Hellworld (Deathstalker Prelude) (14 page)

Hunter swung his sword with all his strength, and the blade sliced through the shifting white flesh and out again, without leaving a wound. The alien cut at Hunter with its clawed hand, and he put up his force shield between them. The impact of the blow sent him staggering backwards. Krystel yelled at the beast to get its attention, and when it turned on her she sliced at its arm with the edge of her shield. The glowing energy field sheared clean through the wrist, severing the clawed hand. It fell to the floor, the fingers still curling and uncurling. The claws dug furrows in the floor. A pale blood spurted from the stump. The alien screamed, and batted at Krystel with its injured arm. The Investigator threw herself to one side. The blow barely clipped her in passing, but she was still slammed against the wall. Hunter grabbed her before her knees could buckle, but she quickly got her breath back and shrugged him off.

“There’s another doorway on the far side of the room!” she shouted. “Take Williams and get out of here. I’ll hold the creature back to give you a start. I’ll join you as soon as I can. Now move it!”

Williams turned and ran for the other doorway, and Hunter reluctantly followed him. Krystel had to know what she was doing. She was an Investigator.

The alien forced its massive body through the doorway, wrecking the surrounding wall in the process. Krystel moved in close and hacked at the beast with her claymore and shield, her mouth stretched in a tight and nasty grin, her eyes gleaming with a killing fever. The alien howled endlessly, its wailing voice almost unbearable at close range. The sheer fury of Krystel’s attack held the alien where it was, but its wounds healed in seconds, and even through her killing rage, Krystel knew she wasn’t really hurting it. She snarled once into its grinning face, and then turned and ran. The alien lurched after her, but she was already across the room and plunging through the far doorway by the time it had started to build up speed. Hunter and Williams were waiting for her at the base of a tall tower. A ramp led up the side of the wall into darkness.

“This way!” said Hunter. “There’s no other choice. If nothing else, this should put some space between us and the creature. Move it!”

He led the way up the ramp, with Williams and Krystel crowding close behind. After a while, they calmed down enough to turn off their force shields, to save energy. The steep slope made the going hard, and Hunter’s thighs were soon aching fiercely. He drove himself on regardless, and snarled at the others when they looked like slowing. He couldn’t hear the alien yet, but he had no doubt it was still on their trail. He held his field lantern out before him, its golden light illuminating the tower above and below him. He watched his feet carefully; as before, there was no safety rail, and a slip at the wrong moment could easily prove fatal. The tower seemed to go on forever, and the drop just kept getting longer. He scowled into the gloom ahead. How the hell could everything have gone wrong so quickly? Doors came and went in the wall beside him, but he kept pressing on. He could hear the alien coming up the ramp after them. It was getting closer.

And finally they ran out of ramp. Bright light fell through an open doorway, and Hunter had no choice but to plunge into it. He lurched to a halt as the brilliant sunlight blinded him, and he blinked painfully for several moments before his sight returned. He turned off his field lantern and put it back in his backpack as he looked quickly around him.

Huge, enigmatic structures covered the length and breadth of the roof, dwarfing Hunter and his companions. The towering shapes were complex and bizarre, composed of a pearly iridescent material that softened and distorted every detail until they passed beyond meaning and into mystery. Hunter stared silently about him, unable to react at all. They were too bewildering, too alien, for any reaction of his to make sense. They were beyond any rational or emotional response. They simply were, and Hunter couldn’t tear his eyes away from them.

“Fascinating,” said Krystel. “I wonder what they do?”

Her voice broke the spell, and Hunter shook his head, disorientated. “Save the questions for another day,” he said finally. “That creature will be here any minute. Start looking for a way off this roof.”

“Wait a minute,” said Williams unexpectedly. “I have a problem. I can’t seem to raise the pinnace computers.”

Hunter looked at him blankly for a moment, and then activated his own comm implant. He reached out for the computers, but there was nothing there; only silence. It was like reaching out in the dark for a light switch and finding only empty space. Hunter swallowed hard. He’d known that one day he’d have to learn to do without the computers, but the sudden silence had caught him unprepared. “Investigator, Williams; can you hear me?”

