Perfect Ruin

by Lauren DeStefano

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  He’s so certain I’ll get myself killed. I say nothing as I climb into the rickety makeshift lift. Judas tugs at one of the ropes, and as he pulls, we begin to ascend the tunnel in the earth.

  The light catches the freckles of sweat on his throat. “What was she about?” I say.

  He tugs at the rope with both hands. “Sorry?” he says.

  “You said murdering the king isn’t what Daphne was about,” I say. “What was she like, then?”

  He cants his head back, smiles ruefully at the darkness. “She was mad, for starters,” he says. “Everything she stood for revolved around that. ”

  I envy a dead girl for the look this boy gives her memory. “She must have been something to see,” I say.

  “She was going to do big things,” Judas says. He doesn’t sound at all sad about it. “I don’t have her spark, but I’ll have to do in her absence. ”

  “My friend Pen says Daphne’s essay was a bunch of whatnot. She says we need to keep our heads in the sky where they belong. ”

  “Your friend Pen is afraid,” he says.

  It’s hard to reconcile Pen being afraid of anything.

  Judas goes on pulling the rope. “What kind of a name is ‘Pen’ anyway?” he asks. “No way it’s on the naming list. ”

  There is a list of approved names that is specific about spelling. Because of that, it isn’t uncommon for people to adopt nicknames later on. There are no rules about those. “She doesn’t like her real name,” I say. “When we were in kinder year, there were three other Margarets in our class, and the instructor started calling her Pen because she always had coloring pens in her dress pockets. I suppose she preferred it after a while. ”

  I peer over the edge of the crate; it’s hard to see how high we are, and in the darkness I can just about see the metal slope of the bird. I can’t tell if it actually looks like a bird. “And anyway, she isn’t afraid,” I say. “She just has a lot of faith in the way things are. ”

  “That’s the way the king would like it, to be sure,” Judas says.

  “Why? If he’s so corrupt and he kills anyone who proves to be a nuisance, why wouldn’t he just let us go soaring down to the ground and die?”

  “Because he’s the most afraid,” Judas says. “He gets to play ruler over this floating rock and nobody challenges him. But if transport between Internment and the ground were easy, his ways would be challenged. He might be overthrown. You’re only proving that point. You already want him dead, and you’re just one person; imagine if everyone knew what he was doing. There’d be a riot. ”

  “There shouldn’t be a riot,” I say. “He should die quietly, and in pain. He should have someone he’s wronged standing in the doorway, watching to be sure he’s dead. That person should be the last thing he sees. ”

  “You know that his death will only mean the prince is crowned the next day,” Judas says. “I don’t believe he’ll be any better. ”

  “Then I’ll murder the prince, too. ”

  Judas makes a sound that could be a snicker, but by the time I hold the lantern to his face, his smirk is gone.

  We reach the top of the tunnel and Judas goes about tying the ropes to keep the rickety crate in place. “You know I’d be a horrible person if I let you go through with this,” he says. “Not to mention it’ll be my head when everyone realizes you’re gone. ”

  “How do I open this?” I fumble with the wooden door overhead. Judas undoes a series of elaborate and rusty latches. With a hard shove, he throws the door up into the blackness and I’m hit with the smell of ash and something else I can’t quite place.

  “After you,” he says cordially, taking the lantern from my fist.

  There’s a small ladder leading up to the opening, wobbly and rustier than the latches were. Flecks of copper dirt crumble under my feet. I’m still wearing my uniform, right down to the polished black shoes.

  “Careful not to slip on the mold,” Judas says, climbing up behind me. “All the moisture underground makes for unpleasantness. A lot of people think our lakes are replenished by the sky god, but spend some time underground and you’ll come to favor the theory that we absorb water from the clouds. ”

  Absorbing water from the clouds would make more sense than believing our lakes are a gift from the sky god. But when presented with the evidence, I see how much more terrifying it is to think we’re on our own.

  I cough on the ashes and crawl onto the gritty ground. I’m back on the surface of Internment, but I don’t know where. I can’t see a thing because Judas has blown out the lantern.

  “What’d you do that for?” I say.

  “We can’t let anyone know we’re here,” Judas says. “It’ll look suspicious, a light escaping through the cracks. ”

  I’m about to ask where we are, but then I can identify that other smell beneath all the ashes. It used to fill my brother’s apartment whenever Alice was in the room. Flowers.

  “We’re in the flower shop,” I gasp.

  “Or what used to be the flower shop,” Judas says. “The king didn’t know exactly what we were up to, thankfully. But he knew we met here. He had the place burned down as a message to us, I’m sure. ”

  Amy’s face when I chased her down the street and she saw the fire takes on a whole new meaning now.

