Читать книгу The Faceless Ones - Derek Landy - Страница 11

he hotel lobby was wide, with a small row of plants against one wall and a delicate waterfall feature against the other. Two huge marble pillars rose from floor to ceiling, and Skulduggery used one of these pillars to shield himself from the smiling receptionist. He had only his hat and the scarf wrapped around his jaw as a disguise. He casually strolled to the elevators, Valkyrie behind him. She kept her hands, which she had bandaged, in her pockets, and returned the receptionist’s smile until they were both out of sight.

The elevator doors slid open and an elderly couple stepped out. The woman looked curiously at Skulduggery as they passed. Valkyrie joined him in the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor, Fletcher Renn’s most likely location. As they started to rise, Skulduggery checked his gun.

From the elevator they walked down a long corridor. They turned a corner and almost bumped into the man coming the other way. He had blond hair and was wearing sunglasses. There was a moment of stunned silence.

“Oh,” Billy-Ray Sanguine said, “hell.”

He stepped back as his hand darted for his pocket, but Skulduggery slammed into him and the straight razor flew from Sanguine’s grasp.

Skulduggery’s elbow cracked against his jaw and Sanguine stumbled, hand reaching for the wall. Upon contact, the wall started to crumble and Sanguine began passing through, but Skulduggery grabbed him and hauled him out again.

Valkyrie heard a door open and turned to see a good-looking boy who loved his hair staring at them from the doorway of his room.

She lunged at him, pushing him into the room, and slammed the door behind them. The room was luxurious, with a couch and armchairs, a huge TV and a gigantic bed, none of which mattered in the slightest right now.

“You’re Fletcher Renn,” she said. “You’re in great danger.”

Fletcher Renn looked at her. “What?”

“There are some people who want to kill you. We’re here to help you.”

“What are you talking about?”

He had an English accent, not too dissimilar to Tanith Low’s. He was better-looking than she’d imagined and China had been right about his hair. It was spiky and carefully, meticulously untamed.

“My name’s Valkyrie Cain.”

“Valerie?”

“Valkyrie. I know all about you and what you can do, and you’re going to need to teleport right now.”

His eyes flickered to something behind her. She turned to see a million little cracks appear in the plaster on the wall. Sanguine passed through into the room, his lip bleeding and his sunglasses missing.

Fletcher saw the black holes where Sanguine’s eyes used to be and swore under his breath.

Valkyrie ripped the bandage off her right hand and clicked her fingers, felt the spark generated by the friction and fed it her magic. The spark ignited into flame and grew, swirling in her palm. She hurled the fireball and Sanguine threw himself to one side, barely avoiding it.

The blade of his straight razor gleamed wickedly. Valkyrie took one step forward and extended her arm, hand open. She sank into the stance, knees bending slightly, as she snapped her palm against the air and the space in front of her rippled. Sanguine dived to one side and the displaced air hit the couch where he had just been standing and sent it crashing against the wall.

Sanguine threw a lamp at Valkyrie and the base struck her cheek. She stumbled and he moved straight towards her. Even as she was ducking the swipe of the razor, she knew it had been a feint, and he grabbed her and hauled her back as the hotel room door was kicked open and Skulduggery stormed in. His hat and scarf were gone, and Fletcher gaped as he caught his first real glimpse of the skeleton detective.

“Let her go,” Skulduggery said, the revolver in his hand, ready to fire.

“But then you might shoot me,” Sanguine said. “An’ getting’ shot hurts. Drop the gun, gimme the kid with the freaky hair-do or I kill the girl.”

“No.”

“Then I reckon we got ourselves a good old-fashioned stand-off.”

The blade of the straight razor pressed deeper into Valkyrie’s throat and she didn’t even dare swallow. Her cheek throbbed with pain and she felt a trickle of blood run down her face where the lamp had struck her.

Nobody moved, or said anything, for the next few moments.

“Old-fashioned stand-offs are mighty borin’,” Sanguine muttered.

Fletcher was staring at Skulduggery. “You’re a skeleton.”

“Get behind me,” Skulduggery said.

“What’s going on? There’s a guy with no eyes and a razor versus a skeleton in a suit with a gun. Who’s the good guy here?”

Valkyrie clicked her fingers, but had to do it softly or else Sanguine would hear. She tried again, but still couldn’t summon a spark.

“Fletcher,” Sanguine said, “unlike these two, I came here to make you an offer. My employers are very generous people and they’d like to pay you a lot of money to do one little job for them.”

