved
tulwar
, slowly rolling his wrist in loose figures of eight.

Parvati picked up a flat steel ring, slightly bigger than palm size. “A
chakram
. It’s been a while since I saw one of these.”

Ashoka collected a pair of
nunchakus
and adopted a Bruce Lee pose. “I’ll take these.”

Parvati raised an eyebrow. “You know how to use one?”

“I’ve seen
Enter the Dragon
a billion times.”

She took it from him. “You’re more likely to knock yourself out.”

Ash picked up an arrow. The tip was needle sharp. “I don’t want you getting close enough for a punch-up. You leave that to Parvati and me.” He handed the arrow over. “You stay at the back and use these with your bow, if you think you can handle it.”

“I can handle it.”

“Actually, you don’t have to come,” Ash offered. Maybe it would be easier if just he and Parvati went? That way he wouldn’t have to spend half the time looking out for Ashoka.

Ashoka inspected the arrow and ran his fingers through the fletching. “No. I want to do this. I have to.” He chose a collection of barbed arrows, broad leaf-shaped heads and some narrow, needle-pointed bodkins. The first two were designed for maximum damage, while the bodkins were for armour penetration. Ash would have picked the same.

Maybe we aren’t so different after all.

Elaine pushed open a wonky cupboard and lifted out a Kevlar jacket. “What about body armour?”

Ash peered at the rest. She had ancient mail shirts and even a knight’s helmet. “Why do you have this stuff?”

“You don’t want to know.”

Ash inspected the jacket. “Too heavy.”

Ashoka notched the arrow against the bowstring.

He knows how to handle a bow, that’s for sure.
Maybe he wouldn’t be totally useless.

Ashoka turned to Elaine, arrow pointed safely down, but the bowstrings seemed to hum. “Care to put an apple on your head?”

Elaine grunted. “I’ll get the van warmed up.”

Ash inspected the rest of the weapons while Ashoka followed Elaine out to the van. Parvati watched him go, her long fingers on her chin, her green eyes glowing. “Interesting, don’t you think?”

“What?” said Ash. “Ashoka notched an arrow and didn’t shoot his own foot?”

“It’s not crossed your mind why he’s picked a bow?”

“Involves minimum running around? What’s your point, Parvati?”

Parvati tapped his forehead. “He’s the Eternal Warrior. Just like you. He just doesn’t know it yet.”

Ash stopped and looked at her. “You’re sure?”

She nodded. “It might manifest itself differently, but the bow, his handling of it, I’ve seen it before, a long, long time ago. He didn’t learn that in archery class.”

Could it be true?
thought Ash. Why not? They were the same person. They would have had the same past lives. Ash had had visions of his own past existences. They’d come to him in his dreams, with subtle messages as to what he’d be facing, offering coded clues and advice. The problem was, they were always obscure. “You think he’s accessing the talent of one of his past lives? I’ve never been able to do that.”

“Ashoka might be different, though. I don’t know for sure, but, at least at a subconscious level, he’s tapping their knowledge.”

Ash heard the engine start somewhere above them. He picked up his punch dagger. It was all he really needed. “Do you think we should tell him?”

“No. He’ll find out soon enough.”

A
sh sat in the back of the van with Ashoka. Parvati was up front with Elaine.

It was good to be doing something. Now they knew where Savage lived there was a buzz in the air, a crackle of anticipation.

He’d been here before, at the eve of a battle.

Then why are my hands so sweaty?

Ashoka strummed his bowstrings nervously. He had an arrow clip fixed to the bow, and six arrows, double-stacked, ready and waiting.

How would Ashoka do in battle? Was he really the Eternal Warrior, just like him?

“How much further?” Ash asked. He just wanted to get started now. Then the nerves would go.

“We’re almost there,” said Elaine.

The Docklands in east London were a mixture of old and ultra-modern. Their route took them through Canary Wharf and past the headquarters of Barclays Bank, Credit Suisse, HSBC and all the other global financial houses. In the dark the skyscrapers shone as if covered in crystal.

Beyond the bastions of super-wealth came endless, squalid council estates, low and mean and hidden in the gloom, shadowed by the glass titans and circled by busy ring roads.

“Not surprising Savage would set up here,” said Elaine as she drove. “This was where it all started.”

She was right. Savage had begun as a soldier of the East India Company back in the eighteenth century. From there he’d built his fortune through slavery and drug smuggling and conquest. He’d marched with the likes of Napier and Clive, carving up India, creating what would be the heart of the British Empire. Spice ships had docked here, bringing pepper, once more valuable than gold, but there had been gold aplenty too. Gold, silver, diamonds, ivory, and tea and cotton and countless other treasures of the East.

But the old warehouses had all been turned into offices or fashionable apartments for the merchant bankers, now trading electronically and growing just as rich as the nabobs of the Honourable East India Company.

Snow had just started to fall. The clouds were a deep orange from the city. It never truly became dark in London, and small flurries of snowflakes swirled in the pool of amber from the sodium streetlights.

Elaine slowed down and came to a halt at the corner of the road. “There it is.”

The warehouse took up an entire block. Four storeys tall with a multi-pitched roof with plenty of nooks and crannies among the chimney stacks. As it stood alone they could see the building backed on to a dock: a square, artificial bay with a few designer barges and yachts moored, quiet and idle. Two hundred years ago the basin would have been filled with high-masted clippers and men heaving the fortunes of nations off the boats and into the warehouse.

The windows were dark. A white Humvee stood outside the front door.

Ash slid the side panel open and stepped out of the back of the van. He shivered as the wind whipped along the street, but pulled off his coat and threw it back in. He didn’t want it getting in the way. He touched his katar handle, strapped to the back of his belt. “You ready for this, Ashoka?”

“No, but I’m coming anyway.” He slung his bow across his back.

Parvati smiled at him as she stepped out, hand on her urumi.

Elaine leaned out of the driver’s window. “I’m going to hide over the other side of the dock. Good luck and don’t be long.”

They made their way towards the warehouse. Ashoka was pale, eyes darting everywhere.

Ash flexed his fingers, trying to keep the cold out. This wasn’t how he’d wanted to take on Savage. They were on the back foot, going into unknown territory without all their powers.

But that was just the way it had to be.

What and who was in there? Ashoka’s family? Jackie? Savage even? Ash wished he was more ready; that they all were. The only one who looked at ease was Parvati. Nothing ever phased her. Always cool, always in control.