Only Villains Do That 1.37 In Which the Dark Lord Brings Down the House

1.37 In Which the Dark Lord Brings Down the House

I knew, though, Id be following whatever advice he ca up with, purely because I had no other options here.

Get to the guitar, Biribo whispered in my ear, and sing. Sing sothing in your own languageanything these people wont understand. And you gotta really sing. Put so heart in it.

The house guitar, which Minifrits employees used to entertain the custors, was sitting propped on a chair nearby, where the last girl playing had set it down when she retreated from the drama. Part of considered it shaful, abandoning an instrunt to save ones own skin, but at least it worked out for now.

If, that is, what I was hearing wasnt pure nonsense. What was he planning to do, defuse the tension with a musical break? At best that would Then it hit .

Blessing of Wisdom? I breathed, a bare whisper that wouldnt be audible outside my mask.

Got it in one.

That was another matter. I still didnt know what the fuck he expected to happen, but this was at least sothing he had alluded to before. I just had to trust him.

Yeah, that was all

Ignoring the weight of all the stares on , I turned and stepped off to the side, picked up the guitar, and seated myself on the chair where it had been, making sure to collect the dropped pick before I sat on it. The next hurdle was my heavy gloves, which were part of the Healer disguise but werent going to work here. I folded them carefully on my lap, behind the guitar, and began very softly checking the tuning.

Well, okay, then, Cauth said, smugness incarnate, and turned back to Minifrit, at whose expression I did not look. I was keeping an eye on the room at large from the depths of my hood, but Id have had to shift notably toward her to see her face from that position. Also, I frankly didnt want to face her in that mont. Ah, ah! You wanna think real carefully about how much youre gettin paid, boyo, and whether its worth it.

Minifrits bouncer had stepped up beside her, brandishing his club; another appeared from the stairwell as Cauth threatened his comrade. There was a third sowhere, but I was more absorbed on the guitar than the onlookers. Id have preferred to tune it a bit more precisely; the strings had loosened a tad from being played all evening, but it was good enough for an ergency.

You can make it as much trouble as you want if that makes you feel better, doll, Cauth was saying condescendingly to Minifrit as I strumd the opening chords. I dont hate it when they struggle.

Biribo had better know what he was talking about.

She can kill with a smile

The words ca out of in their original English, projected powerfully enough to be fully audible throughout the room despite my mask without ssing up the soft nature of the song, because I am a professional and such vocal control is but a parlor trick to .

And Biribos faith was rewarded. People had mostly shifted their attention away from the Healer to Cauths attempted abduction of Minifrit, but suddenly I had everyones full focus again. Cauth himself trailed off mid-threat, his stare quickly growing glassy-eyed, and more of his followers than otherwise were swiftly gazing at with such literally slack-jawed expressions it seed they might start drooling.

Huh. Dont get wrong, Im good, but there was clearly sothing else going on here.

Even under these circumstances, I found myself falling into the music as I finished the first verse.

This. This was why Id kept my English; this was my stuff. I believe above all else that everyone has the right to enjoy whatever music moves their spirit, and to , it was the Arican rock from the whole first decades of the genres existence. The entire latter half of the twentieth century, from Elvis to Nirvana. Its not that there isnt fantastic music from Japan and everywhere else, but this was what stirred my soul to sing, and that is a thing which requires no justification. So people argue over where the definition of classic rock starts and ends; , I just play it. Billy Joel isnt even one of my favorites; so of the hipsters and purists may argue about whether hes rock at all, which is probably why he wrote a song about that. But in the mont when I sat down with the guitar, this was the song that sprang to mind as the right one for here and now. Thats how music works: you do need to study the technique, but once you have that, you have to follow the passion.

My fingers on the strings flowed into the series of arpeggios which followed the initial verse. This was written as a piano piece; you can do on the guitar music ant for piano, up to a point, but its difficult. Which is why its impressive, which is why I like doing it. Ive never claid not to be a showoff.

However, keeping a watch on the room from within my hood, I imdiately noticed signs that whatever trance Id induced was fading. Expressions sharpened, a couple of people blinked and one guy physically shook himself. So it was the voice, not the music. Good to know.

