My slick hand slips-
I plunge, regaining my grip on the gnarled handrail at the last moment and stopping myself from being impaled on a protruding rivet. Then I’m penduluming back and forth on protesting metal, one second over freezing ocean, the next over jagged steel, over and over, as if it’s fate that’s lost its Trial and now has to decide which manner of death I deserve.
At least I’ve bought some time, and maybe even narrowed the gap between Ophelia and myself.
Snap!
The bar I’m clinging to breaks free of its fasteners.
As I drop, I swing, arcing into the latticework opposite the collapsed staircase.
Then I’m tangled in its metal strands, which resemble a huge web. I look up. The crossed metal beams run parallel to where the staircase used to be, extending all the way to the top of the Lady’s head. The open space between each diagonal strip is only a few feet wide, well-suited for hand and foot holds.
This could work. But it’s not like I have a real choice.
Wasting no more time, I spider up its length. Even though I tug at each bar before I pull on it or trust it with my entire weight, I try to move fast and not linger too long on any one section, just in case.
As I skitter the rest of the way up the makeshift ladder, two thoughts tussle in my brain.
The higher I climb, the closer I’m getting to Cole …
And Ophelia’s even more unsettling when she’s nowhere to be seen …
I reach the top and slide onto the platform that used to connect to the spiral staircase.
My heart drumrolls in my chest.
Gasping breaths burst from my lips.
“Cole! I’m here! I’ve come for you, buddy!”
Only the sound of my own voice replies, its echoes distorted by the mocking wind.
Before me, there’s a series of panoramic windows spanning maybe fifteen feet. If there once was glass, it’s long gone now. The row of windows looks like a crescent moon collapsed on its side, the ends pointing downward like a frown. Black clouds like billowing smoke stream past these open frames, along with the chilly wind that whips through my hair and weeps into my ears.
Based on the size and shape of the room, this must be the Lady’s crown I’m standing in. Whoever built this place must have designed it so that its people could come up here and gaze at the wonder of the city.
My fingers latch onto one of the curved support beams and I pull myself to my feet, staggering toward the center window.
There’s nothing to be seen outside now except an all-consuming darkness that’s plucked the stars out of the sky and swallowed them whole. Lightning flickers in the sky, reflecting on the choppy sea below. Then there’s a low rumble, as if the night’s growling a warning. The air up here feels like icy teeth biting into my skin.
Another flash of lightning turns the dark into brief day. A deafening clatter of thunder rattles my body. I back away from the window frames. As much as I rub my shoulders, I can’t shake the tremors.
As soon as the rumble subsides, I can hear the sound of breathing directly behind me and I spin-
Crack!
“Ah!” A volcano erupts against my ribs. The impact sends me reeling across the room. It’s as if my side’s on fire. I clutch the wound, fresh waves of pain slicing through me. I feel like I’m going to be sick. Every breath I take is torture. When I’m finally able to open my eyes, it’s like looking through a rain-soaked pane.
Ophelia’s wielding a broken pipe-which she just used to shattered my ribs-like a club.
Another lash of thunder. I flinch.
She steps closer.
There’s a blur of metal. I try to roll out of the way-
Whack!
My kneecap explodes in agony.
Lightning and thunder struggle to overtake each other, striking faster and louder.
Somehow, I’m able to use my arms to drag my body backward, never taking my blurry eyes off her. Soon, the cold steel of rivets digs into my back. I’m backed into a corner with nowhere to run … even if I could.
Rain pelts the window frames like bullets, spraying the interior of the crown with an icy mist.
Ophelia’s shadow drapes over me like a burial cloth. She raises the pipe high overhead-in direct trajectory to my skull.
I raise my palm. “Ophelia … please … ”
She snarls. Drool seeps from her parted lips, scalding my frosted cheek. She slams the pipe down like a mallet, but before it connects, I smash the toe of my boot into her shin as hard as I can.
