Hades

8 No Exit

“I’M not discussing anything with you until I get my memories back,” I said through gritted teeth. “They weren’t yours to take and there are things I need to remember.”

“I didn’t take away your memories, Beth,” Jake scoffed. “Though it’s flattering you think I’m powerful enough to do so. I may have buried them temporarily but dig deep and you’ll find them. Personally, I’d let it go, make a fresh start.”

“Will you show me how? I can’t do it by myself.”

“Give me one good reason why I should.” Jake rocked back in his chair and pouted. “I’m sure you’ll only twist things to make me look bad.”

“I’m serious, enough with the games!”

“Bethany, has it occurred to you that maybe I’m doing this for your own good? Maybe you’re better off this way.”

“Jake, please,” I said softly. “I’m not the same person anymore. I don’t recognize myself. What’s the point of having me here if I don’t even know who I am?”

Jake gave an exaggerated sigh as if my request were a huge imposition.

“Oh, very well.” In a single fluid movement he crossed the room to where I was standing. “Let me see what I can do.”

Jake pressed two cool fingers lightly against my right temple. And that was it. The repressed memories cascaded like an avalanche. I had to reach out and steady myself by holding on to the edge of the table. I still remembered my peaceful life at Byron, but now the missing pieces of the puzzle were back. I remembered the core and center from which everything else stemmed. I saw the night of the Halloween party, only this time I wasn’t alone. Someone with dazzling blue eyes, honeystreaked hair, and a smile so disarming it made me weak at the knees was by my side. Remembering Xavier’s face caused an indescribable rush of happiness to surge through me.

But it was short lived. Seconds later another memory savagely blotted out the first. I saw Xavier’s crumpled figure lying on the dusty road while a motorbike sped away into the darkness. The memory made me so heartsick I wished I could give it back and force it out of my mind. My whole body now ached with the pain of our separation and the sight of his lifeless form. I couldn’t live with the knowledge that he might be gone. If I knew that Xavier was alive and well, I could even bear my exile to this God-forsaken wasteland. Without him, I wouldn’t be able to muster the will to survive. I realized at that moment that, wise or foolhardy, all of my happiness came from one single source. If that source was cut off, I wouldn’t be able to function; I wouldn’t want to.

“Xavier,” I breathed. I felt as if all the air had been sucked out of the room. Why was it so stifling in here? The image couldn’t be dislodged. “Please tell me he’s all right.”

Jake rolled his eyes. “Typical. I should have known your thoughts would go straight to him.”

I was choking back tears. “Wasn’t it enough to abduct me? How dare you hurt him! You’re a vicious, heartless coward.” Rage suddenly replaced my distress. My hands curled into fists and began beating at Jake’s chest. He didn’t try to stop me but simply waited for the anger to subside.

“Feel better now?” he asked. I didn’t feel better, but I did feel a tiny sense of release. “Let’s dispense with the melodrama,” he said. “Pretty boy isn’t dead — just a little worse for wear.”

“What?” My head jerked up.

“The impact didn’t kill him,” Jake said. “It just knocked him out.”

The relief I felt was resuscitating. I sent a silent prayer to whatever higher power had spared him. Xavier was alive! He was breathing and walking the earth, perhaps just a little more bruised than when I last saw him.

“I suppose things are better this way,” Jake said with a wry smile. “His death might have started things off on the wrong foot between us.”

“Do you promise never to hurt him?” I asked testily.

“Never is a long time. Let just say he’s safe for now.”

I didn’t like the implication behind the words for now, but decided not to push my luck.

“And Ivy and Gabriel are safe?”

“They’re a formidable force together,” he said. “Anyway, they were never part of the plan. I was only interested in getting you here and now that’s done. Although for a while I wasn’t sure I’d be able to pull it off. It’s no easy feat for a demon to drag an angel into hell, you know. I’m not sure it’s ever been done before.” Jake looked pleased with his achievement.

“It sure looked easy to me.”

“Well,” Jake said, smiling indulgently. “I didn’t think I’d be able to rise again after your holier-than-thou brother sent me back down here. But then those silly little friends of yours started summoning spirits right there in Venus Cove! I couldn’t believe my luck.”

Jake’s eyes smoldered like coals. “It wasn’t a very powerful incantation that girl recited. It only awoke some restless spirits, but they were more than happy to trade places.”

