Hungry Ghosts (Eric Carter #3)

I whistle. “Big place.”

“And then some. There’s more underneath. Hard to pin down its size. It shares space with Xibalba.”

“The Mayan land of the dead?” Interesting. I always assumed that all these places were sequestered from each other, but with so much overlap in religions that kind of makes sense. “If the Spanish had gotten through to here—”

“They could have taken a hell of a lot more than Mexico.”

What would have happened if they had? If Mictlantecuhtli hadn’t gotten rid of Darius? If Quetzalcoatl hadn’t been kicked out? Belief’s a powerful weapon. Gods have rules, constraints. Humans, not so much. What could a bunch of zealots do in a place like this? Create a new Spanish pantheon? Elevate themselves to godhood? Would the Aztecs have even been remembered?

The more I learn, the more I think we shouldn’t be fucking with these things. Gods are bad, people are worse. “Does Santa Muerte always stay in the palace?”

“Not all the time, no. Sometimes she wanders the streets, but eventually she’ll be back. Once she hears you’re in the city she’ll come looking for—”

Tabitha falls face first into the ground. At first I think she’s tripped, but then she gets yanked back toward a boulder behind us, her hands scrabbling in the dirt. That’s when I see the hand grabbing her ankle and the long, ropy tail it’s attached to.

I jump after her, but the Ahuizotl is fast. Faster than me by a long shot. Shooting it with the Browning is out of the question. Even if I could get the gun out in time I honestly don’t think I’d hit it. Same with the pocket watch. Its time bending isn’t exactly precise. It’d be just as likely to kill Tabitha.

The only other thing I can think of is a spell. But ever since I opened the door to Mictlantecuhtli’s tomb his power’s been sitting there inside me itching to get out. And if I let it, I’m fucked.

The trick is to cast without touching that power. It’s so tightly tied up with my own at this point I don’t know if that’s possible. But if I don’t, who knows what the Ahuizotl will do to Tabitha.

I throw out a minor levitation spell that I hope is strong enough to help, but not so strong that it will tip me over the edge. I don’t have to use magic to stop the Ahuizotl, I just need to slow it down.

The tail pulls taut as my spell takes hold, grabbing it and yanking it toward me. I haven’t stopped running and the pause before it breaks free is just enough for me to get close in with the obsidian blade.

I slash at the tail, opening it along its length, hot blood spraying from the wound. The Ahuizotl lets loose a shriek, dropping Tabitha and jerking back its tail, the hand at its end spasming.

Tabitha scrambles to her feet as the Ahuizotl leaps to the top of the boulder it had been hiding behind. It lets loose a roar, showing fangs dripping with green pus. It looks a lot more dangerous up close than when I saw it at the entrance to the Crystal Road.

It occurs to me, as I’m standing there holding Mictlantecuhtli’s blade, that maybe I should have pulled out the Browning, instead. Blowing holes into it from a distance just seems like a better idea than trying to take it on with a glorified steak knife.

A ball of blue fire flies over my shoulder and slams into the Ahuizotl’s chest, throwing it off the boulder and setting it ablaze. Of course. Just because I can’t cast spells, doesn’t mean Tabitha can’t.

“Come on,” she says, grabbing my hand and pulling me along with her. We run as fast as we can.

“You don’t think that killed it?” I say.

“I know it didn’t. I’ve tried that before. Makes it nice and pissed off, though.”

“That’s a plus how?”

“It isn’t.”

The Ahuizotl roars behind us. I can hear it running. I’m afraid to look back, but I know that if I don’t do something it’s just going to keep coming.

I pull the Browning and turn around to face it, knife in one hand, gun in the other. I get off two shots that hit center mass and do fuck-all to slow it down. Twenty feet away from me it leaps. I lift Mictlantecuhtli’s blade high as it comes down on top of me. A part of my mind is trying to figure out how big it is. Too big for a jaguar. Too small for a tiger. Though once you get past really fucking big, it’s pretty much a moot point.

The rest of me only knows that it’s really fucking heavy and fast and it feels like being hit with a truck. Its weight bears down on me, and I slam into the ground.

Its roar turns into a scream as the blade punches through its abdomen. Hot blood sprays me from its opened gut. I push the blade down, ripping through more of its flesh. It rolls away, slashing its claws against my side, shredding my jacket and striking sparks when they hit the stone.

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