“We need to talk,” he says. “Alone.”
8
I have managed to avoid a conversation with Finn. He attempted to get me alone several times last night and this morning, but I’ve made myself unavailable, what with the training and packing, what with the excuse of spending time with Pip. I am more preoccupied with my future with Finn than with the future of our planet.
The Sliman returned sometime in the afternoon. They explained that the plantations were panicking after our attack on the convoy. The first drones will arrive in three days and they will change the playing field forever. We would have been destroyed immediately after the drones arrived if it weren’t for the help offered by Wudak and the rebels.
We set out in the early evening. The Sliman brought a stretcher for Nya but she prefers to walk most of the way. No matter the circumstance, Nya will never give in. She is always a warrior.
The Sliman have said it will take us several hours to get to the base. We don’t mind walking long distances, that’s what we do, but between all the weight that we have to carry and the memories the forest brings rushing back to us, the trip seems to take an eternity.
We cut through the edge of the forest that surrounded our abandoned facilities, the place where we spent two years of training, preparing and getting to know each other. The place where I struggled to become a valuable member of the team. Also the place where Daphne was alive and thrived.
Thinking about Daphne as we stroll through the dark forest hurts as much as it did the night we lost her. Her beauty, her strength, her courage, the way she sacrificed herself to save Damian and myself are things that I can never forget.
I believe we are connected now, Daphne and me. She reached out to me in her final hour and mended our strenuous relationship with her one last gesture of self-giving. There’s nothing I wouldn’t give to bring her back. I would have gladly taken her place. But Daphne was prepared to die that day and she sealed her own fate.
Damian and I have not exchanged a single glance all day. We have been unable to talk about Daphne since that night when she passed away but I think that we need to. Everything we do or say to each other is somehow overwrought by her memory.
I have a feeling that he senses that as well and tries a bit too hard to project all of his mixed emotions onto what I represent for him now. In reality, I believe he misses Daphne a lot more than he would have thought possible. Her love has grown in value to him now that it’s gone. He needs closure.
Wudak’s doing his best to stay close to me. I’m doing my best to escape him, yet, he always ends up next to me, behind me or right in front of me. I understand he wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for me but it doesn’t make me feel any less uncomfortable.
We leave the forest behind and head south through the hills. We’re lucky to have a clear sky tonight, I think, when Wudak orders us to stop in the middle of nowhere. There are shrubs and hedge plants all around and in the far distance we can see the spot where the big south sierras begin.
Gritu turns his sensor to the east and it starts beeping. He walks eastwards and the beeping gets louder. Then all of a sudden, it stops.
“It’s here,” Gritu says and kicks the ground with his boot. Malzod and Wudak go to him and all three of them get on their knees. I turn to Finn puzzled. He shrugs his shoulders and turns his attention back to whatever it is that the Sliman are doing.
Seconds later the Sliman open some sort of trapdoor and they urge us to get inside as fast as possible.
“Just jump,” Wudak says when he sees my hesitation. All I can see is a black hole. “Trust starts here,” Wudak says and his words resonate inside me. I take a deep breath and jump down the hole.
A moment later, I land safely in what seems to be the beginning of a long tunnel. In the distance, I make out a big torch on the wall. I instinctively reach out and grab Finn’s hand who’s just landed behind me.
When everyone stands together, we begin to stagger down the long tunnel as it goes deeper and deeper. Wudak moves ahead and takes the torch off the wall. We follow the Sliman in absolute silence.
We walk for ten minutes or so before we reach a crossroads. The tunnel we’ve been following all this time continues straight ahead but another tunnel crosses it and we could go either left or right. The vastness of the place is overwhelming.
Wudak motions to us to keep walking straight. We see some carvings on the walls. We stop to take a closer look but Wudak says we have to keep moving.
The tunnel leads to a big round cavern that is lit with torches and candles on a small table. Wax is dripping down the silver candleholders and the flames are trembling. There’s a ventilation system in the tunnels but I can’t locate it.
Wudak stands in front of a small opening in the back of the cavern. “This is where our lodgings begin,” he says. “Most of our allies have tried to make it here for your arrival.”
I think we’re going to go through the opening but Wudak moves away from it and walks back to the last part of the tunnel. He searches the wall where the tunnel meets the cavern. He finds what he’s looking for and pushes on it.
The result of his action is immediate. A part of the wall, about six feet high and two feet wide, caves in and gives way to a hidden tunnel.
We walk inside this new tunnel for a few more minutes and then it starts to get wider and more rounded. When we reach the end, we come upon a new cavern, very similar to the last one but quite bigger. There is a long table with red metallic chairs in the middle of the cave. Twenty Sliman stand by the walls all around the cave. They look huge in the enclosure of the cavern, clad in black as always and staring at us with extreme curiosity.
In a moment all eyes turn on me. They have recognized me. I realize that I’m still holding Finn’s hand and let go immediately.
The Sliman bow their heads as a sign of recognition and put their right arm across their chest. It’s the Sliman salute and the memories it brings back from the plantation days aren’t pleasant. We will all have to adjust to this new reality.
