Brother Andrew pushed himself out from under the two other reapers and climbed to his feet. As he rose, Jolt got his first clear look at the man and his eyes widened.
“Jolt — be careful!” warned Riot, climbing up onto a nearby car.
Brother Andrew bent to retrieve his weapon. He held it in one massive fist and pointed it at Jolt.
“You got one chance, pretty boy,” he said in a voice that was low and gravelly. “Walk away. Leave the little witch with us. She belongs with us. She belongs to us. Walk off now while you can.”
Jolt looked uncertain. “Who the hell are you?”
Brother Andrew cut a look at Riot. “Didn’t she tell you?”
“Tell me what?”
The big reaper narrowed his eyes. “Who do you think she is?”
“Just a girl,” said Jolt. “A friend. Why?”
Andrew laughed. The other reapers laughed too.
“Look, kid, you don’t know what you stepped into. I don’t know what kind of story Sister Margaret told you or how she convinced you to help her, but she is one of us.” Andrew touched his tattooed scalp. “She bears the mark of the Night Church. She belongs to us.”
Jolt turned his head slightly toward Riot. “What’s he talking about?”
“Don’t listen to him,” she said quickly. “He’s crazy. They all are. And they’re dangerous.”
“More dangerous than you know,” said Brother Andrew. “Saint John and your mother charged me to bring you back. You think we’re here to send you into the darkness, but you’re wrong. That would be easy, and after what you’ve done you don’t get ‘easy.’ You’re going to come back with us, and then you’re going to be on your knees before your mother. You’re going to have to account for everything you’ve done. For all of your crimes. For all of your sins. For—”
“Shut up!” screamed Riot, clapping her hands to her ears. “Just shut up.”
Brother Andrew stopped his tirade, but he laughed quietly, shaking his head with amusement.
“Listen, mister,” said Jolt, “I think you’d better haul your fat butt out of here.”
Brother Andrew took his scythe in both hands. “Boy, you don’t know what kind of trouble you’re asking for. I’m going to tell you one last time — walk away before something that isn’t your business becomes your business. And believe me, you do not want that.”
“What’s going on?” asked a small voice, and they all turned as Gummi Bear appeared between two wrecked cars. He sat on his bike, leaning on one car for support. The crank siren hung around his neck, and his face was flushed with fear.
“Jolt — get him out of here,” said Riot quickly. “They’ll hurt him.”
Brother Andrew clicked his tongue, and the two reapers with him began to move toward the boy.
“Whoa!” barked Jolt. “What are you cats doing?”
The closest one showed his knife to Jolt. “The greatest mercy of god is the release from pain. We will bless this boy. We will open red mouths in his flesh and give him the gift of darkness. Children should not have to suffer in this land of misery and woe.”
“Gift of darkness? What are you talking about?”
“Jolt — they want to kill him,” said Riot, and she moved across the car tops toward Gummi Bear. “That’s what they do — they kill. They think it’s god’s will, that it’s a way to end suffering.”
“It is,” said Brother Andrew. He pointed at Gummi Bear. “Look at this child. Ugly and deformed. He’s suffered terribly. Why perpetuate that suffering when we can bring him peace?”
“By killing him?” demanded Jolt. “I mean, that’s what you’re saying? Am I hearing this right? You want to help Gummi by cutting his throat.”
“Um,” said Gummi Bear as he walked his bike backward, “pass, thanks.”
The two reapers moved to intercept him. Riot instantly moved across the car tops, ready to jump down between them and the boy. She drew her knife and pointed the tip at them.
“Y’all take another step toward that boy and I’ll end you both, right here and now. Tell me if I’m lying.”
“Go ahead,” said Brother Andrew. “We are reapers — to die in the service of our god is but a pathway to paradise.”
“Riot,” said Jolt, “don’t.”
She looked at him. “What?”
“Don’t kill them.”
“Why the hell not?”
“Because,” explained Jolt, “there’s been enough death in the world. We don’t kill. The players, the people in our camp — we don’t kill.”
She stared at him. “Jolt — don’t you get it? These are reapers. That name wasn’t picked ’cause it sounds cool. They want everyone and everything to die. It’s who they are and what they are….”
“But it’s not who we are. We’re scavengers — we find the things that help people stay alive. Seven billion people have died already…. How many more will it take before the message gets through that killing isn’t an answer to anything?”
Brother Andrew shook his head. “You’re as much of a heretic as she is, and you’re twice as much of a fool.”
Jolt shrugged. “I don’t really know exactly who you are, mister, but I’m beginning to get the idea. Reapers — yeah, I grok that. You think God wants you to kill everyone. Okay, fair enough, that’s what you believe, and who am I to tell you you’re wrong.”
“Smart boy…”
“But,” said Jolt, “here’s the thing. That’s your gig, man. That’s what you believe. It sure as heck is a popular belief around here. We got this whole ‘hey, we’re alive and ain’t it cool?’ thing going on. I can respect you for your beliefs, man, but you’re going to have to take them somewhere else. You can’t come into my zone and force your ideas down my throat.”
“This is the will of god.”
“Dude, not really all that interested in a religious debate,” said Jolt. “I’m telling you to leave us alone. You say ‘walk away’ to me? I’m giving you that same message. Beat it. Go.”
“Or—?”
“Or I’ll make you,” said Jolt.
“I thought you said you were a pacifist.”
Jolt suddenly jumped up and kicked Brother Andrew in the face with a lightning-fast snap kick. The big reaper went flying backward and crashed into the side of a car, then slid down to land on the ground, legs sprawled.
“I said that we don’t believe in killing,” said Jolt, smiling down at the fallen reaper. “And you ain’t dead.”
Before Andrew could shake off the shock and pain, Jolt whirled. “Gummi! Get out — go loud and long. Sound it!”
The boy picked his bike up, turned it around, and stood on the pedals to get into motion. The two reapers lunged for him, but then Riot leaped off the top of the car and was among them.
“No killing!” yelled Jolt.
Riot pretended not to hear him.
She crashed into one of the reapers and sent him sprawling, then she wheeled on the other. She and the reaper had knives of almost equal length. Riot knew this man — Brother Colin — and he was a superb knife fighter. He was in an entirely different league from Connie, Griff, and Jason. They began circling each other warily, feinting with their knives but not committing to any attacks yet, looking for an opening.
“Riot… please,” implored Jolt.
Suddenly Brother Andrew surged off the ground, wrapped his arms around Jolt, drove him across ten feet of open space, and slammed into the side of a UPS truck. The impact drove the air from Jolt’s lungs, and for a moment his eyes went blank, then he sagged to his knees.
“No!” cried Riot, and in that moment of distraction Brother Colin lunged, jabbing and slashing at her. Blood erupted from Riot’s upper arm as the reaper’s knife opened up a long gash.