“They weren’t trying to summon demons,” I said defensively. “Séances are only supposed to conjure spirits.” I couldn’t shake the feeling of responsibility. I had chosen to turn a blind eye when I should have done more to stop them, including smashing the board into tiny pieces and throwing it out the window.

“It’s more of a lucky strike really,” Jake said. “Who knows what you’ll pull out of the ground.” I glowered at him darkly. “Don’t look at me like that, it’s not entirely my fault. I couldn’t have brought you here if you hadn’t accepted my invitation.”

“What invitation?” I said sarcastically. “I don’t remember you asking if I wanted a pit stop in Hell.”

“I offered you a ride and you accepted,” Jake said smugly.

“That doesn’t count, I was tricked — I thought you were someone else!”

“Too bad. Rules are rules. Besides, how naïve can you be? Didn’t it strike you as a teeny bit odd that Mr. Responsible would dive-bomb from a tree into a river? Did you really think he’d ditch you to play frat-boy pranks? Even I didn’t think you’d fall for that. You of all people should have known better, but it only took a second to break your faith in him. You sealed your own fate by accepting that ride. It hardly had anything to do with me at all.”

His words hit me like blows. As the realization of my own stupidity sank in, Jake began to laugh. I’d never heard anyone laugh in such an empty, hollow way. He reached out and grasped my hands in his.

“Don’t worry, Beth. I’m not going to let one little mistake change my opinion of you.”

“Let me go home,” I pleaded. Somewhere in the recesses of his mind I hoped there lingered a vestige of decency that would allow him to feel a hint of remorse, a tinge of guilt, anything I could beg or bargain with. But I couldn’t have been more wrong.

“You are home,” Jake said in a flat voice. He pressed my hands to his chest. His flesh felt as malleable as dough, and for an awful second I thought my fingers would sink right into the hollow cavity where his heart should have been.

“I’m sorry I can’t be human for you,” he drawled. “But you have a few irregularities of your own, so I don’t think you can sit in judgment.” He released one of my hands, allowing his fingers to hover over my retracted wings.

“At least I have a heart, which is more than I can say for you,” I said. “It’s no wonder you don’t feel anything.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. You make me feel things, Beth. That’s why you have to stay. Hell’s a whole lot brighter with you in it.”

I wrenched my other hand free. “I don’t have to do anything. I may be your prisoner, but you have no power over my heart. And sooner or later, Jake, you’re going to have to accept that.” I turned on my heel to leave.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Jake demanded. “You can’t just wander around here unchaperoned. It’s not safe.”

“We’ll see about that.”

“I really wish you’d reconsider.”

“Leave me alone!” I yelled over my shoulder. “I don’t care what you want.”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” In the hallway I found Hanna waiting dutifully.

“I’m leaving this hellhole,” I announced and headed in the direction of the revolving doors. The lobby looked unattended so perhaps I wouldn’t be intercepted.

“Wait, miss!” Hanna cautioned, scuttling alongside me. “The prince is right, you don’t want to go out there!”

I ignored her and flung myself through the revolving doors and out into the middle of nowhere. Surprisingly no one made any attempt to stop me. There was no plan in my mind but that didn’t matter. I wanted to put as much distance between Jake and myself as I possibly could. If there were portals into this place, those same portals had to lead out. I only needed to find one. But as I ran into the smoky tunnels Hanna’s words reverberated in my head. There is no way out.

Beyond Hotel Ambrosia the tunnels were deep and dark, littered with beer bottles and the burnt-out husks of old cars, charred from the inside out. They twisted all around me and the people that staggered past seemed caught in a daze, completely unaware of my presence. I could tell they were condemned souls by the hollow looks in their eyes. If I could find the road we’d taken to get to the hotel, maybe I could persuade the door bitches to let me out.

