As I Walk These Broken Roads (23 page)

Wentworth came and stood beside him.

“
It
’
s just the tire.
”

The man nodded.
“
You got a spare?
”

Raxx nodded,
“
Yeah,
”
he said, but didn
’
t move.

“
New tires expensive?
”

“
Ain
’
t cheap. I
’
d have to order a new one from Steeltown.
”
Wentworth grunted. After staring at it a bit longer, Raxx looked over and asked,
“
You wanna help me get her off that rock?
”

Wentworth put his rifle down on the grass, and the two of them moved onto the front end.
“
Wait, I gotta put her in neutral.
”
When Raxx returned they lifted up the front end and started slowly pushing her back. The softness of the shoulder resisted them, but at least they weren
’
t on the slope.

Once the truck was back far enough, Raxx braced himself against the front grill,
“
You wanna get the parking brake?
”
Wentworth moved quickly towards the door, and
disappeared
inside the cab.
“
Got
‘
er!
”
his voice rang out, and Raxx stood up, watching the vehicle lurch forward and stop. He let out his breath in a grunt.

Wentworth was panting too.
“
Anything else I can do?
”

“
No. I
’
ll handle this
.
”

Wentworth picked up his rifle, and stared off into the distance.
“
I
’
m going to scout out the area, then. I
’
ll be close.
”

Raxx got to work. It calmed him. Once, while retrieving the jack from the back seat, his heart fluttered as he thought about how close they
’
d come to disaster. Over all, a new tire was a small price to pay – he could have destroyed the frame, here in the middle of nowhere. He tooled away – being careful to put the
lug nuts
in his pocket, then struggling to mate the holes on the spare with the pattern of
bolts
on the axle. Because of the darkness, it took him several tries before he succeeded.

Wentworth was slowly patrolling the area – he
’
d reclaimed his helmet, and was walking with his head tilted, listening. Occasionally he
’
d stretch out his left arm, rotating it,
squeaking the leather of his jacket
.

Raxx was feeling around on the ground for the tire iron when Wentworth spoke up.
“
Hey – you hear that?
”

He paused in his labour – all around them Crickets were chirping silently. He hadn
’
t heard them earlier – probably scared off by the noise. He paused for a bit longer, trying to figure out what Wentworth was getting at, when
it reached him
.

In the distance was the unmistakeable sound of a petroleum engine. It chugged away on a single cylinder – a generator of some sort.

Wentworth tilted his head left and right, mouth open to
aid
the resonance in his ears. After a mo
ment he reached out and pointed;
south and just a little east, behind them.
“
It
’
s in that direction.
”
He slid down into the culvert of the ditch, laying down and pulling out a cigarette. He lit it carefully, tucking the glowing ember into the palm of his hand. Raxx could see the tip betraying the tremble of his arms.

“
Not too far off, either. You were pretty focussed on the road earlier, but there was an offshoot we passed not too far back, a while after their lights
disappeared
. I
’
ll bet that
’
s where they
went
.
”

“
So what are you thinking?
”

He puffed his cigarette, the smoke billowing slowly in the still air.
“
Once you get the truck running, let
’
s stash her just off the road somewhere – then we
’
ll go have ourselves a little sneak and peek.
”

His thumbs ground against the stubble of his chin.

Build me an earthly throne
.

One elbow rested on a grooved rotor plane. The other nestled against layers of cracked rubber housing. Under him a cycle-seat, behind him the split halves of a V4 engine block. A deep inhalation brought the smells of iron and blood. The fire in front danced orange into the night.

Pigmeat, petroleum, clutch-plate, and sweat perfumed the air. An aural cacophony meted out in sync.

Forms of flesh and machine danced, writhing against the chemical light. The Catamite
’
s drug curled towards him in angry, bitter wafts
,
its sourness energizing him. Wild bodies, freed of their inhibitions, moving for his sake and against all else. The breeze stilled, and a pure line of the drug-smoke bit
deep
.

His neck clenched as the line burned up to his brain and down his spine. His eyes shot open.