The second verse began, and they all went back under with just a few more lines. Well, mostly. Biribos plan beca clear as I watched the audience while singing and playing, which fortunately didnt strain my attention too far. I usually did that while performing; next to attempting a triple spell combination, this was nothing. But while the custors huddling against the wall and Lady Grays impromptu army were all staring at with raptly vacant fascination, Minifrit herself remained sharp-eyed as ever, looking around for a few seconds in clear puzzlent at this state of affairs, but she was quick to take advantage, lting backward from the main room while her foes were distracted.

I was really looking forward to having Biribo explain what the fuck was happening. Was it a gender-based hypnosis? No; both of Minifrits bouncers remained lucid and wary, shifting to hover over her as she retreated. Also, while I could only see a few of the Alley Cats girls from my current vantage and didnt want to shift my hood and risk drawing attention to them, I noticed that most quickly and quietly followed Minifrit up the stairs, but Adelly seed to have been taken in by the effect. Kastrin had to clamp a hand over her mouth and give her a shake to jostle her out of it.

These won were experts at surviving in the rough part of town, and knew when and how to move fast. Every one of them had disappeared up the stairs by the end of the first chorus. Both ground floor exits were still crowded with Grays street soldiers, who probably would have been prodded out of their stupor by the won trying to push through them. I rembered that there were rooftop escapes, though. I kept playing, buying them the ti I could.

It got to be downright eerie, the way all the remaining n and a couple of won among the thugs gaped at ; their expressions held the strangest blend of intensity and vacuity, not at all the looks I was used to seeing on the faces of people enjoying a musical performance. An artist could almost take it personally.

But I was performing for a purpose beyond my own ego, for once, and I kept at it. I didnt know how much longer it would hold; I slowed the tempo just a hair, as much as I could without making it sound wrong, since I also didnt know what might spoil the effect. I kept on to the end of the song, though, buying Minifrit and her employees what ti I could. The three to four minutes, give or take, of an average modern song would have to do.

always a woman to .

It took them a few seconds after the last chords for them to co out of it. For several seconds, that was a slow process of blinking and eyes coming gradually into focus. But then Cauth woke up enough to realize what had happened, and the ensuing bellowing brought everybody back down to Ephera.

What the fuck! he roared, rounding on after spinning in a futile circle to notice that his n were all dazed and his quarry all gone. What did you do, you little shit?!

I slowly and deliberately lowered the guitar. Not a music lover, I take it? You seed to be enjoying it a minute ago.

Listen here, corebait! He took an aggressive step toward , raising his axe.

Still at an even and unhurried pace, I stood upright, and stepped forward as well.

Yes?

I could literally see the mont in his eyes when Cauth rembered who he was dealing with, and Id be lying if I said I didnt enjoy it.

You think youre pretty fuckin smart, dont you? he grated. Youve only got so many tricks up your sleeve, Healer. When Lady Gray gets as tired of anybodys bullshit as she is of yours, theyre done. Its just a matter of ti.

I couldve traded bluster with this guy, but really, what was the point?

Those docunts you were showing off, I said instead. Give them to .

He barked an incredulous laugh in my face. Yeah? And why the fuck would I ever do that?

Co now, you know how this works. I turned my hood slightly to the side, addressing the whole crowd of bandits. You lot must take things from people all the ti. Surely I dont need to explain how. Youre going to give what I want, because of what will happen to you if you dont.

All of them stiffened further, several taking steps back. Cauth flexed his grip on the handle of his axe, seeming for once to have no ready reply.

Not only will you die, I continued in a sepulchral tone, you will experience the farthest extremity of human anguish the entire ti you are dying. And only if I judge that your price is fully paid will it stop at that. Life, death, and pain are mine to toy with. I can burn you to ash and raise you to full healthas many tis as it takes. For the entire rest of the night, over and over, until I am satisfied that

Here! one of them practically squawked, thrusting out a double roll of paper at . I plucked it from his hand before anybody else could intercede, tucking the docunts inside my coat.

Jakkin, you sniveling little stain, Cauth roared.

Fuck you, Cauth! You cant do half the evil shit this crazy bastard can!

You think you can just co to this town and throw your fuckin weight around? Cauth snarled at . This is Lady Grays town, fucker.

I looked at him in silence for a second, then turned to look at Aster. She had drawn her greatsword, and now casually laid it across her shoulders, ready to swing in an arc that could conceivably behead six people in this confined space. Then I looked back at Cauth, and stood there in silence for exactly four more seconds.

I turned my back on him and walked toward the door, Aster right behind . The main bulk of Lady Grays n were still blocking the exit.