“Don’t listen to him,” Skulduggery warned.

“Why would I need money?” Fletcher asked. “I teleport wherever I want to go and I take whatever I need. I don’t have to pay for anything.”

“There are other rewards,” Sanguine tried. “We can work something out.”

Fletcher shook his head. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what any of you want, or why guns and knives are being waved around, and why the girl has just been taken hostage, but everyone seems to be acting like having a talking skeleton in the room is perfectly normal. And you, where are your eyes? How can you see? How come the only people with eyes in this room are me and her?”

“Very good questions,” Sanguine nodded. “If you come with me right now, I’ll give you all the answers you want.”

“This man’s a killer,” said Skulduggery. “You can’t trust anything he says.”

“I’m not planning on it,” Fletcher replied, and he picked up his jacket and put it on. “I don’t care why you or your bosses want me to work for you,” he said to Sanguine. “The fact is, nobody tells me what to do any more. I’m going to go ahead and say no.”

“That’s a mistake, boy.”

“Come with us,” Skulduggery said. “We can protect you.”

“Don’t need protection,” Fletcher shrugged. “Don’t need anything from anyone. I’ve got this really cool power and I intend to use it to do whatever I want.”

“You’re in danger,” Skulduggery insisted. “Most of the other Teleporters in the world are dead.”

Fletcher frowned. “So I’m one of the last?” He took a moment to absorb this information, and when he shrugged, it was with the beginnings of a smile. “Then that just makes me even cooler.”

He vanished with a soft pop, as the air around him rushed in to fill the sudden vacuum.

“Damn it all to hell,” Sanguine muttered.

Valkyrie clicked her fingers and summoned a single flame into her palm, then pressed it into Sanguine’s leg. He yelped and his hold loosened. She grabbed his right wrist and held the straight razor away from her as Skulduggery moved in. Sanguine cursed and pushed Valkyrie into Skulduggery’s path.

“I really hate you guys,” he said, sinking down into the ground.

They waited for a few moments, making sure he wasn’t going to jump out at them from somewhere.

“Are you all right?” Skulduggery asked as he crossed to Valkyrie and tilted her chin to one side. “Did he cut you?”

“Not with his razor,” Valkyrie said, reclaiming her chin. She knew she’d been lucky. Scars left from that blade never healed. “We lost Fletcher. He’s probably miles away by now. After this, how are we ever going to find him again?”

There was a sound from the bathroom and they both looked at the closed door. Skulduggery walked over and knocked. A few seconds later it opened, and Fletcher Renn looked out at them sheepishly.

“Oh,” Valkyrie said. “Well, that was easy.”

Valkyrie sat opposite Fletcher, neither of them saying anything. He had adopted an air of complete boredom on the drive over, and this obvious attempt at nonchalance was starting to bug her. She dabbed a wadded clump of napkins to her cut cheek, making sure the bleeding had stopped. Her hands still stung from the dozen splinters that had lacerated them.

The diner they’d come to was a tacky attempt at 1950s America – blue and pink, miniature jukebox on every table and a neon Elvis jerking his hips from left to right on the wall. It was a little past three on a Thursday afternoon and there were more than a few curious glances at the tall, thin man with the scarf, sunglasses and hat, who joined them at the table. Skulduggery waved away the waiter even before he approached.

“The man with the razor was Billy-Ray Sanguine,” he said. “We believe that he is either working with or working for a man named Batu. Have you ever heard this name?”

Fletcher shook his head lazily.

“In the last month, there have been four murders – all Teleporters like you. Now there are only two of you left.”

“But that guy wasn’t after me to kill me. He said he wanted my help.”

“And I can assure you that if you did help him, you’d be dead soon after.”

“He’d try to kill me,” Fletcher said with another one of his shrugs, “but I’d just teleport a hundred miles away.”

“If that were true,” Skulduggery said, “then why did you only teleport as far as the bathroom?”

Fletcher hesitated. “Sometimes, like, I have to be calm to teleport more than a few metres …” He brushed his hand through his hair, like he was checking that it was still ridiculous. Valkyrie could have saved him the effort. “Anyway, you’re wasting my time here, all right? So let’s get this over with.”

Skulduggery tilted his head. “Excuse me?”

“You want to give me the talk, don’t you? Just like those old guys?”

“What old guys?”

“Two old guys came up to me a few months back, and they were all, ‘you’re one of us, you have power and blah, you can now join this magical community and something else about wonder and awe,’ I don’t know, I wasn’t really listening. They were trying to recruit me into this little world within a world that you guys have and they were none too happy when I told them I wasn’t interested. And I’m still not interested.”

