Chapter 93: Stone Cold

Chapter 93: Stone Cold

Despite my general poor attitude towards women, especially those around my own age, I dont see females as inferior to males. In some cases, they are superior.

Men have a history of abusing women. Of taking advantage of them and forcing them to do things they dont want to. But women have their own way of righting the balance. They may not be stronger or faster or be able to park cars in a perfectly reasonable parking space, but one thing is certainly to their advantage: they made us. And creators know their creations better than anyone.

The relationship between men and older womennot just their own mothers, but all mothersis a complicated one. Doesnt matter if its a loving, adoring mother or a cruel, vindictive one. You cant treat them however you want. You cant say, Look, old woman, this is how it is and if you dont like it, scram. Try it. Enjoy the utter devastation as your psyche implodes from a simple look of disappointment.

The women marching towards us were of all different ages. Some carried babies. Some dragged toddlers behind them. Most were of an age where doing your hair and makeup before you go out was not so much of a priority. Am I saying some women let themselves go once theyre married and have kids? Of course not, I would never say something like that.

Corporal Ween and his goons watched with baffled looks as the women formed a circle around them. I had sent Little Chicken to gather the mens families, but there were far too many women here. There had to be at least a hundred. They surrounded Ween and his men and pinned them down with very harsh glaringa surprisingly effective containment technique. I could feel my balls shrinking and they werent even looking at me.

A figure stepped out from the crowd. She was probably the smallest woman there, definitely the oldest. Her hair was pure white and her face was heavy with wrinkles. A large mole sat on the side of her nose daring you to mention it. Her back was hunched and she hobbled forward using a crooked branch as a walking stick.

What do you think youre doing, Ween? She had the voice of a forty-a-day smoker.

Mama Ivy, Im just doing my job. You all, you need to get back to your homes. You cant be interfering with me performing my duties. I think he was trying to make it sound like a threat, but it came out more like a nervous plea.

Your duty, is it? Your duty to take these boys away from their families? I see, I see. And what about their duty to provide for their kin. How will they put food on the table if theyre off fighting ogres and goblins and what have you?

Thats thats not my concern. Were fighting a war. There wont be any tables to put food on if the monsters arent stopped. He turned away from Granny Grimface and appealed to the crowd. You... you should be proud of your boys for protecting this city. This city is your home. We need to fight to safeguard our home.

Oh, Ween, said Mama Ivy. She seemed very tired and frail, barely managing to stay upright as she bent down, tottering with one hand gripping the stick, the leathery texture of her fingers almost matching the gnarled wood, to pick up a fist-sized rock lying on the ground. Were more than capable of protecting our home. Especially from men like you.

A common insult among guys is to accuse one another of throwing like a girl. It is, of course, unfair to label all womankind as terrible throwers. Its a way of suppressing an entire gender with casual jokes and put-downs and in that regard, its quite effective. Confidence greatly affects performance. Id guess Mama Ivy had never been too bothered by mean words.

She didnt throw like a girl. She didnt even throw like a boy. She threw like a pitcher in the MLB. Once the rock left her hand, I didnt see it again until it bounced off Weens forehead.

He staggered backwards, his eye darting around like he couldnt tell where the blow had come from. He reached up and touched the blood pouring from the nasty gash.

The women all suddenly had rocks in their hands. Even the children, those who were big enough, had stones gripped in their tiny fists.

Can we go now?

Yes, I said.

We walked through the empty, early morning streets.

I dont know why you wanted to watch that. Probably give me nightmares.

Good, I said. It should give you nightmares. That all happened because of you.

She stopped. Thats not very fair. Its not like the alternative outcome was any better. People would have died either way. At least the ones who suffered deserved it.

And youre fine with that, are you? You get to decide who lives and dies?

Im not the one who summoned Liliths Army of the Damned.

Dont try to shift the blame onto me, I said. Youre the one who stood on a table and started this. And I dont give a shit about those guys lying back there. Youre right, they got what they deserved. But what about all those people you turned into killers today. Just because you had no idea what would happen, doesnt mean you arent responsible. Do you think theyll walk away from this unchanged? You think those kids throwing stones wont be affected?

Jenny looked down at the ground. If you start thinking about all the possible outcomes like that, youll go mad.

Yes, its a lot easier if you dont think about it. Dont imagine that one of those kids will grow up, get married and then beat his wife to death when he finds out she slept with someone else because when he was a little boy, he learned that was how you got justice. Well, I do think about it. Its all I ever fucking think about.

I had got quite worked up and had to take a moment to collect myself.

Every time I do something horrible to save my own neck, thats what fills my mind. All the horrible possibilities Ive created. The rest of you can go to sleep every night dreaming about rainbows and unicorns and whether youll get to see a flying horse tomorrow. I pointed back the way wed come. At the bodies in the street. Thats what I dream about.

Jenny took a step closer to me and reached out to grab my still-pointing arm. She gently pulled it back down.

There is no right answer, Colin. There is no outcome where everyone walks away with a prize. All options are bad. All we can do is choose which is least terrible, because thats what life is. You cant choose options you arent given. I understand what happened today was because of me. Those dead men probably had wives and children, too. But I would still make the same call, because out of all the possible horrible choices I think it was the best one. And yes, its much easier to get involved when you dont have to see the consequences, but it makes no difference. When I lie in my bed Im not going to be thinking about the men who died, because what good would it do? You know what Im going to dream about? Im going to dream about flying horses, because now that youve put the thought in my head, I cant stop thinking about it. Can we go and have some breakfast?

She didnt wait for an answer, she let go of my wrist and walked away from me. I stood watching her for a bit, and then I followed.