Wild Cards VIII: One-Eyed Jacks
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Warlock shook his head and Kien laughed and laughed.
Cunningham turned to face him. “You were dead. I thought you were dead—” he started, but Kien held up his hand, stopping him.
“No excuses. No lies. I have flushed out a traitor, but find myself trapped in an old, badly abused body. I think,” he said, looking hard at Cunningham, “that I would like to trade it in on a younger model.”
“No!” Cunningham screamed. He tried to fade and run, but he heard high, tittering laughter from Blaise and a hand of cold metal clamped down on his naked brain. The room spun and he was somewhere else. His legs were young and strong, but everything was whirling about, making him dizzy and nauseated, and he couldn’t get them to work. His perspective shifted again almost immediately and he fell against the candy counter. He bounced, hit the floor, and started to crawl away, but his body was old and tired and his head was swimming and confused.
He heard faraway laughter, and an eager young voice said, “Let me!”
Someone turned him over and he saw blazing red hair and a young, horrible grin, but most of all he saw a huge gun barrel pointing right at his face.
He closed his eyes and tried to speak, but no words would come. He may have heard the horribly loud, terribly frightening explosion.
But that was all.
Nobody Gets Out Alive
by Walton Simons
JERRY STOOD ACROSS THE street from Latham’s apartment building. A cool wind stirred up the dry leaves around his feet. The late-September heat had given way, at least temporarily, to the first cold snap of the season. He was dressed in a maintenance man’s outfit. The steel blue .38 was tucked away in his work box, along with a few other things. He was as ready as he was going to get. He waited for the light to turn and walked across the street.
He showed the doorman a fake work order he’d manufactured. The doorman was more bored than suspicious and let him in. Jerry walked quickly to the far elevator and put an OUT OF ORDER sign over the button, then pushed the button and stepped into the waiting car. Latham, naturally enough, had the penthouse apartment. Of the two cars, this was one that went all the way to the top. One of the things Jerry had learned about in the last month was how elevators worked. He opened the control panel and set the car to go all the way up. His knees almost gave way as the elevator started. Jerry made his features and skin tone Asian. He pulled his change of clothes from his work box. It was mostly leather. The finishing touch was a fake Immaculate Egrets jacket. He’d had it made from the videotape he’d gotten from Ichiko. Once fully dressed, he tucked the gun into his jacket. The car stopped. Jerry clipped one of the wires. For now, the elevator was going nowhere. He could rig a bypass in a hurry if it came to that.
Jerry stepped out and walked to Latham’s door. He fingered the lock and let himself in, closing the door softly behind him. The penthouse was quiet. Except for a light in what appeared to be the bedroom, it was dark as well. Jerry took a deep breath, padded across the carpeted floor to the lighted doorway, and stepped in.
Latham was lying naked on the bed. His body was covered with sweat and his hair was a tousled mess. The sheets were knotted on the floor with a red robe. Latham looked lost in a moment of private satisfaction. He glanced up and saw Jerry-the-Egret. His narrow smile slipped.
“Who sent you? How the hell did you get in?” Latham’s voice lacked the assurance Jerry was used to hearing.
Jerry pulled the .38, but didn’t point it. “I’ll ask the questions. Tell me about the jumpers.” He had to have the truth before he could shoot Latham. He wouldn’t be able to deal with killing him otherwise.
A young naked woman stepped out of the bathroom. It was the bald-headed girl. She had powerful, well-defined muscles, almost to the point of being unattractive, and bikini-waxed blond pubic hair. Jerry leveled the gun at her chest. He’d been watching for two hours and hadn’t seen her go in. He didn’t know if he could kill a girl. Even if she did have a part in Kenneth’s death.
“He made us,” she said. “All of us. With that.” She sat on the bed, bent over, and kissed Latham’s flaccid penis. It twitched under her tongue.
“Not just yet, Zelda. Business first.” Latham put his hand under Zelda’s chin and pointed her face at Jerry.
Jerry felt something that might have been pain if it had lasted more than a few seconds. His vision blurred for an instant. When it cleared, he was looking down at Latham’s penis. There was a pleasant warmth between his legs, like nothing he’d ever felt before. He tried to sit up, but his body felt heavy and clumsy. A hand grabbed him and pulled his head back.