She shrieks and drops the pipe, falling to her knees. It starts to roll and I lunge for it, my fingers grazing the tip. But she pounces on top of me, her weight grinding my fractured ribs against the hard floor as she knots her fingers in my hair and whips my head back.
“I … hate … you,” she growls into my ear.
Then she slams my face against the floor, pulls it back, and slams it again. Warmth trickles down my forehead … the room spins …
She pulls my head back a third time-
My fingers wrap around the rain-spattered pipe.
Clutching it as tight as I’m able, I swing it backward, jabbing it into whatever part of her I can reach.
Her body spasms against mine, crushing me harder against the floor. I squirm out from underneath her.
Pressing against another support column, I grab it and haul myself to my feet, teeth grinding into my lips against the throbbing pain. I stagger to the far corner of the room, away from Ophelia and toward the farthest window, hoping that the torrential rains and frigid air will help revive me.
But Ophelia’s unrelenting. Hands twisted into claws, teeth bared, she charges. The collision sends me reeling backward-through the open window.
My stomach lurches into my throat. Instinctively, I grab onto her and pull her with me-
Then we both free-fall into space.
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My body slams into ridges of hard stone, much sooner than I would have imagined.
The jolt sends currents of pain sizzling into my knee and ribs, made worse by the deadweight of Ophelia’s body, still straddling mine.
Our fall was broken by the crook between the Lady’s neck and right shoulder. Through the pall of rain, I can make out the stone robes draping halfway down her upraised arm, which rises about forty feet above us, clutching the torch.
The wind is fierce, buffeting my body with sharp blows, and the rain stings like a lash. If it weren’t for Ophelia’s weight anchoring me to the spot, I’d have toppled over to my death.
The sheer terror numbs my pain. I’m petrified, unable to move a fraction of an inch and risk rolling over.
There’s nowhere to go …
Ophelia’s eyes flutter open. She looks dazed at first, as if she’s woken up from a dream and isn’t sure where she slept. She lifts her head. Rain spatters her cheeks and she rubs it away. “Where-”
A gasp bursts from her lips.
Her eyes open wide and flit about. When they settle on me, it’s like flint igniting fuel.
“You’re trying to kill me too! ” The sound of her voice barely carries over the roaring storm. Her face contorts into a hateful mask. Hands clamp around my throat, squeezing.
My own hands lock onto her forearms, trying to rip her grip loose.
She squeezes even tighter …
Everything grows impossibly darker … and then the stars finally appear … bleeding through the sky … but I know it’s really the lack of oxygen … shutting me down … killing me …
No.
Releasing her arms, I ball my hands into fists and pummel her face with as much strength as I can muster.
When she lets go of me to shield herself, her body rolls halfway off me and I squeeze out from under her. She gropes for me but slips on the slick stone, hooking her hands around one of the robe’s folds. The powerful air currents rock her body.
For a second it looks like she’s going to topple over.
But she re
gains her balance and crawls back over. “I should have finished you off earlier. Tycho, too.” She leers at me. “But he wanted me to watch you, keep you two alive so you could feel the pain of losing each other in the end. And now that Tycho’s gone, there’s no reason to keep you around any longer.”
“What are you talking about? Who wanted you to spy-?”
Her eyes are glass. “Prefect Thorn. He wanted to teach you two a lesson … make you suffer … he made a bargain with my mother and me … ”
I nod numbly. “He’d help you win in exchange for you being his spy, making sure nothing happened to us during training. Planting a camera on us so he’d have his little footage for the Graduation Ceremony.”
She smirks. “All I care about is my sister. And my Mama. She’d still be alive if you and Tycho hadn’t plotted-”
“Don’t you see?” I burst out. “He’s manipulating you. Just like he tried to do with Digory and me. Right after our last Trial, he showed up and offered me a free pass to get here first and beat you. Since I didn’t take it, he’s using you to get his revenge. He doesn’t care about any of us. We’re all just pawns in his own sick games.”
