“Let go!” Beth started to struggle. More hands grabbed her. She lashed out with her free arm, but it was no good. They were bigger, older, stronger.
“Little cow.”
“She’s got some fight in her.”
“Hold the bitch. Take that arm.”
Her arms were forced behind her back, holding her still. The man in front of her grinned slowly as she twisted about. He grabbed her hair suddenly and pushed her head back. Beth flinched, very near to losing it. His face was centimetres from hers, triumphant eyes gloating.
“Gonna take you home with us,” he breathed. “We’ll straighten you out good and proper, doll; you won’t want girls again, not after we’ve finished with you.”
“Fuck off!” Beth screamed. She kicked out. But he caught her leg and shoved it high into the air.
“Dumb slut.” He tugged at the knot which held the red handkerchief around her ankle. “Reckon this might come in useful, guys. She’s got a mouth on her.”
“You . . . you just bloody well leave her alone.”
All four of them stared at the speaker.
Gerald stood in the corridor’s junction, his grey ship-suit wrinkled and dirty, hair ruffled, three days of beard shading his face. Even more alarming than the nervejam stick he was pointing at them in a two-handed grip was the way it shook. He was blinking as if he were having great difficulty focusing.
“Whoa there, fella,” the man holding Beth’s leg said. “Let’s not get excited here.”
“Get away from her!” The nervejam stick juddered violently.
Beth’s leg was hurriedly dropped. The hands let go of her arms. Her three would-be rapists began to back off down the corridor. “We’re going, okay? You got this all wrong, fella.”
“Leave! I know what you are. You’re part of it. You’re part of them. You’re helping them.”
The three men were retreating fast. Beth looked at the unstable nervejam stick and the persecuted face behind it, and almost felt like joining them. She tried to get her breathing back under control.
“Thanks, mate,” she said.
Gerald sucked on his lower lip and gradually slid down the wall until he was squatting on his heels. The nervejam stick dropped from his fingers.
“Hey, you okay?” Beth hurried forwards.
Gerald looked up at her with a pathetically placid face and started whimpering.
“Jeeze—” She looked around to make certain her assailants had gone, then hunkered down beside him. Something made her hold back from making a grab for the nervejam. She was desperately uncertain what he’d do. “Listen, they’ll probably come back in a minute. Where do you live?”
Tears started streaming down from his eyes. “I thought you were Marie.”
“No such luck mate, I’m Beth. Is this your corridor?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, do you live near here?”
“Help me please, I have to get to her, and Loren’s left me here all alone. I don’t know what to do next. I really don’t.”
“You’re not the only one,” Beth grunted.
“Well who is he?” Jed asked.
Gerald was sitting at the dining-room table in Beth’s apartment, staring at the mug of tea he was holding. It was a pose he’d maintained for the last ten minutes.
“Says his name’s Gerald Skibbow,” Beth said. “Reckon he’s telling the truth.”
“Okay. How about you? You all right now?”
“Yeah. Those manky bastards got a real fright. Don’t reckon we’ll be seeing them again.”
“Good. You know, we might be better off if we stop wearing our handkerchiefs. People are getting real uptight about it.”
“What? No way! Not now. It says what I am: a Deadnight. If they can’t stomach that, it ain’t my problem.”
“It nearly was.”
“It won’t happen again.” She held up the nervejam and gave a brutish smirk.
“Jeeze. Is that his?”
“Yep. Said I could borrow it.”
Jed regarded Gerald in dismayed confusion. “Blimey. Bloke must be pretty far gone.”
“Hey.” She tapped his belly with the tip of the nervejam. “Watch what you’re saying. Maybe he’s a little cranky, but he’s my mate.”
“A little cranky? Look at him, Beth, the guy’s a walking dunny.” He saw the way she tensed up. “Okay. He’s your mate. What are you going to do with him?”
“He’ll have a room somewhere.”
“Yeah, a nice quiet one with lots of padding on the walls.”
“Quit that, will you. How much you’ve changed, huh? We’re supposed to be wanting a life where people don’t jump down each other’s throats the whole time. Least, that’s what I thought. Am I wrong?”
“No,” he grumbled. Beth these days was hard to understand. Jed had thought she’d appreciate the fact he wasn’t making moves on her anymore. If anything that had made her even more intractable. “Hey, look don’t worry. My head’ll get straightened when we reach Valisk.”
Gerald slewed around in his chair. “What did you say?”
“Hey, mate, thought you’d gone switch-off on us there,” Beth said. “How you feeling?”
“What did you say about Valisk?”
“We want to go there,” Jed said. “We’re Deadnights, see. We believe in Kiera. We want to be part of the new universe.”