The deeper I ventured into the tunnels, the more I began to notice things, like the strange mist and the smell of burning hair that was strong enough to make me cover my mouth with my hand. The mist swirled around me, marshaling me forward, and once it cleared I saw that I was nowhere near Pride, the club through which I had first entered. In fact, I had no idea where I was, but I sensed a deep evil, like a chill in my blood. For one thing, strangers surrounded me. I wasn’t sure what to call them, but I knew they had once been people. There was no way you could call them that now. They looked more like wraiths and they walked around aimlessly, vanishing in and out of the dark crevices. Their energy was still present even though they looked through vacant eyes and their hands clutched uselessly at the air. I focused on the apparition closest to me, trying to understand what was happening. It was a man smartly dressed in a business suit. He had a neat haircut and wore metal-framed glasses. After a few moments a woman materialized in front of him along with the domestic setting of a kitchen. The whole scene shimmered like a mirage, but I had the feeling that for those involved it was far more real. A heated discussion erupted between the pair. I felt ill at ease watching them as if I were intruding on a very private moment.

“No more lies. I know everything,” the woman said.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” the man replied in a tremulous voice.

“I know that I’m leaving you.”

“Don’t say that.”

“I’m going to stay with my sister for a while. Until things get sorted.”

“Sorted?” The man was becoming more agitated.

“I want a divorce.” There was a resolve in her voice that made the man crumble and he made a low, moaning sound.

“Shut up.”

“I’ve had enough of you treating me like dirt. I’m going to be happy without you.”

“You’re not going anywhere.” His body language was threatening, but she didn’t read the signs.

“Get out of my way.”

When she tried to push past him, he seized a carving knife from the set on the counter. Even though it wasn’t real, the knife’s blade gleamed and looked solid. He lunged forward and slammed his wife back against the counter. I didn’t see the knife come up, but the next minute it was lodged firmly under her rib cage. Instead of remorse, the sight of blood unleashed a frenzy. He stabbed repeatedly, ignoring her shrieks until the opening he had made was a bloody pulp. Only then did he hurl the knife aside and his wife’s limp body slipped from his grasp. Her eyes were wide and staring, cheeks flecked with her own blood. As soon as she hit the tiles on the floor, she vanished and the kitchen disappeared with her.

I cowered in a corner, my breath in my throat, trying to stop my hands from shaking. This was one scene I would not forget in a hurry. The man looked dazed, turning in circles, and for a dreadful moment I thought he’d become aware of my presence. But then the woman reappeared before him, whole and untouched.

“No more lies. I know everything,” she said.

It was as if someone had hit replay on a movie. I realized the whole grisly scene was about to be repeated before my eyes. Those involved were doomed to relive it infinitely. The other figures scattered around me were each reliving their own crimes of the past: murder, rape, assault, adultery, theft, betrayal. The list seemed endless.

I’d always interacted with the concept of evil on a philosophical level. Now I felt as though it was all around me, palpable and real. I ran blindly back the way I’d come without stopping. There were times when I felt things brushing past me or catching at the hem of my dress, but I shook myself free and kept running. I only stopped when I thought another step would cause my lungs to collapse.

I knew I’d lost my way because the tunnels had vanished. I was now standing in wide-open space. In the ground ahead lay a crater-like opening rimmed with fiery embers. I couldn’t see what was going on inside, but I could hear tortured shouts and screams. I’d never seen anything even remotely like it, so why did it feel so oddly familiar? The lake of fire awaits, my lady. Could this be the place referred to in the cryptic note I’d found jammed in my locker all those months ago? I knew I shouldn’t approach. I knew the right thing to do was turn around and find my way back to Hotel Ambrosia, even if it was my prison. Whatever lurked in this place was not something I was ready to witness. So far Hades had been a surreal world made up of underground tunnels, shady nightclubs, and an empty hotel. But as I took my first tentative steps toward the fiery pit, I knew this was going to be different.

The indescribable wailing of the occupants reached me before I was even close. I’d always thought medieval depictions of Hell with its twisted bodies and instruments of torture were nothing but a device designed to frighten and control an ignorant populace. But now I knew the stories were true.

It wasn’t easy to make out what was happening through the ruby glow that emanated from the pit, but there were clearly two distinct groups, the tormented and their tormentors. The tormentors wore leather harnesses and boots. Some wore hoods like executioners. The tormented were either naked or in rags. From the earthen walls hung an array of metal devices designed to inflict pain. My eyes traveled over the saws, branding irons, and rusty pliers. At ground level were vats of boiling oil, a dunking device, and hot coals. There were bodies chained to posts, hanging from rafters, and strapped into cruel devices. The souls writhed and screamed as the torturers relentlessly continued their devilish work. I watched them drag a naked man across the ground and force him into a brass coffin, bolting the lid shut. They slid the coffin into an oven and I watched as it slowly heated up, glowing orange and then red. From inside came muffled screams of agony, which seemed to amuse the demons. Another man was tied to a post with ropes, his eyes turned upward in supplication. At first I didn’t realize that the yellow sheath flapping from his thigh like washing on a line was his own skin. He was being flayed alive.