A flame-lit orgy. Sweat and muscle, the exhaust of machines, the burnt, shredded meats, the hollers and the challenges…

Earthly forms: in the shadows they were bent, broken and ugly, but in the flickering light they were elevated, raised up to manhood and violence. He sat silent. He was the plucked string which made all others vibrate. The imposed shame and cowardice had flaked off their bodies like rust, and tonight their tremors had reached past them, had reached back to the roots…

His thoughts retrograded with a sudden coil, forced back by the drug haze. He saw how the Catamite had once been: pathetic and sobbing, a reject dragged along by the last remaining strength in the world. Against soaken fields and moonless nights he
’
d trudged, the Catamite fighting, pleading… until the night they
’
d found the knife.

The ebony sheath still hugged discreetly against the Catamite
’
s hip. Two pairs of diamond-shining teeth, hidden on a single body. Slayer traced up and down the
Catamite’s
thigh, as he relived the memory.

The first time had been done
against
denial. The torn, prostrate forms of the farmer and his wife had stared accusingly at the Catamite
’
s sobs, even as
his
unforgiveable stiffness belied all tears. As the act progressed, the Catamite had quietened, first in submission, and then in exultation…

The whiteness of the climax had splattered beautifully into the pools of red.

That night had been the start of this new life, the sharp glimmer of new knowledge. The Catamite had come to believe. Slowly tempered by blood and drug, he discovered a legion of hidden predilections. In some places the diamond blade had garnered more fear than Slayer himself…

Look at the lost ones – acknowledging their pride and revelling in it! The Fathers had cast them away, terror animating their features. Latent within them was that knowledge which brought shame; for
elders
such as that
denial was the only salve. So they
’
d cast them away to the winds to be broken and forgotten…

But some had sustained long enough for their souls to be rekindled.

An existential glimmer filled them now. An incendiary that either inflamed or consumed
whoever
dared touch it… only in tattered corners did the Faith still lie.

A
ction will be now.

A hand to squeeze the Catamite
’
s shoulder. A twitch for a response,
the
eyes glazed. He waited for them to clear, and when they did, nodded once –
in response,
the slow spread of a grin. Sweeping gorgeous hair, the Catamite rose, picking up an iron cudgel.

Only one of this merry band stood back from the flames. The others danced strong and fierce, broken forms cast away. Only one still echoed of the Faith, one shadow left for exorcising.

“
Aiii-
yeah!
”
Lithe and powerful, the Catamite swung the splined-joint, striking the hanging clutch plate – a sharp, stinging sound bit the air. Motion ceased, and
the music
died. Slayer
’
s lips curled up in anticipation. The Catamite swung the iron overhand now, pointing it straight and steady towards the one who sat alone. The gaze was fierce.

“
You!
”

The Shadow stood alone, trembling and naked. Dark forms rushed up from behind, gripping by all joints. The Shadow gaped as the Catamite swung the cudgel yet again, striking heavily down into the earth. Released, the iron mass fell slowly, bouncing once. Nothing was left but the diamond smile.

He remembered the first day. The Catamite had wept tears of shame over the farmer
’
s wife
’
s body – shuddering sobs, even as he forced his body back against Slayer
’
s lust. Tears for his past, and tears for what he was – the slits of the knife had gone both ways.

Now the Catamite fondled the ebony sheath. A flicking
motion
and
the
second diamond smile appeared.

The crowd was growing noisome. The Shadow
’
s fear-weak limbs had been secured to a wooden cross, hammered down into the ground. The grapplers faded into the background.
Slayer stood, and the crowd drew silent.
Brimming with despite, he gazed into feverish eyes.

“
The words are that
this
one saw a child on the last venture…
”
the back of his wrist met to caress his own lips,
“
A forgiven child who was left unharmed.
”
The crowd waited, soft ecstasy growing within them. Slayer stepped forward until he was facing the Shadow.
“
What
say
you?
”

“
I… I did what must, I repent, I followed… the lamb…
”
the words dissolved into a pathetic
mutterings
. The Shadows
’
eyes were locked
on the ground, fearful and lost; m
ore
utterances
of the forgotten shame. Disgust coiled in
Slayer
’
s
gut.