“Not through my comm unit,” said Krystel. “We’re cut off, Captain.”

“We’ve got to get back to the pinnace,” said Williams urgently. “We’ve got to re-establish contact. All my work, all my memories are there!”

“One thing at a time, Doctor,” said Hunter. “First, we get off the roof; then we’ll decide what to do next.”

“Quiet!” said Krystel. “The creature’s almost here.” She moved over to the doorway, pulled a concussion grenade from her bandolier, primed it, and tossed it down the ramp. She backed quickly away, and the tower shook as the grenade exploded some distance below.

“That should slow it down,” said Krystel. She looked at Hunter. “There’s only one way of this roof, Captain, and we both know what it is. The bridges.”

She gestured at the gossamer metal strands that hung between the tower and its surrounding buildings, and Hunter winced.

“I was afraid you were going to say that. I don’t trust those things. They look as though they’d blow away in a good wind.”

“The aliens must have used them,” said Williams. “And they weigh a hell of a lot more than we do.”

Hunter looked at the webbing again, and then back at the doorway. “All right; let’s do it. And quickly, before I get a rush of brains to the head and realise how crazy this is.”

He moved over to the edge of the roof, hesitated briefly, and then sat down and swung his legs out and over onto the webbing. He looked down once, and decided not to do that again. It was a long way down. He muttered something indistinct, even to himself, and stepped gingerly out onto the bridge. It was six to seven feet wide, a tangled mess of grey strands barely an inch or so in diameter. There were no handrails. The threads gave slightly under his weight, but held. Hunter gritted his teeth, and sheathed his sword and gun so as to have both hands free. He walked steadily forward, carefully not looking down or back, and kept his gaze fixed on the building ahead. It didn’t seem to be getting any closer. At the back of his mind, he couldn’t help wondering if the webbing had been spun by a machine, or some gigantic creature. The bridge rippled and shook as Williams and Krystel followed him, but it seemed to be holding all their weight well enough. Hunter began to relax a little.

They hadn’t got far when the bridge lurched sickly to one side. Hunter fell to one knee and grabbed at the strands for support. He looked back, past Williams and Krystel, already knowing what he was going to see. The alien had found them. It snarled soundlessly, exposing its jagged teeth, and made its way steadily along the bridge towards them. The bridge bounced and swayed, but the fragile-looking gossamer threads held the creature’s weight easily. Hunter swore under his breath and rose unsteadily to his feet.

“Investigator, take the doctor and get to the next building. I’ll hold the alien back. If I don’t join you, find the others and tell them what’s happened. Then get the hell out of this city, and back to the pinnace. Yell for help, and keep on yelling till you get it. That’s it. No arguments. Move.”

Williams pushed past him and ran down the bridge. Krystel stayed where she was. “I should stay, not you. I’m the Investigator.”

“That’s why you have to go, Krystel. They’re going to need you.”

“We need you.”

“No one’s needed me for a long time. I’m not reliable anymore. Now will you please get the hell out of here?”

Krystel nodded briefly, and hurried after Williams. Hunter watched her go for a moment, and then turned to face the oncoming alien. It looked bigger than he remembered. Its rotting white flesh seemed to slip and slide on its frame, but the teeth in the grinning mouth looked horribly efficient. Hunter drew his gun. He didn’t have to look down to know his hand was shaking. His stomach ached from the tension and sweat was pouring off him. Yet scared as he was, terrified as he was, he wasn’t panicking. His mind was clear. He knew what he had to do and he was ready to do it. Maybe that was all he’d really needed—a simple, straightforward certainty in his life, something he could understand and cling to.

The alien was nearly upon him. He could smell it on the air, hear its panting breath. There was no point in trying to shoot it. They’d tried that and it hadn’t worked. His sword and force shield would be less than useless. The creature had already grown a new hand to replace the one Krystel had cut off. And he couldn’t turn and run. The alien would soon catch him and kill him, and then it would go after Krystel and Williams. No. Hunter took a firm grip on his gun, and his hand steadied. He had to buy time for the others, time for them to get away and warn the Empire about the nightmare on Wolf IV.