The images that flashed before me were of blood and torn flesh and festering wounds. I could watch for only a few seconds before the bile started to rise in my throat. I threw myself onto the dry, cracked ground and covered my ears. The smell and the sound were both unbearable. I began crawling away on my hands and knees, not trusting myself to walk upright without passing out.

I’d only crawled a few meters through the dust when a boot crunched down on my hand. I looked up to see myself surrounded by three whip-wielding tormentors who had noticed my arrival. There was nothing recognizably human in their pitiless faces. There was a rattling of chains when they moved but closer inspection revealed them to be no older than schoolboys. It was incongruous seeing such cruelty on their perfect faces.

“Looks like we have a visitor,” said one, prodding me with the heel of his boot. His voice was musical and laced with a Spanish accent. He moved his foot and used it to lift up the hem of my dress, exposing my legs. The tip of his boot was traveling uncomfortably high.

“She’s hot,” grunted his companion.

“Hot or not, it ain’t polite to go wandering around restricted areas without an invitation,” the third demon chimed in. “I say we teach her a lesson.” His eyes glinted like marbles. He had a pouting mouth and spoke with a lazy drawl. His shock of fair hair fell over his eyes and sharp features.

“I get her first,” the other objected. “When I’m done, you can teach her whatever you like.” He flashed me a grin. He was stockier than the others and his copper bangs were blunt. He had a sprinkling of freckles across a porcine nose.

“Forget it, Yeats,” warned the first boy who had a head full of black curls. “Not until we know who sent her.”

Yeats brought his face level with mine. His small teeth reminded me of a piranha’s. “What’s a pretty little thing like you doing wandering these parts alone?”

“I’m lost,” I said shakily. “I’m from Hotel Ambrosia and I’m Jake’s guest.” I tried to sound important but didn’t dare meet his gaze.

“Damn.” The blond one sounded annoyed. “She’s with Jake. I guess we better not mess her up too bad then.”

“I’m not buying it, Nash,” Yeats snapped. “If she was really with Jake, she wouldn’t be out here.”

Suddenly my head was reeling. I didn’t think my body could cope with much more. Yeats looked unimpressed.

“If you’re going to throw up — do it over there. I’ve just had these boots shined.” I felt my chest heave as I dry retched.

“Come on, get up!” Yeats hauled me to my feet. He looked triumphantly at the others as his arm encircled my waist. “What do you say we put you to good use? How do you feel about an audience?” His hands were rough as they struggled with the buttons on my bodice.

“If she does belongs to Jake and he finds out, who knows what he’ll do ….” The boy called Nash sounded nervous.

“Shut up,” Yeats said and turned to the first boy. “Diego, help me hold her down.”

“Get your filthy paws off her,” said a voice so menacing it could have cut through steel.

Jake materialized out of the shadows. His dark hair was unbound and, coupled with his furious expression, it gave him a look of animal-like ferocity. He appeared a good deal more dangerous than the others. In fact when they stood side by side, the three youths looked like amateurs or naughty schoolboys who’d been caught breaking the rules. In Jake’s presence they lost their cockiness and looked paralyzed with fear. He seemed to tower over them and had an air of authority that made them cower. If there were echelons of power in Hell, this trio must have occupied one of the lower orders.

“We didn’t know she was, uh … spoken for,” Diego said apologetically. “We wouldn’t have touched her otherwise.”

“I tried to tell them she was …,” Nash began, but Diego stared him into silence.

“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood right now,” Jake hissed. “Now, get out of my sight before I put you on the rack myself.” They scurried back to the pit from where they’d come like jackrabbits. Jake offered me his arm as he led me away. It was the first time I was actually glad of his presence.

“So … how much did you see?” he asked.

“All of it.”

“I did try to warn you,” Jake sounded genuinely sorry. “Would you like me to try and erase the memories? I’ll be careful not to touch your old ones.”

“No, thank you,” I said numbly. “It was something I needed to see.”