There was an Egret in the doorway pointing a gun at him. Jerry felt his hands being twisted behind his back. Cold metal surrounded his wrists, and he heard twin clicks. He opened his mouth to speak, but it was his Egret body that screamed.
The Asian face began to melt and flow. The Egret tore at the satin jacket and shirt, exposing his chest. Breasts began to form there. Jerry’s pirated body closed its eyes and screamed again. He felt another moment of vertigo and found himself staring at Latham and a handcuffed Zelda. She was still screaming. The lawyer pushed her off the bed. Jerry brought his body under control and squeezed his trigger finger, but Zelda had dropped the gun. He ran.
He dove into the elevator and pulled a bypass from his work box. It slipped from his sweaty fingers. He picked it up and clipped it into place, then punched the ground floor. He looked up. Latham had the gun pointed at him. Jerry dove to one side and heard the shot at the same time. The bullet tore into the car wall behind him. The doors closed and it started down.
Jerry changed his clothes and appearance back to the maintenance worker. His insides tingled and his skin was cold. He straightened himself and took several deep breaths. It didn’t help. He was still shaking when the elevator doors opened on the ground floor. He walked in measured steps across the lobby and out into the cool New York night.
He stopped at a bar near his apartment and ordered a double. He figured he needed it. Jerry knew he’d been lucky. He hadn’t counted on Zelda being there. But she hadn’t counted on not being able to control his shape-changing ability. Jerry was so used to it himself that he didn’t have to think about it anymore. Without that, he’d have wound up like Kenneth and the rest. Latham probably wouldn’t figure out exactly what happened, but he’d damn sure be paranoid from now on. That would make him even harder to get to.
“Have another?” The bartender looked down at Jerry’s empty glass.
“Why not?” Jerry slammed the whiskey down before the glass could make a ring on the polished wood bar.
He sat down next to the grave and tossed pebbles into the newly cut grass. He didn’t look at Kenneth’s headstone. It made talking to his dead brother seem more stupid than it already was.
“Sorry, I screwed up again,” Jerry said quietly. “I don’t know what to do now. Got any ideas?”
The wind gusted in the treetops, tearing loose leaves with a whistling clatter. He heard a car pull up down the hill. A car door shut. He turned. Beth was walking slowly up the hill. She waved from below the shoulder. It looked like it took all her strength. Jerry stood and started down to meet her. When he reached her, they hugged silently.
“You didn’t answer at home or at the apartment, so I figured you might be here.” The wind whipped her hair into her face; she pushed it back and held it.
“I wish I’d known you were coming. I’d have done something special,” Jerry said.
“I’m not up to anything special right now.” She shivered. “I’m not up to staying at the house yet, either. Can we go to your apartment?”
Jerry blinked and opened his mouth, but said nothing.
“It’s not that,” Beth said. “I just want to be with somebody who cares about me. I just want to be held.”
Jerry nodded, both disappointed and relieved. She’d given him a big compliment if he was willing to see it that way. “Let’s go,” he said.
Jerry did his best t
o clean up the apartment while Beth unpacked her luggage. He tossed all the dirty clothes in the hamper and stacked his film magazines and books at right angles. Beth opened a drawer and giggled, then held up a pair of crotchless, tiger-print panties. “What’s this?”
Jerry covered his mouth for a moment, then recovered. “Relics of a bygone age.” He sighed, remembering. “Veronica.”
Beth set them back into the drawer. “Did you really love her?”
“I thought I did. I obsessed about her. I wanted to make her happy. I damn sure wanted to fuck her.” He shrugged. “I’ve learned just enough about love to be very confused about it. Maybe I’ve got ape residue in that part of me, or something.”
Beth smiled. “I think that part of you is fine. You just don’t know what to do with it.”
“Neither does anybody else, apparently. I haven’t had a date in months.” Jerry sat down on the couch. He and Veronica had used it often. He tried not to think about that.
“Give it time.” Beth sat down on the edge of the bed and shook her head. “Way to go, Beth. Say one thing and do another.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Well, when I was in Chicago, I spent some time with an old boyfriend and we wound up in bed together. I think he was just trying to make me feel better.” She bit on an already ragged fingernail. “I knew it wouldn’t help, but I guess I had to prove it to myself anyway. The sex was nice, but it really didn’t matter. When it was over, Kenneth was still gone. And I’ll never get him back.”
