Chapter Eighteen Continued
‘But he’s hurting me…Drake…please? Look, I hate Fenrik too-’
Drake scoffed. ‘You’ve been working with him-’
‘No, no. It’s not like that. He made me Drake.’ Tears began to stream down Funestus’ face, his eyes pleading, ‘Please let me go. We can work together, kill him, I’ll do anything! You can have anything.’
‘I’m not working with you,’ spat Drake, ‘but you can do something for me.’
‘Why did you come here?’
‘To get The Emerald Key for Fenrik…aah! Tell it to stop, it’s hurting,’ screamed Funestus as Falkor’s claws squeezed his body.
‘Tell the truth Funestus or Falkor will break you in two.’
‘I wanted the Book,’ said Funestus between gulps of air, ‘to get my revenge on that filthy demon-lover.’
‘Fenrik?’ asked Drake, his eyes narrowing as he moved in closer.
‘Yes,’ said Funestus through the torrent of tears pouring down his face, ‘I’m human. I have no magickal powers. He’s been using it against me so that I will do whatever he wants. The Book was my way out-’
‘And Fenrik, what does he want the Book for?’
‘He’s going to put the Book back together, to rule the world with its words,’ sobbed Funestus. ’He plans to conjure up the Fiery-death from the bowels of Hell to destroy Devilsgate.’
‘Why would he do that?’ asked Willow, speaking now for the first time since Funestus had come to.
‘Because it would get rid of all the humans in one fell swoop-’
‘Then from the ashes, he can rebuild the City and make it pure,’ spat Drake.
‘Exactly,’ said Funestus nodding his head wildly. ‘And he would be the supreme ruler. You see now why I have to have that Book? Why I’ve worked for him all this time so that I can thwart his plans?’
Drake stood up, sure from Falkor’s reactions that Funestus had been, for the most part, telling the truth. ’Okay, let him go.’
Falkor yawned and relinquished his hold on Funestus. He hobbled away to munch on a patch of spiky brown grass.
‘Okay,’ said Drake helping Funestus to stand up. He took in the deep wrinkles on his face, the black and red blotches around his eyes and the wet patch on his trousers. The guy had aged greatly in the space of a few days. He almost felt sorry for him. ‘Why Willow and Gizmo, why not ask the dwarves to help you?’
‘The dwarves?’ asked Funestus, ‘Look at them, they’re useless, they couldn’t even intercept the Hand of Glory! And besides, they’re Fenrik’s men through and through. What other options had I got? I needed to find The Emerald Key before Fenrik did, and when I heard you were back in town, my plan fell into place. After hearing about your history with Fenrik and with Willow, you were the perfect Faery for the job-’
‘You used me and Gizmo to get to Drake?’ asked Willow. Oh my God! Drake, I’m so sorry!’ She glared at Funestus. ‘You didn’t care about us or the Lost Souls at all!’
Funestus nodded feebly. ‘I knew you and Gizmo could never get the book on your own, it was the only way-’
And I fell for it, thought Drake. Of all the stupid, stupid things to do! Fenrik, I’m coming for you, you son of a – Drake looked at Funestus and sighed, ‘Okay, this is what’s going to happen; You’re free to go-’
‘Oh thank you!’ said Funestus. Drake could feel Funestus’ hands trembling as they grasped weakly at his shoulders.
‘But you’re going back to Fenrik-’
‘No!’ Funestus’s shoulders slumped, the trembling in his arms turned into tremors.
‘And you’re not taking The Emerald Key-’
Funestus dived for The Key lying on the grass, but Drake was too quick, pushing Funestus out of the way and on to his knees where he stayed, tears pouring down his face.
‘Drake, come on, enough now. Look at him,’ said Willow.
‘No. I want Fenrik,’ he spat, clasping the book to his chest, ‘and he’s going to help me get him.’
‘And we can do it together, please!’ sobbed Funestus, grabbing onto Drake’s legs. ‘Kill Fenrik, I’ll give you everything, you can have the power held within The Key!’
‘I don‘t want the Book‘s power,’ said Drake kicking Funestus away, his face screwed up in disgust. ‘You’re going back to Fenrik and you’re going to tell him if he wants the book he’ll have to meet me at the warehouse at 10 pm.’
‘No…don’t make me…Drake?’
‘Don’t worry, ’ sneered Drake, ’I’m sure he’ll treat you in a way you deserve.’
‘Drake!’ exclaimed Willow.
Drake turned and shrugged as Funestus crumpled to the floor sobbing uncontrollably. ’Please, don’t send me back to him. He’ll kill me, please!’