I steal a glance at Damian for the first time during the journey. He’s doing his best to control himself and not have us get the hell out of here. All of us look stunned and uncertain actually.
“We’ll take you to your quarters now,” Wudak says. “You can settle down and get some rest. We’ll meet up in the morning and make all the necessary introductions.”
One of the Sliman we have just met pulls a kind of lever under the table and a door opens.
“Who designed this place?” Theo whispers.
“Zolkon,” Wudak says but gives no further explanations.
We are led through the door and down an endless hallway with consecutive wooden doors on both sides. There are numbers on each door. We started at number 1 and now we’re down to number 40. The Sliman stop.
“Numbers 41 through 52 are yours,” Wudak says. “Each of you can have a private room. You can pick whichever you want although they are identical. There’s water and food waiting for you inside and some clothes in case you need to change. We hope you will all find something that fits.”
I’m speechless. They have thought of almost everything.
“Door No 55 is a library,” Gritu says. “You like books, don’t you?”
No, not almost everything. They have thought of absolutely everything. Do they know about Lost Town and the library? Have they been covering up for us all this time while we were stupid enough to think our actions went by unnoticed?
One of the Sliman introduces himself as Quax and takes a chain of keys out of his pocket. He starts to unlock the doors one by one and opens them wide for us to take a peek.
The rooms are neat and tidy. There’s a bed in each one of them, a desk and a chair, a closet and a sink. There are torches on the walls and candles on the desks.
“Is there no electricity in the base?” I ask Wudak.
“There is, but we like to conserve it for the important things,” he says. “I will show you to
morrow. I can arrange to have electricity in your room if you so wish.”
“No, that’s fine,” I say. “I was just wondering out loud.”
“I have to go,” he says. “You can ask Quax for anything you need.”
I nod and he’s gone along with Gritu, Malzod and the other three Sliman that followed us here. The only one left behind is the one named Quax. He looks like any other Sliman but is heavier than most of them. On his cheek there’s a tattoo of a yellow rose.
All the doors are open now but Quax stays put. “At your service,” he tells me clicking his boots together.
“That’s all, I guess,” I say. Then after a short pause I add, “Thank you.”
“My pleasure,” he says but he still won’t move.
“Um, you can go.” I can’t be clearer than that, can I?
“We’re all like tomatoes,” he says.
“Tomatoes?” Biscuit inquires, interested now.
“Yes, one gene taken out, one gene injected in. Perfect outcome. We’re all the same. Mutants.”
By “all” he means the Sliman and the Saviors. We realize that when he smiles revealing a set of gray teeth.
“We’ll take it from here, Quax, thank you,” I say as I practically shove him down the hallway.
“Should we draw to decide who goes where?” Zoe says.
Damian decides to speak for the first time since we entered the tunnels.
“Who cares?” he says irritated. “Just get inside a door and close it behind you.” This whole thing is a lot harder on him than it is on anyone else. He must feel like he has relinquished all control and for some reason it bothers me that he should feel like that. There’s nothing I can do about it though.
I turn to my sister. “Okay, Pip, we can stay together.”
“No, no, Freya. I never had a room of my own before.” She thinks for a moment. “I want door number 45,” she says.
Her decisiveness is refreshing. We could all use some of that right now. “I guess I’ll take 47 so we’re next to each other,” I say and pick up my few possessions.
Finn doesn’t waste any time. He picks door number 46 right across from Pip and me. Damian walks down the hallway to the last door. Nobody is surprised. He always stays a bit apart from the rest of us. Something on his face, though, tells me that he would have liked to be in the middle of the group this time. If only it hadn’t been for the fact that he’d then have to be close to me.
I don’t know, maybe it’s all in my head. No matter what his flaws are, he’s not one to abandon his team even in the smallest of ways. Damian would fight for each one of us.
When I get in my room, I sit on the bed and realize I am exhausted. I could just lie down, close my eyes and get to dreamland right away. It could go the wrong way, of course, and I could end up in nightmare land.
I take off my boots, put my feet on the bed and lean back against the soft headboard. I’ve never even seen a bed like that, let alone sleep in it. The candles smell of vanilla and cinnamon. I want to take everything in before I doze off. I get up and sit at the desk chair. I find a pen and a notebook in the drawer and write down my name and a sentence. Freya has been here.
I take off my jacket and hang it on the back of the chair. I discover a small mirror behind a flask and a couple dishes. I hold it in front of me and take a long look at my face. My lips are chapped and there are dark circles forming under my eyes. My hair is a mess, unruly and frizzy with small twigs and other things I can’t identify stuck in it. I take out my brush and eye the clean shirt and pants at the foot of the bed. Then there’s a knock on the door.
“Who is it?” I ask startled.
“Finn.”
I half-open the door and stick my neck out. “Is everything okay?” I ask.
“Yes, I guess so. This place is terribly quiet. It’s driving me nuts.”
I know what he means. In the forest, it’s never really quiet. Life doesn’t pause for a second. There’s chirping and rustling and cooing on a constant basis, even in the middle of the night.
