This Hunger, It Isn't You (Ch. 16)
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“Absolutely not.”
Imogen scowled and crossed her arms. “And why not?”
“Because—” Laudna sputtered. “It’s dangerous! You don’t have anything to defend yourself with, and you could die, and if something happens to me and I can’t get you back to the campfire—”
Laudna suddenly looked genuinely anxious, and Imogen softened. “Hey,” she said. “It’ll be all right. I can help, even just as a distraction. But if something does happen to you, I wanna be there. I can’t stand the thought of sittin’ at the campfire while you’re out here fighting other killers and not knowin’ whether you’re okay.”
Laudna sighed. “I suppose I would be a hypocrite if I said no, then.”
“I’ll be fine.” Imogen nudged her with her shoulder. “Anyway, I already know who you should try and fight. I got intel you need,” she joked.
“Oh?”
“The Hag.” The thought of walking into the Hag’s territory again did give Imogen a bout of nerves, but it would be all right with Laudna. “She’s much smaller than you, she doesn’t have any crazy weapons, and she’s got those traps all over the place. We can get the drop on her if we trigger one; she’ll just be expecting a survivor. She should be pretty easy.”
Laudna nodded. “That’s a good plan,” she said. “Are you sure you want to come? She hurt you so badly last time…”
“I’m sure.” Imogen smiled at her. “I’ll be safe with you.”
“I hope you haven’t placed too much faith in me,” Laudna said, but she offered her hand, and Imogen eagerly took it. “Oh, I hope this isn’t a mistake.”
“We don’t have to do it,” Imogen said. “We can find somethin’ else to try if you don’t feel good about this.”
“I don’t, but I still think it’s our best shot at weakening the Entity,” Laudna said. “But if it doesn’t go well, I just…I want you to know how important you are to me, Imogen. I’ve never met someone like you, and your friendship means so much to me. So, thank you.”
Heat rose to Imogen’s face. “You don’t gotta thank me for that, Laud. The feeling is mutual.”
Laudna smiled bashfully and squeezed Imogen’s hand. “Well, shall we go kick some Hag ass, then?”
Imogen laughed. “We can certainly try,” she said.
But the closer they got to the swamp, the bigger the pit of anxiety in Imogen’s chest grew. She had no doubt Laudna would beat the Hag in a fight, but that wasn’t what she was afraid of. What if they were underestimating the Entity’s power? What if it destroyed Laudna the moment she won the fight?
Laudna was right; this was probably the best and possibly the only way to create change in this awful, unending place. But the thought of losing her in the process scared Imogen more than the prospect of staying here forever. Of course she wanted out, of course she wanted a release from the constant cycle of pain and death, and of course she wanted to see the sun and hear the birds again, but what else did she have out there? She didn’t have friends. Her father was probably relieved that she was gone.
So, to be back there without the friends she’d made here—without Laudna—would be pointless. And to be stuck here without her would be even worse.
She’d cross that bridge if she came to it. For now, Imogen just tried to focus on the matter at hand. There were telltale signs of the Hag’s traps if one paid close enough attention. She kept her eye out for one with Laudna behind her as they walked the edge of the swamp and stopped when she spotted a hazy ring through the long grasses near a tree.
“There,” Imogen said. “I’ll step on it, and you get ready to grab her. She’ll probably be so focused on me she won’t even notice you.”
Laudna nodded and shifted into her form of dread. It was fascinating to watch, the way she grew and stretched and darkened until she looked like the thing children feared lived under their beds. It was so hard to even imagine being afraid of her, though, not with her huge, kind eyes and gentle demeanor. She reminded Imogen of a massive, shy puppy.
“All right,” Imogen said. “You ready?”
“As I’ll ever be,” Laudna replied, and Imogen stepped into the trap.
