Deadman

Chapter 21: Fringe Folk

Chapter 21: Fringe Folk

I wish I could say that, like the other times Id been this hurt, Id lost consciousness. Unfortunately, this time, I wasnt so lucky. I heard the gate open and people come out. They didnt rush, but instead moved slowly and deliberately towards me and the beast Id killed. Once they were sure the area was secure, they came over to me, lifted me onto a stretcher, and carried me back through the gate and into their castle. Several of them remained behind with the creature, and I could hear faint snippets of conversation about bringing the body inside.

I could also hear questions directed at me, but I wasnt lucid enough to answer them. The pain mixed with the fading adrenaline made it too difficult to focus on words, though I was able to take some measure of my surroundings. The inside of the castle was in many ways as surprising as the outside, though not nearly as out of place. The furnishings and decorations were an odd mix of the usual waster junk and pieces Id be certain were out of a museum if they didnt look relatively new. I was taken to a simple cot, military issue based on how it felt against my back, and I felt flashes of intense pain as my clothes were removed and wounds examined.

I heard flashes of conversation.

Looks like hes been burnt across his whole body

Deadmen are like that. Ain't you ever seen one before?

His teeth. They're almost as large as an ursans.

I felt something stick into my arm and there was the slightest amount of relief, but not enough to clear the fog of pain from my mind. I managed to mutter more and there was another poke and after just a few moments the pain dulled and I was able to bring things more into focus.

There were several people standing around me. Two or three I recognized as members of the Horde, their tattoos and piercings marking them out right away. One was the blonde woman Id spoken to, and the final one was a man wearing what looked like a bird mask over his mouth, holding an empty syringe. I watched the man put that syringe down, and reach for a needle and thread. He threaded the needle carefully and moved his hands toward the deep wounds on my chest. I reached out and grabbed his arm, causing him and the entire room to jump.

Dont bother, I said, feeling the mans pulse quicken through his wrist.

But sir, youre grievously wounded. As the court physician I have a responsibility to provide the utmost care possible.

I laughed. Ill be fine. Youve done enough. Sewing me up is a waste of thread.

The man raised his eyebrow. I, uh, should get the king. Im certain hell want to speak with you right away.

Take your time, I muttered as I pulled myself up a bit to look at the people around me. I pointed to the ones I recognized as Horde. You. Closer.Follow current novels at novelhall.com)

They looked at one another, and two of them gave the third a gentle shove toward me. The one they pushed was a woman, with mostly engineer piercings and only a few warrior tattoos. A newer initiate then. Ye-yes?

Shayeras expression shifted and she gave a slight bow to the man. My lord.

Shay, theres no reason for that here. Weve known each other since we were kids. The man grabbed a chair and dragged it across to the bed, sitting next to me. He smiled at me, which filled me with unease. So, questions. Well start with yours then move on to mine.

Who are you people? I asked, starting with the biggest question.

We are the Ren Faree.

Why are you dressed like that?

Well, because Im the king.

No, I mean. I rubbed my hand across my face. Your people. The Ren Faree. How have you survived here?

Ah, you want the story. The king looked up at the doctor with a smirk. Jude will be upset he doesnt get to tell it himself.

The doctors eyes smiled, his face was still covered by the strange mask.

The king leaned in. Our ancestors were unique among the people of their time. They eschewed the world as it was in favor of a belief that the world could be a better, more magical place. They trained in the simpler things. Swordsmanship, archery, smithing, sewing, and of course the telling of stories and singing of songs.

...uh huh.

They would meet at a park here, once or twice a year, to discuss those trades and engage with one another. When the cataclysm occurred, they were all here, in these woods. They took shelter in an old cave, hidden from the horrors above. They began working on building a new society in the image theyd always hoped for. They named it after the event in which theyd gathered, and called themselves the Ren Faree.

...okay, I managed in a neutral voice. Lunatics. I was dealing with the lunatic descendants of fringe folk. Id encountered a few settlements like this before. The Republic of Gary, a group where everyone was named Gary and did their best to look and act the same as their founder, guess his name. Potts Field was of course like this in some ways, but those choices were intentional, wrapping ourselves in mystique as a form of soft power. This was very different from that, interesting in its own way, and I was glad to sate my curiosity, but my energy was wearing thin. Whatever process my body used to regenerate seemed to drain me immensely and I could feel my eyelids begin to droop. Thank you for answering my questions. Id answer yours, but I think Im about to pass out. Being covered in wounds tends to do that.

He nodded. We can speak more on the morrow. I will have a feast of the monster you killed. I insist that you have the first bite.

I managed a smile showing all my teeth, causing him to pale slightly, the first reaction Id managed to get out of him. Id like that, very much.