They got out of our way.

It was a little quieter than usual out in Yrshith Street. The customary crowds were present, and had not failed to notice a bunch of ard goons entering the Alley Cat; so might have noticed its entire staff escaping via the rooftops. At any rate, folks were watching the doors, and whispers and murmurs started when I erged with nobody but my omnipresent bodyguard.

So, I mumbled almost silently, you gonna explain what that was

Boss! Biribo interrupted. Archer on the roof of the Jugs!

I jerked my head up in ti to see a man in shabby leather taking aim at with a crossbow. I didnt know if he was just positioning his weapon to fire or simply a watcher covering , and I didnt wait to find out.

Immolate!

He plumted from the roof in a screaming ball of fire and impacted the pavent with an unpleasant crunch. That kind of fall would probably ss a person up, but fortunately for him he was under the influence of an extrely powerful healing spell at that mont. Not that he probably appreciated it, all things considered.

I had no more ti to consider this because at that mont, an impact in my back made stagger forward.

Fuck, Biribo squeaked. He was hiding in the crowd! Sorry, boss!

Useless little Why was it so hard to breathe?

Hold still, Aster murmured right in my ear, and then there ca a jerk. I enveloped myself in Heal just on instinct, only realizing exactly what happened when I turned around to find Aster holding up a crossbow quarrel drenched in my blood.

Everybody about on the street was suddenly fleeing, except for the guy with the now-unloaded crossbow who had been taking shelter amid the crowd before they abandoned the scene. Apparently he wasnt quick enough on the uptake to follow suit. Okay, I had to give it to Biribo; crowds were a known weak point of his senses. If sobody was circulating aimlessly with a bunch of other people, the familiar wouldnt be able to tell what they were up to based on movents alone.

You shot , I said out loud, with a crossbow.

Eyes wide, he began scrabbling another quarrel from inside his coat with hands that were suddenly shaking.

You know what I am, I stated, striding toward him. You know what I can do. And still, you sohow decided that shooting with a crossbow was a winning move. How exactly did you co to this conclusion? Please explainbe thorough, and specific. I really want to understand the thought process behind this.

Okay, I was veering out of the Healer persona now. In my defense, I was good and mad.

The guy let out a choked sob as he fumbled his ammunition and it fell to the ground. W-wait! Im sorry! Dont

Immolate.

Down he went in a screaming column of fire.

Two enemies, behind and from the right! Biribo barked.

Aster was already moving, redeeming her failure to put her artifact armored body between and the crossbowman by sweeping her greatsword in a horizontal arc that the next guy failed to avoid, having been in the process of charging full tilt at with a sword. He fell in two pieces, one of them with enough intact lungs to scream.

The second was a bit farther behind, enough that he saw this go down and reassessed his priorities. He managed to skid to a stop barely a ter from , and probably would have turned to flee had I been in the mood to allow it.

Sparkspray! Windburst! Slishot!

He staggered backward from the sparks in his face, then was blown backward to impact the wall behind. The last spell was honestly just because I felt like being an asshole. The sli, a thing with about the mass and weight of a waterlon, nailed him right in the midsection, causing him to double over and slump to the pavent. Seeing this, I reconsidered my earlier assessnt that this was a nonlethal combat spell. At that range, at the speed at which it was firedwell, I guess it depended where it hit the target. This guy was clearly not breathing. He couldve just been winded, of course.

Funny how I felt neither curious nor at all bad about this.

Everything had gone right straight to shit. I was now at open hostilities with Lady Gray, which ant that every plan Id devised for getting the prostitutes of Cat Alley out of Gwyllthean without it being a straight up battle which would surely get a bunch of them killed, was now off the table. Almost two months of work, up in smoke.

Well, if there was no salvaging this anyway, may as well vent my frustration.

Two alleys ahead, right side, two targets, one with a crossbow.

Following Biribos indications, I beheld the pair of thugs leaning out, one taking aim at . I took him down with a Slishot which smashed him skull-first into the wall behind, causing a splatter of blood. The other one turned and fled at that.

Next alley after that, left side, four targets, about five strides deep in the alley!

I walked past it without turning to look, simply holding out my hand and peppering them with bullet-velocity slis as I went past.