Jerry got up quickly and walked over to her, but she was already crying. He didn’t want to start himself. He wanted to be strong for her. “I wish…” There was nothing he could say that would comfort her, and he knew it.
Beth leaned into him and held on tight. He could feel the warmth of her tears through his shirt. “There are some things you can’t really share, and I have to sweat out the worst of this on my own. But, Jesus, I’m glad you’re here.”
Jerry held her for a few minutes, stroking her hair, not saying anything. She stopped crying and looked up at him with puffy eyes.
“You want a Coke, or something?” He needed something himself, but wasn’t going to drink in front of her.
“No.” Beth pulled away from him, picked up her overnight bag, and headed into the bathroom. “I just need to go to bed. It’s been a long day.”
“It’s been a long year,” he said. “And I could use some sleep, too.”
Jerry told her his entire supply of stupid jokes before they got into bed. He was tense and wanted to defuse the situation if he could. It had been months, since Fantasy, since he’d actually been in bed with a woman.
Beth turned out the lights and curled up facing away from him. She pulled his arm around her and kissed him lightly on the back of the hand.
“I love you a lot, Jerry.”
“I love you, too, sis.” She’d never felt more like family to him than now.
Beth slipped into sleep quickly. Jerry had tried for hours, but just couldn’t manage to relax. His penis had gotten hard a couple of times, but he clamped down on it with his legs until it calmed back down.
Finally, he went to the bathroom for a couple of sleeping pills. He washed them down with a drink of water and looked at himself in the mirror. His face was the same. It hadn’t shown a day of age since Tachyon saved him from apehood. He felt changed, though. Felt like he finally had something to offer people, like his affection and caring made a difference to them. Maybe this was what growing up was.
He resisted the temptation to change his face to Bogart’s and said, “Here’s looking at you, kid.” He flipped off the light and went back to bed.
He settled carefully in between the sheets. Beth moaned and jerked her free arm. Jerry took her gently by the wrist and pulled it down to her side, then kissed her on the back of the neck. She quieted and her breathing became even again. He looked outside. The sky was turning dull red behind the curtains. He hadn’t realized it was that late. Jerry pressed his body close to Beth, closed his eyes, and gave sleep another try.
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Contents
Title Page
Copyright Notice
Dedication
Nobody’s Girl
Luck Be a Lady
Nobody Knows Me Like My Baby
The Tower of Gold and Amber
Horses
Mr. Nobody Goes to Town
Snow Dragon
Nobody Knows the Trouble I’ve Seen
Nowadays Clancy Can’t Even Sing
You’re Nobody Till Somebody Loves You
A Broken Thread in a Dark Room
“Nobody’s Fool”
Sixteen Candles
My Name Is Nobody
The Devil’s Triangle
Nobody’s Home
Dead Heart Beating
Nobody Gets Out Alive
The Wild Cards Universe
About the Editor
Copyright Acknowledgments
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Copyright Acknowledgments
“Luck Be a Lady” copyright © 1991 by Chris Claremont
“The Tower of Gold and Amber” copyright © 2018 by Kevin Andrew Murphy
“Horses” copyright © 1991 by Lewis Shiner
“Snow Dragon” copyright © 1991 by William F. Wu
“Nowadays Clancy Can’t Even Sing” copyright © 1991 by Victor Milán
“A Broken Thread in a Dark Room” copyright © 2018 by Carrie Vaughn
“Sixteen Candles” copyright © 1991 by Stephen Leigh
“The Devil’s Triangle” copyright © 1991 by Melinda M. Snodgrass
“Dead Heart Beating” copyright © 1991 by John Jos. Miller
“Nobody’s Girl,” “Nobody Knows Me Like My Baby,” “Mr. Nobody Goes to Town,” “Nobody Knows the Trouble I’ve Seen,” “You’re Nobody Till Somebody Loves You,” “Nobody’s Fool,” “My Name Is Nobody,” “Nobody’s Home,” and “Nobody Gets Out Alive” copyright © 1991 by Walton Simons
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rs’ imaginations or are used fictitiously.
WILD CARDS VIII: ONE-EYED JACKS
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