Hell's Heroes

The Last Laugh

→"i miss Cal," Dervish says. "We fought a lot when we were young,like all brothers,but we were always there for one another."
   We're lying in the mouth of the cave , admiring the desolate desert view, sheltered from the fierce afternoon sun.
"It's strange,"Dervish chuckles. "I thought i'd be the first to go. The life i chose, the risk i took. . . I was sure i'd die young and nastily. I pictured Cal living to be eighty or ninety. Funny howthings work out, isn't it?"
I stare at the hole in the left in the left side of Deverish's chest.
Blood is seeping from it and i can see bone inside.
"Yeah." I grunt. "Hilarious."
  Deverish shifts and garmices. He's in a lot of pain, but he won't have to suffer much longer. My uncle wasin bad shape before we took on an army of demons. Now, having come through hell, he doesn't have a prayer. He's finished. We both know it. That's why we came up here from the underground cave, so he could die in the open, breathing fresh air.
  "I remember one time," Deverish continues, "not long after Cal narried your mum. We had a huge row. He wanted me to quit being a Disciple, marry and have kids, lead a normal life. He thought I was crazy to do what i did."
  "He wasn't wrong," I snort
  "You love it really," Dervish grins. Blood trickles down his chin
   "Save your breath," I tell him, trying not to shudder.
  "What for? I won't need it where i'm going." He raises an eyebrow. "You don't think I can survive, do you?"
  "Ofcourse not. I'm just sick of listening to you whine."
  
   Deverish laughs softly. The laugh turns into blood drenched cough. I hold him as he shakes and moans, spewing up blood and phlegm. When the fit passes, he asks me to move him out of the cave "I don't think I need to worry about sunburn." He murmurs
  I pick up my dying uncle and carry him outside. He doesn't weigh much. Thin and drawn, over stretched  by the worls. He rest his head on my chest, like a baby cuddling up to its mother. I prop him against a large rock, the settle beside him. His eyes stay closed. He's dozed off. I study him sadly, memorising every line of his creased face, brushing the wilting spikes of hair back from his forehead, remembering all the nights he comforted me when i'd had a nightmare.
    With a jolt he wakes looks around, alarmed.
When he sees me, and the hole in his chest, he relaxes.
"Oh, it was only a dream. I thought we were in trouble."
   "Nothing can trouble us here."
Dervish smiles at me lopisidedly. "I loved having you live with me. You were like my son. Billy was too, but i never got to spend the sort of time with him that i did with you."
   "If you were my real dad, i'd have to asked to be fostered."
   Dervish's smile widens. "That's what i like to hear. You're a true Grady. We don't do sympathic."
  His eyes wander and he sighs. "I hope I see Cal again. Billy and Meera. Even Beranabus. So many who'be gone before me. Do you think there's an afterlife, Grubbs? I will be reborn? Or just. . . nothing?"
   "There has to be something," I mutter.
    "Why would the universe give us souls if not? It'd be pointless."
  Dervishnods slowly, then frowns at something behind me. "What's that?" he wheezes.
    My head shoots round and I scan the surrounding area for danger. But I can't see anything except dry eartg and rocks. "Theres nothing—" I begin, then stop. Dervish eyes glazed over. He's not breathing. His face is calm. I tremble and reach out to close his eyelids, blinking back my tears. My fingers are just few centimeters from his eyes when. . . snap! Dervish's teeth clamp together and he bites the tip of my index finger.
     "HELL FIRE!!" I roar, toppling backwards, heart racing.
  "Your face," Dervish snickers — always the bloody joker!
  "Try it again," I snarl. "Next time i'll dig a hole and bury you alive."
   "Don't be so sensitive," Dervish coos, still giggling
He run an eye over my unnatural muscles, the tufts  of ginger hair sprouting from my skin, my wolfish features, yellow eyes, jagged claws and blood-spattered fangs.
"You're a real mess."
    "With a role model like you, I never hope," i sniff
  "Poor Grubbs." Dervish makes goo-goo eyes at me.
"All you ever wanted was for someone to show you some love."
  "Get stuffed."
We both laugh.
  "I'm going to miss you," Dervish sighs
  "Yeah," I mutter. "I'll. . .you know. . .you too."
  "Part of me wishes i could hang on and see how it all turns out. But then i think about the odds. . ." He shakes his head.
   "Don't worry," I say grandly. "I'll take care of the Demonata. and The Shadow too. I have seen enough movies to know how these things end. We'll all be high-fiving each other and celebrating a famous victory by this time next month. But you won't see any of it. Because you'll be dead."
   Dervish scowls. You really know how to comfort a dying man."
    We're  silent for a while. The flow of          blood has slowed, but i don't kid
myself——it's only because he doesn't have much left. There's no getting better, not this time. Dervish has cheated death for the last few months, but he played his last card we faced the demon hordes.
   "What's going to become of you, Grubbs?" He asks
"This new look. . .the way you kill so freely. . ."
    "I'll be fine." I poke the ground with my bare, and hairy toes
  "No," he says "you've been changed and not just on the outside." He lays a weak, blood stained hand on mine.
"Don't become a monster. Remember who you are, the people who love you, why you fight. Beranabus acted inhumanly ,but he wss never fully human to begin with You we're. You are. Don't lose track of that."
  "Is this really how you want to go?" I squint.
  "Lecturing me like some second-rate TV psychiatrist?"
   "I'm serious," he growls
  "Don't be stupid," i smile. "It's far too late for that."
Dervish rolls his eyes, then shrugs "Don't say I didn't warn you."
   "I won't"
Dervish shivers and glares at the sun."it's so cold Why's there no warmth in that thing?"
   "Eclipse." It's the first thing that pops up in to my head.
Dervish cocks an eye brow, nut otherwise ignores the inanity.
   "I wish we could have had more leisure time," he says.
"Apart sfrom the trip to Slawter, i never took you on any holidays."
"If Slawter was yoit idea of a holiday, that was probably a good thing."
  "Orlando," Dervish nods. "That's where we should have gone. Roller coaster. You, Billy and me. We'd have had so much fun."
   "We were never meant for a life like that," I mumble.
"I used to think I could choose it, just turn my back on magic and demons. But I've been locked into this course since birth, just like you. Bec, beranabus—all of us— we never really had a choice. I hate the unfairness of fate, but. . ."
   I pause. Dervish's head has slumped. I tilt his head back, keeping my fingers clear of his mouth, expecting him to bite again. But this time it isn't a joke. His eyes are closed. The last breatg has slipoed from his semiparted lips. His heart has stopped beating.
  "Guess the last laugh's on you, old- timer," i croak, letting his head rest on my shoulder and patting him clumsily.
   Rising, I gently lay him back aginst the rock, then pad away and choose a spot in the shade. As I bend, I get the feeling that Deverish is sneaking up on me. I turn quickly, lips lifting in to a smile, but he hasn't moved. He never will again.
    Sighing emptily, I clench my fingers tightly, then drive them into the dry, hard-packed soil, scooping out the first fist ful of my dead uncle's grave.

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