The Hag appeared as quickly as Imogen expected, and she immediately ducked out of the way. It was over before she could even really process what happened; by the time she turned around, Laudna already had the Hag pinned to the ground, fingers embedded in the woody skin of her neck. Then, with a single swift motion, she grasped the Hag’s head and tore it off around the breaks she’d already created in the thing’s spine.
Everything was silent and still for a moment as thick, viscous blood oozed from the Hag’s body. “Fuck,” Laudna said, “That was easier than I expected. She was fucking brittle.”
Imogen paused. “What now?”
Laudna couldn’t reply before the ground began to shake and a shrill shrieking sound rang through the air.
“Shit.” Imogen grabbed Laudna’s hand and pulled her away. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”
They ran back into Laudna’s woods as the rumbling grew stronger. When Imogen glanced behind them, it was as if the swamp was crumbling into nothing. Pieces of it fell away into the darkest blackness Imogen had ever seen: the ground, the trees, even the sky. It was as if the entire landscape was being swallowed until nothing remained, and a void lay in its place. Then, slowly, the lands around them shifted to fill the gap, the swamp now replaced by taller, bare woods with the faintest glimpse of twinkling colored lights in the distance. Imogen recognized them.
“That’s where the Clown lives,” she said as the dust settled. “Did we just…destroy part of the Fog?”
Laudna stared out at the new area. “I think we did.”
Imogen tried to wrap her head around what this might mean for them. If the killers were tied to their land, they could probably wipe out half of the Fog, if not more.
“Laudna—”
Imogen tried to step toward Laudna, but a row of black spines burst from the ground between them—the same barrier the Entity used to keep killers out of the campfire and the exit gates.
“Oh, fuck.” Laudna tried to skirt around the barrier to no avail; the spines followed along with her faster than she could get around them.
“You’ve got to be kiddin’ me.” Imogen took one of the spines and pulled, but it was stronger than she expected. “So, that got your attention, huh?” she called up to the sky. “Why don’t you tell us how you really feel?”
“Don’t tempt it,” Laudna hissed. “I’ve seen it skewer survivors on those things.”
Imogen groaned. “Okay. Well, it didn’t kill us, so that’s good news. Maybe it really can’t.”
“Until we get another trial,” Laudna said. “Which means we don’t have time to be messing around with its tricks.”
Imogen tested the barrier again, but it held strong. “Maybe it’ll go away eventually, like the ones that keep us from goin’ through windows and shit in the trials sometimes.”
“Or maybe it’s permanent,” Laudna murmured. “There isn’t time to test it. I need to go, Imogen. Get rid of as many of the other killers as I can, and try to weaken the Entity before my next trial.”
Imogen gripped the spines in her hands, her nails digging into her palms around them. She knew there wasn’t much she could do to protect Laudna anyway, but she was terrified of what some of the more capable killers might do to her, especially now that the Entity would be on high alert and might be able to influence the way any subsequent fights would go. But it was their only hope of weakening the Entity before it had another opportunity to hurt Laudna, and Imogen knew that if she stood down, it would be a matter of when rather than if it destroyed Laudna.
Imogen took a deep breath and nodded. “Okay,” she said. “I’ll wait here. Maybe try the Trapper next, or the Legion. Just keep an eye out for those bear traps, and some people are pretty sure the Legion is actually more than one killer. Don’t let them sneak up on you.”
“All right,” Laudna said. “Maybe…maybe you should go back to the campfire. If I die, and these woods disappear like that…I don’t know what would happen to you.”
“You won’t die,” Imogen said. Of course, there was no way to know that, but maybe if she said it out loud it would be true. “Just be careful, okay? I don’t wanna lose you.”
“I will.” Laudna paused. Imogen could barely see her through the thick wall of spines, but she looked so worried. “You be careful, too.”
“I will,” Imogen said, though she couldn’t imagine what could endanger her more than what Laudna was about to do. If agreeing to be careful would help Laudna feel better, then she would. “Good luck, Laud. I’ll be right here; I’m not goin’ anywhere.”
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