Absolute Beginners Part 3 : Let's Go!

Blue lit a smoke, looked at the monster standing between him and his friends and sighed.
"Bad dreams in the desert, coyote man."
Cody looked back at him, leering, his neck twisting round to an obscene degree. Blue heard the cracking of many small bones and winced; There was no coming back from that, but the boy-thing still stood there, grinning.
"You want some more, worm?"
The Nagual made a simple movement with his free hand and Blue fell to his knees, his heart pounding, sweat pouring from him. He felt as if he was burning up, every part of him ablaze, but he knew it was an illusion. He narrowed his eyes, focussed on the glowing ember at the tip of his cigarette and forced himself upright, smiling as he re-lit his cigarette.
"Come on then old man. Let's have it."
A way down the road, behind the shapeshifter, Felicity shook her head in dismay. He was a nice kid; A shame he had to go and get himself killed by acting like a dumb action hero. Cody threw back his head and howled.
Negative desert. Black sand, white sky, blood the colour of diamonds, cold green flames licking at his heels. Blue stands. Blue falls. Blue stood. Blue fell. The moon so low, like a dimple in the atmosphere, curving in to kiss the Earth. Smoke rising from footprints. Eyes as dead as John Wayne's. Cowboys and Indians and the cowgirl in the sand.
Cody growls the name of the place, "Zzyzx," and the desert explodes.
Makeshift closes her eyes, drops the name of her favourite deity and spreads her mind across the dawn, fighting the wolfman to bring in the light. With nothing else to go on, she reaches out to her friends with her thoughts.
Ari is limp and lifeless, caught in the strong grip of a walking corpse. Cody is long gone, his mind torn loose like wet tissue, wadded and tossed out of the taxi halfway between there and here. Blue is on his knees again, coughing up blood that makes him gag and retch, something ancient and wet sliding up his throat to be born in the dead sands. She flexes her thoughts, winds it back and over, and Blue is standing, smiling, lighting a smoke.
Hold for a heartbeat.
Hold for another.
Hold until your breath is gone and your lungs are about to burst. Let it go and Blue is falling.
"I will not let you fall." she promises, but the A-bomb winds of the nightmare desert tear her words from her blistered lips and shred them on the distant fallout shelter walls.
The time is now. The time is 1945. The times they are a-changin'. Speeding up, the mushroom cloud a spiralling whirlpool of oblivion which draws in everything in its wake, spinning them ever faster like an out of control fairground ride, the waltzers of doom. Scream if you want to go faster.
Cody steps forward, dragging Ari's heels through the dirt. He's barely human now, his hair a shaggy mane, his legs bent in all the wrong places. Smoke rises from his footprints, cold green flames licking at his heels. He laughs, low and guttural, a snarl of triumph.
Fliss holds her breath, holds everything together, then opens her eyes and smiles sadly at Blue, standing proud and strong at the end of the road. She can hold it no longer. The maelstrom bursts through, she loses her grip, and Blue is falling.
Blue falls. On his hands and knees, gagging and retching, trying not to look at the clumps of cancerous flesh which are staining the black Earth before him, he still can't help but wonder where the tumors are going as they drag themselves away into the darkness to start their own mutated reservation in the dry lake bed.
"Zzyzx!" Cody Wolfman calls the name again, howling gibberish to the fractured sky. The moon is so low, he reaches up one twisted paw and grazes the surface, obliterating historic bootprints. Dust drifts gently down upon his head, tickles his snout, and he sneezes.
In that instant, Fliss is at his throat. He walks like a man, she fights like a beast, expensive, exquisite orthodonture tearing through the rough pelt, hot blood splashing her porcelain cheeks. The Nagual lets out a howl of protest and knocks her away with his free hand. As she tumbles over, rolling backwards across the molten tarmac, the shapeshifter shifts his grip on Ari, then hurls her after her friend. The girls crash together and fall silent, and old Matus smiles his wolfish smile and wonders which of the little cihuapillis should get it first. He's always liked the look of Felicity, but the dark haired girl always seemed too stuck up for his liking, so maybe he should fuck her first, bring her down a notch or two? He's got plenty of time for both. He shuffles over to the girls, grabs a fistfull of Ari's hair in one hand, Fliss's ankle in the other and tenses, ready to spring up to the moon.
"If he moves, kill him."
Cody looks back at where Blue should be lying in a spreading pool of his own blood and filth and instead finds the boy standing. Smiling. Liting a smoke. At his side stands another, a man formed of diseased waste and dead flesh, twin guns in his hands, both cocked and trained on the wolfman. Blue nods at the stranger, then gives Cody a wolfish grin of his own.
"Coyote spirit, you up for a game of cowboys and Indians?"
The stranger steps forward, guns raised, and Matus drops the girls.
"Bishop..."
Pike smiled.
"Hokahe, Coyote."
A frozen instant, the dry hiss of a rattlesnake, then two cancerous slugs, fibrous and black, erupt from Pike's guns and slam into the wolfman's shoulders. He staggers, launches himself with a howl of fury and pain, lands with his jaws on the dead cowboy's throat. Only then does he realise that he's been played. Pike and his bunch are long gone, and they won't come back in any way but an ill advised remake. The thing beneath him isn't Pike Bishop, or even William Holden. It's Blue's reanimated tumour flesh, and it's still hungry. Surging up across the coyote's muzzle, the rapidly metastasizing cancer swarms across his face, blinding and suffocating him. It pours down his throat like a milkshake two months out of date, searing his stomach and spreading through his lungs untill they teem with malignant growths, swelling and rupturing and birthing successive generations of cancer. The black mass eats him from within and without, and the moon world withdraws from him forever.
Blue smoked, and smiled and stood. He blew a smoke ring which circled the slowly departing moon, then disappeared as the first rays of the rising sun burned scorched across the desert, eight hours late but never more welcome.
Fliss groaned, pulled herself upright, then rolled Ari to the recovery position.
"What happened?"
Blue shrugged.
"I'll tell you sometime. Is that a friend of yours?"
He nodded in the direction of a dust trail heading towards them at some speed, coming from the direction of the camp. Felicity cast her mind out and sighed.
"It's Midge. Late as usual."
"At least it saves us walking back - The taxi's well fucked."
He lit a fresh smoke, then held the pack out to Fliss. She took one, lit it and took a long pull, then blew out a cloud of smoke that obscured them from Midge, Ari and the eyes of all creation. Wasting no time, she wrapped her hand around the back of his neck and pulled him in close for a long, soft kiss. The pressure of her fingers on his skin was soothing and cool, the antithesis of the fevered battle, while the feeling of her tongue in his mouth was all he ever hoped and more besides. He knew in that instant that if anyone could ever save the world, it was her, and he would be with her every step of the way.
Stepping back, still stroking his neck, she smiled, placed the smoke between her moist lips and winked at him. Blue tried to match her cool, collected manner, but he had to fight his beaming grin back every step of the way.
"I thought you were too good for me?" he asked.
"Oh don't worry, I still am."
She watched the horizon, deep in thought, looking at something only she could see.
"You'll do for now though, and one day you'll leave us all behind."
He began to protest, but then the smoke cleared, the jeep pulled up alongside them and Ari was sitting up and moaning.
"Is anyone going to tell me what happened?"
Fliss and Blue looked at each other and burst out laughing. In the jeep, Midge looked at the trio, their battered, bloody faces, their tattered clothes and the smoking ruin of the taxi and sighed.
"Why do I never get asked on these nights out?"

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