She shakes her head. “You’re lying!”
She pounces-
Instinct blots out the fear. I kick out, booting her in the face. She slams back against one of the stone ripples. Blood seeps from her nostrils.
She glares at me and keeps on coming …
Ignoring the agony in my side, I move the only way I can … away from her … forward.
When I drop to a crawling position, my knees hit the stone and I scream out in anguish, my voice blending with the moaning wind that’s determined to drag me away to my doom. Hand over hand, I haul myself up the steep incline of the Lady’s arm, using the stone mounds of gathered cloth as steep stairs. Rain stings my eyes, making it almost impossible to see, which probably keeps me from focusing too much on just how high up I really am.
Through the howling winds, I can swear I hear her breaths … the sounds of her boots digging into the stone … getting closer … closer …
I climb the last ridge, now hugging the bare stone arm, clinging to its slick, smooth surface for dear life.
Dead end. I’m trapped.
My face presses against the thin flesh of the Lady’s inner elbow, inhaling the pungent aroma of copper and mossy stone.
All those nights I told Cole the story of the Lady, I never realized I was describing the place I would die.
Then, I notice a thin slit of light visible between the panels of skin. I press on one of them, and it buckles.
The rotted panel crashes inward-
I lose my balance and my upper body wedges through the twisted metal, into the statue’s arm. As startled as I am, it doesn’t compare to the shock of what I see.
Hidden inside is a rusted ladder, extending up the entire length of the arm.
Up toward the torch.
That’s where Cole is.
My upper body squeezes through. Pain rips through my fractured rib. I bite down against the tears and seize the nearest ladder rung with both hands.
Ophelia’s hand clamps around my ankle. Her giggles turn into a howl that rivals the storm winds. The sound of splintering stone pierces through the horrific yowl. Her eyes bulge.
I turn just in time to see the stone ledge she’s perched on disappear beneath her. More lightning flashes, providing me with a clear view of it tumbling down the dizzying abyss toward the foamy sea.
Still clutching my foot, Ophelia drops, yanking me downward and jamming my rib cage against the warped panel.
“Ah! ” The pain’s like a thousand knives carving into my flesh. I can’t breathe …
“Please, Spark! Please!” Ophelia whimpers. “Don’t let me fall! I can’t die! Maddie needs me! Help me! ”
“Hold still!” I yell at her over the pounding fury. Only my tenuous hold on the ladder is keeping us alive. The wind bats us from side to side. With each swaying movement, the metal saws at my ribs.
I grip the ladder tighter. “Hang on and work with me, Ophelia! ”
It feels like my shoulders are tearing from their sockets. But I pull with all my might until I lift her high enough that she can crawl through herself.
Then we’re finally perched on the ladder, her on the rung opposite me, both gasping for breath.
But there’s no time to rest.
Our eyes lock through the crossbars.
We both grab the rung above at the same time and begin the most important race of our lives.
I scramble upward as fast as I can, ignoring the searing ache in my side with each strain of my arms, the flashes of anguish that burst through my lower body with every pop of my mangled knee. As much as I struggle to outpace her, Ophelia’s eyes are a constant on the other side of the ladder like my dark shadow, a reflection of what I might so easily become if I let my guard down.
With every clang of our boots against the rungs, the ladder shudders and creaks. Just above us, there’s a semi-circular landing leading to a short, curved staircase that twists its way up to a door.
The door that leads to the torch.
Ophelia’s on the side of the ladder that dead ends underneath the half-moon slab of steel, giving me the edge I so desperately need.
One glance into her wide eyes tells me she knows it, too.
Gritting my teeth against the relentless aching tearing through me, I reach up and grab the next rung to haul myself onto the platform-
Rip!
The ladder breaks apart from its moorings and cants away from the landing, tilting me backward-
Ophelia whips around me and leaps, grabbing hold of one of the steps of the smaller staircase.
