Soul Screamers, Volume 1

Tod crossed over first, to make sure all was clear, and that the fiend was waiting for us, because I wasn’t going to make the effort if the little monster had ditched us, or if it wasn’t safe to be in the Netherworld at that particular place and time. Only once he’d returned with the all clear did I summon my wail—with less effort than ever now—and haul Nash into the Netherworld with me.

The fiend stood very close to where we’d left him, running the tip of his tail through one small, loosely clenched fist over and over. His gaze jumped from place to place. His twitches had grown stronger, and he clearly could not stand still. And suddenly it occurred to me with an indescribable jolt of horror that I’d become a Netherworld drug dealer.

After several deep breaths, I decided I could live with that, so long as the ends justified the means. I hadn’t gotten the little monster hooked on Demon’s Breath in the first place, and I was only enabling him for one hit. Right?

The fiend’s eyes widened at one glimpse of the balloons we carried, and I noticed for the first time that his bright yellow eyes were drastically dilated and shiny.

“Give!” he panted, reaching up with both short, stubby hands for the red balloon, the first to capture his attention. I wondered briefly if he were color-blind, and I was relieved to notice that he had no fingernails. At least I wouldn’t have to worry about him clawing me in a rush for his fix.

“Information first,” I insisted, holding both balloons over my head by the knots sealing them.

“No!” His arms began to tremble, even as his tail twitched furiously. He was hurting badly, and if he didn’t get what he needed soon, someone was going to get hurt. Unfortunately, I didn’t have needlelike metallic teeth with which to defend myself.

But my spine was starting to feel quite a bit like steel.

“Tell us where to find the hellion of avarice, or we’ll pop the balloons one at a time. Too high up for you to inhale.” I nodded at Nash, and he produced his folding knife from one pocket, flipping it open with the press of one button.

“No!” the fiend screeched, jumping for the balloon in vain.

Nash jerked back in surprise, and the point of his knife pierced the balloon he held. The latex exploded, showering him with bits of purple rubber. He coughed and waved a hand in front of his face, casually clearing away the very substance our little informant craved. Needed…

The fiend dropped to his knees, picking up one scrap of latex at a time, sniffing them desperately. But after several seconds, he looked up at us in bitter, pained defeat.

I held up the red balloon. “Tell us, or we’ll pop this one, too,” I threatened softly, hoping not to attract the attention of the fiends still madly trying to scale the stadium walls. Many of them now lay unconscious on the sidewalk, either from denial of their chemical fix, or from being stomped on by their stronger brethren.

The fiend squealed in fury, and his hands squeezed into tiny fists, his tail whipping behind him angrily, stirring dust from the surface of the parking lot. “Fine. Human monsters. No mercy…” he mumbled, and I almost laughed. His entire species seemed ready to bring about its own end for one more hit of a substance they had no business snorting. Or sniffing. Or whatever. Yet we had no mercy?

“Talk.” I held the red balloon closer to Nash’s knife, as he posed with it threateningly.

The small creature drew himself up straight and squared his shoulders, drawing what little dignity he still possessed around himself like a cape. “Hellions loiter where they feed. You want Avari, a hellion of avarice. He will be where greed best festers.”

“Which is where?” I inched the red balloon closer to Nash’s knife point.

The fiend shrugged, but the motion was not smooth enough to disguise the tremor now shaking his entire body. “Downtown. The greatest bastion of greed I know.” The fiend gasped, as if he couldn’t suck in a deep-enough breath. At least, not one that wasn’t polluted with his poison of choice. “Humans call it Prime Life.”

“The insurance company?” Nash cleared his throat gingerly, as if it hurt. Prime Life was the largest insurance firm in the country, and it was headquartered in Dallas.

Hmm, I thought, a moment before the fiend nodded silently. That kind of makes sense.

“Bastion of greed…” the fiend repeated. “Probably there now…” He extended both small arms, like a child begging to be picked up. Only this child wanted a party balloon filled with addictive Nether-toxins.

I handed it over, though my stomach churned in response to a less-honorable action than any I’d ever taken. After a second thought, I gave him the yellow balloon, too. We had no use for it, and he clearly needed it. The thought of which made my stomach pitch even harder.

But we’d gotten what we’d come for, and I crossed back into the human world satisfied, if not exactly pleased with myself.

The ends would eventually justify the means, right? So how come I felt like I’d just sold my soul…?





Chapter 18





“You okay?” Nash asked, when he noticed me limping back to the car.