“Did they tell you their names?”

“One of them was, I think, Light something.”

“Cameron Light.”

“That was it, yeah. He dead too?”

“Yes, he is.”

“That’s a shame. I’m sure somebody, somewhere, cares.”

“Did they say anything else?”

“They said that without the proper training I could be dangerous. Said I could attract the wrong kind of attention.”

“We usually try not to attract any kind of attention,” Valkyrie said, trying to keep the annoyance out of her voice.

Fletcher looked at her. “Is that what we try?”

“Fletcher,” Skulduggery said, and once again Fletcher’s eyes flickered to him. “I’m sure that the idea that known killers are after you is one that, at the very least, is causing you some worry.”

“Do I look worried?”

“No, but neither do you look intelligent, so I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt.”

Fletcher glared at him, and sat back and said nothing.

“If Batu is behind these murders,” Skulduggery continued, “then he wants to use your powers to open a gateway that will enable the Faceless Ones to return. Do you know about the Faceless Ones?”

For a moment, Valkyrie thought Fletcher might be too sullen to respond, but eventually he nodded. “The old guys told me about them. But that’s just a story, right? None of that stuff ’s real.”

“I used to think the same way,” Skulduggery said. “But my mind has been changed.”

“So if these Faceless Ones come back, the world ends?”

“It probably won’t end immediately. They’ll come back, inhabit indestructible human bodies, tear down the cities and the towns, burn the countryside, kill billions, enslave billions more, work them until they die, and then the world will end. Are you OK, Fletcher? You’re suddenly looking very pale.”

“I’m fine,” Fletcher mumbled.

Skulduggery went quiet for a moment, thinking it all through. “But if Batu needs a Teleporter to make this all happen, why didn’t he go for someone with experience? You don’t even have any formal training. You may be a natural, as I’ve heard, but compared to Cameron Light, your powers are practically nothing.”

“If Cameron Light’s so bloody good,” Fletcher said with a sneer on his lips, “how come he’s so bloody dead?”

There was nothing Valkyrie wanted more in the world than to reach across that table and smack Fletcher Renn. Skulduggery, for his part, remained as impassive as ever.

“Even though this will go against your instincts,” he said, “for your own safety I think you should be put in protective custody.”

Fletcher’s grin was back. “Ground me, you mean? Not a chance, skeleton-man.”

Valkyrie scowled. “He has a name.”

“Oh, yeah, Skulduggery, right? Skulduggery. That’s an unusual one. Were you born a skeleton or were your folks just disturbingly hopeful?”

“Skulduggery is my taken name,” Skulduggery said evenly.

“That’s the advantage of being in this little ‘world within a world’ of ours,” Valkyrie added. “You’re told a few of the rules, a few tricks you’ll need to survive.”

Fletcher’s shoulders made a slight movement, like they were too lazy to give another shrug so soon after the last one. “I’m doing OK.”

“So far. But how do you feel about being someone’s puppet? Because if you don’t take on a name of your own, any sorcerer who can be bothered might decide he wants a new pet.”

“Aha. So Valkyrie Cain isn’t your real name, that right?”

“That’s right. It’s the name I took, the name that stops anyone from controlling me.”

“Well I changed my name when I ran away from home, so I guess I’m safe too, right?”

He was enjoying this. That made her dislike him even more.

“Are we done?” he asked. “I’ve got places to go and people to see.”

“They’re not going to stop,” Skulduggery said. “No matter where you go, they will find you. And if they find you, they will force you to help them.”

“No one forces me to—”

“I’ve not finished talking yet,” Skulduggery interrupted.

Fletcher sighed and raised an eyebrow expectantly.

“As I was saying, if they find you, they will force you to help them. And if you help them, Fletcher, then you’re on their side.”

Fletcher frowned. “Meaning what?”

“Meaning you won’t have to worry about them. You’ll have to worry about us.”

Fletcher grew even paler than before. Skulduggery, Valkyrie reflected, could be a very scary person when he wanted to.

“You don’t want me as an enemy, Fletcher. You want to be my friend. You want to do as I say, and for your own good, you want to enter into protective custody. Am I right?”

For a moment, Valkyrie thought Fletcher was going to defy him again, just for the sake of it, but then his eyes softened and he nodded. “Yeah, OK.”

“Excellent news. And I have the perfect place for you to stay.”