And so it went. No one could get the drop on thanks to Biribo and the lack of crowd cover, and it didnt take long for them to recognize futility and stop trying. I left Lady Grays assembled street soldiers behind fleeing, dead, maid, Immolated, and in one case blind because I discovered that Heat Beams targeting was purely ntal and not connected to my pointing finger, which made it very simple to nail him right in the eyeball with a focused beam.

Well before I reached the mouth of the street, the remainder had given up and run from the sight of .

Okay, I think were in the clear, Biribo reported as we picked our way through the half-abandoned outskirts of the Gutters minutes later. Were still being shadowed, off to the left in the alleys, but its just Adelly from the brothel. Theres sobody up ahead whos moving in position to intercept us, but I think its Minifrit.

Thats fine, I said. I owe them an explanation anyway. And speaking of explanations?

Right! He wriggled out of my mask, the sensation making grimace, and buzzed along beside in the chilly night air. I had a feeling youd get that one, bosspeople Blessed with Wisdom whore musically inclined often do. Its an extension of the language-processing application of the Blessing! If you sing in a foreign language, and really put your intent and emotion in it, everybody who hears will be able to understand the words.

And that srizes them, sohow?

It only tends to. The actual magic is just in the translation effect; beyond that, its mostly just the combination of how weird it is to understand words youve never learned and the hypnotic nature of music itself. That wont work reliably, boss. It does nothing to people whore expecting it or prepared, like if theyve got ntal traininganybody else Blessed with Wisdom will already be used to that and wont fall for it. Keep in mind who did and didnt succumb back there: the onlookers were just waiting for a chance to leave and the thugs were just doing their job, but Minifrit and her girls were on high alert for a way outta that situation. They kept their wits and took advantage.

Mm. Sound unreliable, butstill potentially powerful. Hell, it sure made enough of a difference in a pinch.

It was sothing. My first extra Wisdom power. Between that and the fact that Lady Grays n were now universally terrified of , I guess the night hadnt been a complete waste. It did not feel like a win, though. My plans were in ruins and Minifrit and her girls had lost their inco and ho.

WellI did have a place prepared for them, after all.

Yeah, its definitely Minifrit up ahead, boss, Biribo reported. She, uh, doesnt seem happy.

No, she wouldnt, would she.

I continued in silence, Biribo ducking under my coat as we approached the spot hed indicated. The half-ruined buildings of the outlying Gutters made for countless excellent ambush points. This one I walked into voluntarily, because it consisted of nothing more deadly than Miss Minifrit stepping out from around a corner to plant herself in my path.

Well, the look in her eyes was fairly deadly, I supposed, even in the pale illumination of Epheral night.

I believe that is mine, the madam said icily.

Ah. Right. I was still carrying the guitar from her brothel. It hadnt felt right to just abandon it. I stepped forward, holding it out, and she snatched it from my grasp in an aggressive motion. Can you do anything with these? I added before she could escalate, pulling the docunts out of my coat and offering them as well.

She did not take them, but her eyes narrowed as she realized what I held. It depends. If theyre forgeries, they have no legal weight. If a judge was bribed to sign them, they still do, but it can be disputed. Not that I am in any position to do so. In either case, I cant go ho without imdiately becoming Lady Grays personal scratching post. Thanks to you.

I drew in a breath. Right. I

Miss Minifrit!

Biribo hadnt warned , so presumably the person who ca skittering around the corner was no threat. It was just Kastrin, with Adelly a step behind her, both looking panicked. We were followed! Its Cauth and his boys againtheyve got the rest of the girls cornered in the hiding spot!

Minifrit drew in a hissing breath, then pointed the stem of her pipe accusingly at . You. You will fix this.

Yes, maam, I agreed. Kastrin, where?

It was just a couple minutes dash away, in a disused warehouse from which shouts and screams were audible well before we reached it. I took the lead, flanked by Aster and Kastrin, with Adelly just behind and Minifrit wisely bringing up the rear.

The double loading doors at the front were half-broken to begin with and collapsed into fragnts when I impacted them with my shoulder. I burst into the chamber and conjured a Firelight, holding up the ball of fla to cast its flickering orange glow across the entire interior.

The won had been herded into one corner, but no one seed to have been hurt yet. At my entrance, Cauth and the boys turned to brandish weapons at .

But this ti, I had them all to myself out here. Behind my mask, I felt a truly malicious grin spring unbidden to my face.

Good evening, ladies and gentlen, I declaid, spreading my arms in greeting. Do you have a mont to talk about our lord and savior Virya?