“Won’t you let me in?” Finn says while pushing the door gently to open it further. I push back. “We need to talk, remember?” he insists.
So, he hasn’t forgotten. Whatever it is that he wants to tell me is of great importance to him. “Not now, Finn. I’m beat.”
He doesn’t even try to hide the disappointment in his voice. “Tomorrow then,” he says and returns to the room across from mine.
I have a really nervous feeling about this and any chance of me getting some rest flies out the window. My mind is on overload. I have no idea how much longer I will be able to put him off. I have no idea why I even want to.
9
We leave the cave with the tables where we snacked and cross the long hallway to get to the big iron gate at the end. Wudak unlocks it and leads the way into a pitch black area. When he lights the torches that hang from various hooks on the walls, the vastness of what I see leaves me breathless.
There are all kinds of weapons laid out on two long tables on each side of the huge room. There are two simulation pods and a fenced in ring. This is a training cavern.
“We designed it for you,” Wudak says. “We can change it to fit your needs. Just tell me what you want and we’ll do it.”
This is no joke. Wudak and his rebel Sliman will do as I say. I realize that now. Wudak has repeated it on a number of occasions but this is the first time I actually come to believe it. I have an army of my own. A dark army for a brighter future.
I let my fingers run over the array of guns and weapons on the tables. My hands feel impatient. I want to get in the simulators. I want to target practice. I want to fight.
Wudak reads my mind. “You should concentrate on the receptor,” he says. “There’s nothing more powerful or more demanding on the planet. It could destroy everything, including you. You have to learn to control it.”
“I’m ready. I will do as you say.”
“I am pleased,” he says. I swear I see something that resembles a smile on his face. I instinctively reach out to pat him on the shoulder but he recoils as if a snake had just climbed on him.
“I’m sorry,” I say wishing I’d be less impulsive sometimes.
“It is I who am sorry,” Wudak says. “Nobody has ever touched me before. Not unless they intended to harm me.”
I nod and take the sensory receptor out of my pocket. Wudak narrows his eyes. “Such a small thing,” he says, “yet so devastating.”
“It can also be used for good,” I say. “I know it. I’ve seen it. It made Daphne’s passing peaceful.”
Wudak’s glance is questioning but also respectful.
“Daphne was my friend,” I say. “She died during the fight against the aliens.”
“The receptor’s energy can be used to heal physical and emotional wounds,” he says. “It can also produce energy to be converted into electricity and fuel. But there’s no time to teach you all that. You will probably figure it out on your own over time. Now you must learn to fight. And win.”
He bows and I do the same. I don’t know why. It seems like the appropriate thing to do. Wudak walks to the other side of the room.
“Just know that I will protect you with my life,” he says and within a split second he charges at me with a magnetic knife in his hand.
I barely have time to think. Those knives never miss their target. They are drawn to bones and cartilage like moths to a flame. Once they enter your body, they fuse with the bones and cannot be retrieved. Only a surgeon can remove them without destroying the surrounding bones, nerves and tissues.
I have a couple seconds to process all this and react. The receptor starts flashing and Wudak is lifted off the ground and thrown against the wall.
“Good,” he says as he hoists himself up. “You have some skill already.”
“What did you think? That you’d have to train a helpless little girl?” I say feeling my adrenaline rising at the prospect of more sparring with Wudak.
“I didn’t think anything,” he says. “But you are right. You are a little girl.”
He’s right in the strict sense of the word. I am small but I have been training and fighting all my life and I am a lot stronger than I look. And I’ll be turning eighteen soon. I won’t be a girl for long.
In a moment, Wudak swerves his body and hits me on the stomach with his elbow knocking the wind out of me. I try to say something but I find myself unable to speak. I fall to my knees.
“You have to stay focused,” he says. “That is your biggest weakness. You get too pleased too soon. My guess is you get too sad too soon also. Like right now?”
“Get lost, Wudak,” I manage to say as I struggle to get back up on my feet.
“You’re becoming angry. Now we might be getting somewhere,” he says. “Never be pleased with yourself. That’s my first lesson to you. Complacency will kill you as surely as a magnetic knife.”
“Your lessons carry bruises,” I say. “At least you mean well.” Before I’m even done speaking I find my back against the wall with Wudak’s forearm pressing my throat.
“Lesson number two. Never trust a Sliman,” he says as he gradually releases the pressure on my throat. “Not unless they’re under my command,” he adds sarcastically.
I rub my throat with my left hand. My right hand starts to itch with the desire to use the receptor against him. I don’t want to hurt him but he seems to have no problem hurting me. Maybe that’s another lesson he’s trying to impress on me. There’s no room for sensitivities.
“The sensory receptor must become a part of you,” he says as he picks up a pulse gun. “It’s not good enough that you know how to use it in an emergency or when you get angry or scared. It’s not good enough that you know how to connect to it or how to send your brainwave messages down your arm. It’s not good enough that you know about all the things you can do with it, whether it is to attack or to defend.”
“What is good enough then?” I say exasperated.
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