  The train speeds by, and as the ground rumbles, I drop to my knees, fingertips dusting wilted petals and stems.

  “This is home,” I say to them.

  “Look. Morgan. ” There’s a rustling noise as Judas crouches beside me. “I don’t know you very well, but based on our previous exchanges, you seem pretty … not stupid. ”

  “I know I can’t kill the king,” I finally admit. “Thank you for letting me have the illusion as long as you did. ”

  “No assassinations,” he says. “And you know that you can’t return home. So, short of that, what are you really after?”

  “A message,” I say.

  “A message?”

  “For Pen. Just to let her know that I’m okay. I could write something in our cavern with a rock; it could be as cryptic as it needs to be—she’ll know I was there. ”

  Judas hesitates. “It’s dangerous. ”

  “She would do it for me,” I say. “She’d never leave without a good-bye. And don’t tell me it isn’t possible to sneak out there. You’ve had patrolmen looking for you for a long time and you’ve snuck around plenty. ”

  “I’m not saying it isn’t possible,” he says. “But it’s not safe. ”

  “Lead the way,” I say. “If I get caught, leave me behind. ”

  “You don’t believe I’ll leave you behind,” he says.

  “Don’t tell me what I believe,” I say, standing. “You have no idea. ”

  I think I hear a laugh on his breath as he moves past me.

  “We can’t use the front door,” he says. “But there’s a board that we can pry away from this window. It’s brittle, so be careful not to break it. We have to put it back exactly. ”

  He pries the board away from the window frame, and there’s the light of the half-moon spilling into the alleyway. “After you,” he says, whispering now. “But be quiet about it. I don’t know where the patrolmen are. ”

  We aren’t very far from my apartment, and I know this section very well, but that doesn’t stop it from feeling different now. I suppose I was hoping that I could get to the surface and it would all be like before. If I were to leave the alleyway and look to the right, I’d see the lights from my building and force myself not to think of my parents.

  I would be a minute’s walking distance from the train that would take me there.

  But I don’t look for my building. I make no movement toward the train. I watch Judas climb out beside me and secure the board back in place. He turns to me, a finger over his lips, then cants his head in the direction of the shadows beyond the street lanterns.

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bsp; I follow him. Our footsteps are more silent than I would have thought possible.

  I try not to pay attention to the cobbles, or the smell of the grass, or the chill in the air that always leads me to think it must be dusting on the ground. But I can’t stop myself from thinking of how that frozen dust must look. Does it melt at the warm touch of human skin? The world must be so ethereal, all its cracked walkways and worn buildings covered by perfect white.

  Judas moves expertly between the trees, and I do my best to follow in his footsteps. My brother said that some of the patrolmen were part of this secret plan to leave Internment, and now I wonder if the reason Judas hasn’t been caught is because there are patrolmen on his side.

  “What do we call this?” I whisper.

  “Call what?” Judas says.

  “This—plan. To leave Internment. Is it treason?”

  He doesn’t stop walking, all stealth, but he looks back. His lips are chapped and deep red when he smiles. “It’s a rebellion. ”

  I don’t understand why my heart leaps onto my tongue. It’s more than that mere word causing my skin to prickle, my cheeks to go warm. It’s the way he said it. It’s him, moving in the darkness, something pulling me to follow.

  He stops walking and holds out his hand to keep me from taking another step. We’re in sight of the cavern now, and I can see a figure kneeling at its mouth, head in hands.

  “There’s someone,” he whispers.

  “Pen!”

  He tries to keep me from going forward, but I push past him, and by the time she’s turned her head, Judas has disappeared into the shadows.

  “Morgan? Morgan!” She runs and doesn’t stop until she’s crashed into me and I’m toppling backward. Her tears are smeared onto my face when her cheek brushes mine.

  “Pen?” I say. She’s sobbing, gripping at the back of my shirt. “Breathe,” I say. “You’re scaring me. ”

  “You—” She chokes on a sob and draws back. “You’re scared? What a thing to say. You had me thinking you were dead. ” She claps her hands against my cheeks, staring through the darkness, making sure it’s really me. Her eyes reach mine and she loses what little composure she mustered, and she pulls me to her chest.

  I’ve never seen her this way. Wouldn’t have thought it possible.

  “Don’t cry, silly girl,” I say. “I’m right here. ”

  I bring her to sit at the mouth of the cavern with me, and after many quivering breaths, she tells me what happened. With all the sorrow and the chaos after the university student’s death, the pharmacy was overflowing with orders for elixirs to calm the nerves. They were ill prepared for so much action, and some batches were improperly measured. At least a dozen deaths were reported from a tainted batch, my family among them. Lex, Alice, my parents—all of us.