Jory Strong - Spider-Touched

THE city was straight out of Araas nightmare. A reclaimed port rising from the devastation wrought by The Last War and the anarchy that followed when the supernaturals emerged from hiding.

Pain lanced through her chest in a spasm at the sight of it. An echoed emotion, the blending of reality and the demon vision shed walked in ten years earlier, on the day shed climbed onto Erik and Matthews boat to avoid the mob hunting her.

Oakland. Shed had no name for the city then, but its image had haunted her for years. Now, as she knocked aside the moisture gathering at the corners of her eyes, she wanted to claim it was the cold ocean breeze causing the tearing, but she knew otherwise.

A gruff male voice cut across her thoughts. Stop daydreaming, girl, Matthew said. Free the jib and ready about.

Araa did as ordered, freeing the line from its cleat as Erik took up the slack and the Constellation turned away from Oakland, a short reprieve even as the wind drew them deeper into the bay.

Emotion closed her throat as her eyes traveled over Erik, taking in the gaunt appearance of his features, the excess of clothing he required to keep warm. Thered be no cure in this city. No healer who could change the course of the wasting disease and restore him to health.

She wished she could turn aside the future she knew was waiting, the death to come, but her gift was useless except to bring pain and suffering.

Their eyes met, warm brown irises to the solid black of hers, and she saw only what she always sawconfidence, intelligence love.

Thats San Francisco, Matthew said, drawing her attention away from Erik by pointing out the city across the bay from Oakland. Vampires rule there, and only a fool deals with them directly.

Eriks laugh was soft, weak, but heartfelt all the same. And the desperate. There was a time when we were forced to deal with them, until we worked our way into Thierrys good graces and he mediated.

Matthew grunted but didnt reply. Araa smiled, remembering the old bookseller whod visited them shortly after theyd taken her in.

The sails fluttered as the wind shifted. Ready about, Matthew said, and she automatically reached for the jib line, pulling it in when Erik loosened his.

They swung around, once again facing Oakland, steadily working their way deeper into the bay and then into the channel. They were operating under sail rather than using the Constellations motor because its heavy throb would draw attention to them and reveal the speed the engine was capable of when needed.

Guardsmen in camouflage-patterned uniforms patrolled the docks along with the heavily armed private security forces stationed on container ships. The sight of them tightened Araas stomach to the point of pain.

There was safety in the waters she called home, in the boat towns formed when crafts of all shapes and descriptions were tethered together on a calm sea.

There was safety in the small armed settlements held in land surrounded by packs of werewolves. But here

Matthew and Erik were wanted men, though their days of piracy had ended shortly after she arrived in their lives. Not that theyd given up thievery.

Shed learned from the best and felt no guilt over the jobs shed accompanied them on. Why would she?

It was hard to find evil in the deed when they earned their money helping one rich man steal from another while the vast majority struggled to survive in a land forever changed by war and plague and the emergence of the supernaturals.

In the books that were Eriks passion, there were stories of a United States where civil rights prevailed, opportunity abounded, and humans lived in ignorance of the unseen. There were pictures bearing little resemblance to the places that now existed. Towering, gleaming cities turned to burned-out rubble and hollowed-out sanctuaries for the lawless as well as the desperate, most of it slowly being reclaimed by the forests.

Where human civilization made a stand, its nature was determined by those in power, all of them wealthy, all of them beyond the daily struggle for food and shelter. But whether those places were controlled by the religiousas the settlement where shed spent the first twelve years of her life had beenor by politicians backed by guardsmen and police, they held only the daylight hours. The night belonged to the predatorsnatural and supernatural alike.

Araas eyes settled on Erik again. Only pride and the stimulants coursing through his system gave him the strength to help with the jib. He was in no condition to walk long distances.

What part of the city is the healer in? she asked as they neared the dock, her throat tightening on the words as the emotion of her long-ago vision surged from the past, washing over her in an agonizing wave to remind her that only death waited in this city called Oakland.

The Church has influence here, Matthew said. Theres a section set aside for humans born with controversial abilities. The healer will live there. Best go ahead and put your glove on.

Araa reached for the fingerless glove she was never without and slipped it over her left hand, hiding the brand burned into her flesh by a now dead clergyman. Her gaze flicked to Matthew. The hard set of his features hid his worry, but she knew it was there, just as she knew something inside him would die with Erik.

They turned into the wind. Drop the jib, he said.

Araa lowered the triangular staysail then went to the front of the boat to gather and stow it in a waterproof bag. The mainsail followed and she secured it to the boom, their momentum carrying them close enough to throw a line to a thick-necked man who pulled them into an unoccupied slip.

Pay at the end of the dock, he said when the boat was secure. If you bring trouble here, the boat gets impounded along with everything on board.

He left without waiting for acknowledgment. Araa climbed from the boat and turned to offer her hand to Erik as Matthew waited, allowing Erik his pride but there to aid him onto the finger pier all the same.

Wheres the spider? Erik asked, taking her hand before she could answer him and continuing to hold it longer than necessary after hed stepped onto the dock, the gesture telling her some part of him was already braced for his own death.

On my shoulder, she said, knowing without conscious thought where the demon mark rested, four of its legs streaking downward to touch her collarbone, its body so much a part of hers there was no change in the smooth texture of her skinbrown yielding to the solid black of the spider shape then becoming brown again.

She never felt the demon mark move, could only guess at the reasons it positioned itself where it did. But it was always present, as deadly to others as her flame-trapped visions were.

Matthew followed them onto the wooden dock. Araa resisted the urge to ask how far they had to go before they reached the healer. Their destination mattered only in that it offered them a place of safety and rest.

The pier was crowded with fishing boats and a few houseboats. She used the silence as they traveled its length to study her surroundings, to notice those who took an interest in them.

When they neared the small concrete building at the docks end, Erik murmured, Camera. On the lamppost.

She glanced surreptitiously at it, keeping her head ducked.

You two keep walking while I pay for the slip, Matthew said. By the time they identify any of usif its even possiblewell be long gone from Oakland.