He turned towards the crowd. They stood, surrounded by machines and glory, bodies glowing blue and red. He raised his hands.
“
All of this – All of This! – has been wrought for you by Knowledge beyond Faith! Your Pride and Lust have granted you this Earth… yet there is one cares not for this… cares not for earthly pleasures…
”
He dipped his head, eyeing the audience…

Would they respond? Should they respond? Did he
want
them to respond?

Such questions hadn
’
t been asked before, and a feather brushed up against the inside of his chest. Suppressing a shudder he watched them, jaw agape in anger…

One last challenge, then.

“
Who… has… forgotten you?
”

“
The Father
s
!
”

A wave of blood washed over him, suffusing his frame. As soon as it struck, a voice said
you must not falter.
On pilot, his body carried through, in front of a trembling mind.

“
Who has loved you?
”

“
No one!
”

“
Who has known you?
”

“
No one!
”

“
Who can shepherd you?
”

“
No one!
”

A pause now – a breath – three breaths into his heaving frame.

“
…then who shall you be?
”

A silent moment. They were unprepared for this one – he
knew
they were unprepared for this one – his heart beat a heavy bass against his ribs, as he gambled on the next line.

“
Then
who shall you be?
”
He swept his arms upwards.

“
We – we shall,
”
a disjointed chorus, finally achieving a partial sync,
“
we shall – we shall
be – we shall be the Adversaries!
”

“
And who is this one?
”

Once again, the hesitation.

“
And who is this one?
”

“
He is the
–”

“
Is he the forgiven?
”

“
False!
”
“
Yes!
”
“
No!
”
“
Forgotten!
”
A
stuttered
response.

“
Is he the coward?
”

“
Yes!
”

“
Is he lost? Has he sinned without glory? Rutted without pride? Hoped but forsaken?
”

“
Yes!
”

“
Then
…
”
spoken, at last…
“
What are his wages?
”

“
DEATH!
”

The Catamite surged forward with a scream, snapping his blade mid swing. A red line opened up, and the Shadow shrieked. For a moment all were frozen. The cross lilted backwards.

Then a deep bel
low came from within the crowd. T
he once-brother of the Shadow rushed forward, past forgotten, and swung down with the butt of his pistol. A jet of blood, and a wide growl followed. The violence roared.

Slayer reclined back into his throne, confident at last. One final purging… then truly, they would go to work.

“
I have sinned,
”
said the Catamite, resuming his pose, as the bevy of violence opened before them.

“
Yes…
”
Slayer
’
s fingers dug into the man
’
s shoulders,
“
And now they all do alike…
”

The Catamite weakened, melting into him.

Slayer reached over, grabbing hair, pulling the Catamite
’
s head down toward his own.
“
It is time to go,
”
he said.

An arterial spray highlighted
Gabriel
’
s
gentle features.

“
Yes… my
Slayer
. Yes… my light.
”

* * *

“
I can
’
t watch this. I can
’
t. It
’
s wrong.
”

He grimaced,
“
Yeah, it
’
s pretty rough. These guys
’
d put the Romans to shame…
”

The tone of Raxx
’
s voice caught up with him and he jerked away from the binoculars. It was hard to tell in the moonlight, but the man looked pale, his face frozen into marble. The shadows of swaying leaves only emphasized his stillness.

At first he was confused, seeing Raxx so unnerved… but then again, maybe he shouldn
’
t have been so nonchalant about a watching a man get eviscerated.
The shrieks were still echoing.

“
Listen… I don
’
t think much more
’
s going to happen tonight. They
’
ve done what they
’
re going to
do;
now they
’
ll just burn out on booze. Why don
’
t you get some sleep, while I keep watch? I
’
ve got some thinking to do, anyway.

At first Raxx didn
’
t seem to hear him, it took some time before he nodded.
“
Yeah. Okay. You sure you won
’
t need me?
”

“
Nah, this lot
’
s had their fun for tonight.
”

“
I guess so… alright then,
”
He gave his head a shake, then leaned his shotgun barrel-up over a tree-root.
“
Wake me if you need anything.
”

“
No problem.
”
He went back to his binoculars while Raxx pulled out a blanket from his pack.

Wentworth settled into the night.