She twists her body around until she’s facing the rusted crosspieces composing the steps-
I spring after her just as the ladder topples beneath me, leaving nothing but a fifty foot drop into darkness.
Ophelia skitters up the remaining six steps of the smaller staircase. She lunges for the handle on the door-
I tackle her, pinning her down before she can open it. Her elbow slams me in my ribs. The pain’s excruciating and I roll off her, curling into a ball, writhing in misery.
She springs to her feet and stares at me with her emotionless eyes. The toe of her boot mashes into my ribs, and I let loose an agonized scream that echoes down into darkness.
When her boot draws back to kick me down the shaft, I somehow grab it, twisting with what I have left.
Crack!
She drops and tumbles over the edge of the platform, grabbing the end of the ladder, her body flailing like a hooked fish. Then she starts to climb up again, ignoring the moans of the metal as it tries to twist loose and topple into the chasm.
Without looking back, I drag myself up the corroding steps, clutching my side, which feels like it’s on fire. I grip the door handle and fling it open.
I’ve reached the torch at last.
I dash out of the spherical base from which the flame must have once burned, onto a circular dais surrounded by a thin railing. The cloud cover’s dissipated, and I can see the gray waves crashing against the statue far below.
I grip the railing to ward off the dizziness and skirt the base, my heart thudding in my head and throat.
“Cole! ” I shriek.
And there above me, embedded in two tongues of opaque, synthetic flame protruding from the torch, are two figures.
The outline of a young girl …
And a little boy.
My heart almost bursts.
“Cole! It’s Lucky! I’m here! ”
Congratulations, Recruit Spark. Select the button to release your Incentive from cryogenic stasis and claim your victory in the Trials.
There are two buttons-marked Juniper and Spark-implanted in the wall.
I reach a trembling finger toward the button that will release Cole and finally end this nightmare-
Ophelia grabs my hand before I can press it. She tries
to push her own button instead, but I grip her hand with my free one.
Then we’re locked in a dead heat, each trying to overpower the other. She snarls and jabs her knee into my ribs. I drop to the floor, my eyes fixated on the button that would free Cole, just behind her shoulder, gleaming, taunting me-
Ophelia reaches for her own button-
I kick her as hard as I can, slamming her into the panel-into the button marked Spark.
A green glow surrounds the synthetic flame encapsulating Cole, while the other one-the one with Maddie inside-glows red, despite how many times Ophelia now jabs her button.
Stark realization dawns in her eyes.
Congratulations, Recruit Spark. Your Incentive has been reprieved. You have bested your fellow Recruits.
It feels like I’ve just been reborn into a new world.
Ophelia’s shaking her head, as if in the throes of a nightmare. She reaches up, clawing at the shell encasing her sister. “Maddie! Maddie, sweetie! It’s me ! It’s Fee-Fee! I’ve come for you! I’m here ! Maddie! Maddie!” she bellows.
Another panel slides open underneath Maddie’s flame.
Recruit Juniper. You have failed the Trials and will be sentenced to the work camps. Your Incentive will now be shelved. In ten seconds, a stream of hydrochloric acid will be released into her enclosure. However, if you choose, you can activate the override instead, releasing an electrical charge that will instantly stop your Incentive’s heart. As always, the choice is yours.
Despite everything she’s done, I feel icy claws ripping through my heart, shredding it.
Anybody that’s capable of love can’t be all bad.
“I’m sorry, Maddie … I tried … I … really … tried … ” Ophelia bows her head, weeping.
I limp over to her. “Ophelia. I’m so sorry.” I reach out to touch her shoulder-
“Don’t touch me! ” she shrieks.
Make your selection now, Recruit Juniper.
“Goodbye, Maddie,” she whispers, pressing the button.
There’s a quick spark inside Maddie’s chamber. Then it goes dark.
The glow inside Cole’s chamber intensifies. Then the torch flame slides open.
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