He’d always wondered where he would die. Upon what alien world, under what alien sun. He smiled once at the approaching alien, took careful aim with his disrupter, and blew out the bridge between them. The gossamer threads parted in a second under the searing energy, and the alien screamed shrilly as it fell, twisting and turning, to the street far below.

Hunter brushed against a flailing strand of webbing as he fell, and he dropped his sword and gun to grab at it with both hands. The webbing slid through his fingers as though it were greased. He tightened his grip till his hands ached, and finally got a firm hold on the strand. The sudden lurch as his fall was brought to a halt almost wrenched his arms from their sockets, but somehow he held on. The broken length of webbing swung downwards, its speed increasing as Hunter’s weight pulled at it. The wall of the building opposite came flying towards him like a fly swatter. Hunter had a split-second glimpse of an open window looming up before him, and then the webbing slapped flat against the side of the building, hurling him through the window. He tried to hang on to his strand of webbing, but it was wrenched from his hands. He curled into a ball instinctively, then crashed into something hard but yielding, which gave under the impact. Hunter careered on, unable to stop, and smashed through another barrier. All the breath was knocked from his lungs, and the pain was so bad he blacked out.

He came back to consciousness slowly, in fits and starts. For a long while all he could do was lie on his back and stare at the ceiling. And that was how Krystel and Williams found him. They forced their way through the wreckage that half-filled the room, and made their way over to Hunter. Williams knelt beside him and checked him over with brisk efficiency. Hunter grinned up at Krystel.

“What happened to the alien?”

“Hit the ground and spattered,” said Krystel succinctly. “We’ll be lucky to find any pieces big enough to study.”

Hunter wanted to laugh, but his ribs hurt too much. He sat up slowly, with Williams’ help, and looked around.

“From the look of it, this room was full of partitions,” said Krystel. “Emphasis on the word
was.
You seem to have demolished most of them.”

“Good thing you did,” said Williams. “They absorbed most of your speed and impact. The fall would have killed you otherwise. You’re lucky to be alive, Captain.”

“Don’t think I don’t know it,” said Hunter. He nodded to Williams to let go of him, and stood swaying for a moment while his head settled. “How bad is the damage, Doctor?”

“Extensive bruising, and some lacerations. You could have a cracked rib or two, not to mention concussion. I really think we should get back to the pinnace so I can check you over properly.”

“For once, I think I agree with you, Doctor.” Hunter rubbed tiredly at his aching forehead. “As long as there was a chance the city was deserted, I could justify checking it out ourselves, but the alien changes all that. We have to contact the Empire.”

“That could mean a delay in the arrival of the colonists,” said Williams.

“Yes,” said Hunter. “I know.” He looked at Krystel. “I don’t suppose you found any trace of my gun and my sword? I dropped them.”

“I’m afraid not, Captain,” said the Investigator. “But you’re welcome to use my disrupter. I’ve always preferred the sword, myself. It’s more personal.”

Hunter took the gun from her with a nod of thanks, and slipped it into his holster. “All right, the first thing is to contact the rest of the Squad. They should have reached the city by now.”

“There’s always the chance they encountered one of the aliens themselves,” said Krystel. “They might not have been as fortunate as us.”

“You’re right.” Hunter scowled for a moment. “We’ll head for the copper tower, just in case my last message to them got through. If they’re not there, we’ll have to give up on them for now and get back to the pinnace. The Empire must be warned.”

“Yes,” said Krystel. “The last time I came up against an alien this hard to kill was on Grendel.”

Slowly and cautiously, the three of them made their way down the winding ramp and out of the building. They were alert for any sound or movement, but the building was silent as a tomb. Every room they passed held strange shapes and machinery, but there was no sign of life anywhere. By the time they got out onto the street, the day was nearly over. Shadows were growing longer as the day darkened, and the turquoise sky held veins of red from the sinking sun.

“It’ll be night soon,” said Williams quietly. “I don’t think we should spend a night in the city, Captain. There’s no telling what might roam the streets once the sun goes down.”

“We can’t just abandon the others,” said Hunter. “They’re part of the Squad.”

“We can if we have to,” said Krystel. “They’re expendable. Just like us.”