“Light,” Evelyn screamed at her sister, the one who sometimes called herself Nadia.
Nadia looked up from the television, clearly shocked at her sister’s sudden arrival.
“What do you mean? What’s happening?”
She reached into a pocket and pulled a small, rose quartz sphere from it.
“A transporter, an Operator. She uses the shadows to port,” Evelyn said hurriedly. She removed a length of braided red silk from her pocket, and began tearing it at intervals. “As much light as you can, right now. No shadows.”
Nadia shook her head, swallowing questions, and closed her eyes. Her hand whitened as it clenched tightly around the crystal, squeezing until a fine stream of dust emerged, a small pile of ground crystal on the shag carpet.
The room lit up bizarrely, every surface burning from within; the walls, the bedding, the carpet all shown with an internal radiance. It was brilliant, and hurt Evelyn’s eyes, but it left only the faintest shadows. Evelyn finished tearing the scarf, and red smoke began rising from it, coalescing in a halo that rotated lazily around her head, describing a circle a meter-wide in gently swirling crimson embers.
“Is she an Auditor?” Nadia asked, inclining her head in the direction of Evelyn’s room.
She could only manage a nod, out of breath from the effort of the rapid series of workings. The woman had to be an Auditor; Evelyn had even heard rumors of one who could walk from shadow to shadow. And it was unlikely that the Auditor would have come alone. There was, she knew, no fighting them, not even if they outnumbered her three to one. But, where to run, and how to make it there?
“What about our sister?”
Nadia asked the question softly, as if they were hiding from the Auditor. They both knew she was referring to their other sister, the one whom, just lately, had started calling herself Yolanda.
Evelyn shook her head.
“If she could have, she would have made it here by now.” Evelyn’s glance kept darting to the door and the window, and she wondered what to do. “But, if she were dead, we would know. So we have to assume they already taken her.”
Evelyn felt the ebb and flow of power, as Nadia started another working, probably some kind of attack. Apparently, her sister had finally grasped the seriousness of the situation.
“Don’t think that I don’t appreciate your position.” Evelyn recognized the mocking voice of Alice Gallow, coming from somewhere in the hall, outside the room. “You’ve got to be wondering ‘How did we attract all this attention? What did we do to merit an Audit?’ Am I right?”
Evelyn had, in fact, been wondering exactly that. She’d been prepared for potential interference from Operators, and she’d anticipated trouble ever since the orders had come down to break up the job before it was completed. But the Auditors? What she had been working on shouldn’t have been big enough to merit their involvement.
Well, to be totally accurate, Evelyn had been wondering that, until she heard the Auditor’s voice, still glib and cheerful. Since that time, however, she’d mainly wondered if the working she’d held in reserve would be enough to stop her, or any working that she was capable of for, that matter.
“Plus, you have to be wondering what happened to your sister, right?”
Evelyn shuddered at the implication.
“Well, personally, I hate suspense. So, I’m going to do you bitches a favor, and answer that question right now. Xia, do you mind?”
The window shattered inward, spraying glass as something heavy came crashing through it. Yolanda collided with the bed like a rag doll, and then crumpled on to the floor, limp and motionless. She was naked, mostly, with her clothes reduced to patches and her hair to a smoldering ruin. Her skin was brilliant red over much of her body, the color of lobster, and her hands and face were charred black.
Evelyn heard Nadia scream, and felt her release the working she’d been holding in the direction of the window, a blue-white electric current searing the hallway in a brilliant flash. Evelyn screamed for her to stop, but it was too late. Nadia’s light working flickered, and then collapsed from inattention, and the room fell back into the natural half-shadow cast by the lamps.
Alice Gallow stepped from the shadows in front of Evelyn, grinning, her face shining and unhealthily pale. Evelyn released her working, and the red halo above her head became a burning serpent, a crescent of fire that coursed through the air, simmering and howling as it charged the Auditor. Alice waved one outstretched hand dismissively, and the working disappeared, swallowed up by the shadow her arm cast. Evelyn was tossed to her feet by the impact when the working reemerged from the shadows behind her, sputtering and disintegrating.
Evelyn knew then with a grim certainty that they had lost. The working she’d thrown was the most powerful she knew, and the serpent should have reduced even a capable Operator to ashes. Instead it failed to even touch her. Evelyn clutched her pounding head, still reeling from the blowback of the destroyed working, and wondered why they were here, and why this horrible thing was happening to her.
Alice Gallow was holding someone’s hand, pulling a man into the room through the shadow behind her. He was taller than her by a few inches with neatly trimmed black hair, his face almost entirely obscured by blue-tinted goggles and a blue surgical mask. Evelyn thought that he might have been Chinese. He wore a heavy black coat that ran almost to his ankles, and Evelyn guessed that this was armor as well.
“Alright, bitches,” Alice said amiably, holding up a large pair of silver scissors with a grin. “One chance. Your clothes, in a pile, right here in front of Xia. Then we do the hair.”
Evelyn heard Nadia making a choking sound. Alice looked at their reaction, and her smile got even bigger.
“Otherwise, we do it the way we did your sister, right? And I don’t think you want that.” Alice giggled and sat down on the edge of the bed, rolling the charred, stinking body of the Witch away with her foot. “Come on, give Xia a little show. Who knows when he last saw any tits besides mine.”
Evelyn looked over at Nadia, who was still crouched in the far corner of the room, staring wide-eyed at the Auditor and hyperventilating. She fingered the glass idol in her left hand — the Auditor must know she was holding it, there was no point in making a pretense. Witches can feel fear, and Evelyn felt a great deal at the moment. They can also understand pain, and humiliation — perhaps more than a human could, given that they are the currency of the world that a Witch lives in.
Evelyn did not understand the Operators ‘Protocols’, but she knew the functional differences between them and the Witches own workings. Witches did not draw power from the Ether, but rather, from the humans around them. This harvested power was stored, in charms and in amulets, in a Witches clothes and her hair. Evelyn had spent years weaving workings into the fabric of the dress she wore, and had been doing the same to her hair her whole life. It was the work, literally, of a lifetime.
Without her clothes, without her hair, Evelyn would be all but helpless.
“Auditor,” Evelyn began, trying to keep her voice steady. “What guarantees do you offer us in return for our surrender?”
Alice leaned her elbows on her knees and looked delighted.
“Witch, if you do what I say, just like I tell you to, I promise that you will arrive, alive and uncooked, at Central. Whatever they decide to do to you, it’ll be less painful that what I have in mind. Although,” Alice said, her eyes shining wickedly, “you are going to have to cry a bit for me, first.”
Alice’s laughter was cruel and abrupt, and then suddenly she was behind Evelyn, somehow, clutching her, one hand holding her face tightly while the other caressed her throat.