“Doesn’t it all seem a bit weird to you?”
“I’ve never really thought about it before.” She turned back to the TV screen where a frighteningly thin girl with blonde hair jumped up and down. She’d just been crowned Miss Skinny of Area 7. “Do you think they would really lie to us like that?”
I nodded. “After today? After what they did to Emily? Absolutely.”
“I guess you’re right,” she said with a sigh.
In the kitchen a door opened and closed and I heard Daniel’s voice as he greeted his adoptive mother. Angela heard it too and I saw the smile that spread across her face. Then Theresa’s voice replied, muffled. It sounded wrong, too loud and rushed.
“Angie! Oh, Angie. Your Father is home!” Theresa called. I heard the pad of her bare feet across the tiles of the kitchen. “Come quick. Come quick.”
Angela jumped up. “No, Mum, it’s Daniel.”
“What kind of fool do you think I am,” snapped Theresa. “I know my own husband.”
“Daddy?” Angela said, her voice tinged with hope.
“No, Angela––” I began, reaching out to catch Angela’s arm but she was gone before I could stop her.
She darted into the kitchen and I followed. In front of me Angela stopped dead and her shoulders slumped. It was Daniel.
“I’m sorry, I’m not your husband,” he said. “You know me.” Theresa had him gripped in a bear hug. She leaned forward to kiss him but Daniel squirmed. There were tears in his eyes. “Please, no. You’ve got it wrong! You know me. I’m Daniel.”
“Oh, Paul! Paul I’ve missed you so much,” she crooned.
Angela stood transfixed, staring at the scene in front of her. I had to do something.
“Theresa,” I said. I moved slowly towards her and placed a tentative arm around her shoulder. She was a short woman, and when hunched over in confusion she was even shorter. The recognition in her eyes faded and became vague again. “Why don’t I make you a nice cup of tea?” I manoeuvred her across to the table.
“Paul?” Her fingers trembled inside mine as I took her hand. I was afraid to turn away and make the tea. “Oh. I so thought it was him. Oh! I am so confused these days.” She burst into tears, a deep hacking, throaty cry. I paused, unsure of what to do or say.
“Mummy,” Angela whimpered. “Please don’t cry!” She collapsed into a chair and the two of them cried together, heads pressed against each other like just hours ago as Billie and Emily said goodbye.
Daniel moved over to me and said, “Maybe we should give them some time.”
I nodded. As we left the room I placed the tea down on the table, feeling useless. Theresa was deteriorating. The Operation had slowly been eating away at her mind, stripping her away, and she had been my own hope that there was a chance for a normal life after. I took a deep breath before I followed Daniel into the lounge but it was at that moment I knew for certain that I would never have the Operation, and neither would Angela. I would get us both out somehow. I’d find a way.
In the lounge I told Daniel about Emily at school and watched his blue eyes intensify. Shades of anger flickered across his face as though someone held a candle beneath his chin. At the end he shook his head.
“I didn’t see this.” He raked his fingers through his hair. “If only I’d seen this we could have saved her.”
“No,” I murmured. “It wasn’t your responsibility.”
He stood up and paced the room. “I don’t care whose responsibility it was. Why didn’t the visions let me see? I could have helped.”
“I don’t think it was possible. Where would we take her? I know nothing about getting someone out of Area 14.”
“I do,” he said.
I searched Daniel’s face for some sort of hint that he was joking. “You’re serious?” I lowered my voice to little more than a whisper and he leaned in towards me. We were stood facing each other in front of the sofa. “You’re part of the Resistance?”
13
After Theresa went to sleep we all crowded together in Angela’s tiny room. The three of us sat cross legged on her bed, small and wooden and designed for a child, with pink floral bedding and a large crocheted pillow. Angela leaned against the headboard chewing her finger nails and I sat to her right playing with strands of my hair, the headscarf still wrapped loosely around my neck like a scarf. Daniel sat at the foot of the bed facing us both. He had just finished explaining to Angela what he told me, at my request.
“So what is it you know?” I asked impatiently.
“I can’t believe you kept this from me,” Angela added. “I mean I knew you were aware of them. But getting people out? Are you in the Resistance?”
He sighed and rolled his eyes. “No, of course not. Do you think they’re stupid enough to let some sixteen year old kid join them?”
“Maybe if they knew about your gift––” I began
“They don’t,” he interrupted.
I clamped my mouth shut and glared at him. I was seeing a different Daniel tonight. There were so many sides to him: the Daniel who was never still, the talented artist, the tortured soul who had seen too much, the vulnerable orphan and now the Daniel who was involved in a dangerous rebel group. As he spoke about the Resistance he seemed to grow up. There was an authority about him that I had never noticed before.
“Do you actually want me to be part of the Resistance? Is this some way for you to get in and fight?” he said. “Because that would be ridiculous. It isn’t a joke, Mina. It’s serious.”
“My mum died because of the Resistance. Don’t patronise me,” I snapped. My face flushed and my fingers tingled. A glass on Angela’s bedside table wobbled.
Daniel’s eyes softened. “I’m really sorry. It’s just you seem really keen on this whole idea, and… I don’t want to tell you what I know and then you end up getting hurt.”
“Isn’t that my decision?” I replied. I raised my eyebrows and held his eye contact, challenging him to respond. Daniel ran his fingers through his hair and looked away.
“If Daniel doesn’t want to tell us about it, then he shouldn’t have to,” said Angela. “We can’t bully him into this.”
“You’re right,” I said. “I’m sorry.”
He stared me down, making me feel like a child to be chastised. I didn’t look away and eventually he sighed. “There’s not much to tell. I can show you but it’s dangerous and I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“I can handle it,” I insisted.
Daniel paused. He glanced at Angela and then focussed hard eyes on me. He said slowly, “If I take you with me, you have to do exactly what I say. All right?”
“All right,” I said.
“Okay,” he said. “But I warn you, I’m not an expert. I don’t know much. The only thing I do know is where they meet. There is this guy that I work with in the woodwork studio. I had an inkling that he was part of the Resistance––”
“How did you know?” I interrupted.
“Small things that he said.” Daniel paused. “It’s hard to pin-point, but I just got the feeling he wasn’t happy about the way things were.”
I nodded. Sometimes people say a lot without really saying anything.
“The thing is,” Daniel continued. “To get there we have to go right through the centre of the Ghettos,” he paused, “and into the Slums.”
I involuntarily shivered. The Enforcers patrolled there. Slum people lived outside normal society. The children did not go to school. They weren’t even official Blemished, they were just Outsiders who didn’t join in the Society at all. Crime was rife in the Slums, with the Outsiders stealing from each other and prostituting themselves. Rumour had it that the Enforcers hung around the Slums just waiting to hear a prostitute go into labour.
“The Slums?” Angela mumbled. She wrapped her arms around her body.
“You don’t have to go,” Daniel insisted. “You can ignore it and just keep going on with your lives. Or you can come with me and look. We can’t
join them, just watch.”
Angela looked at me hesitantly, as though waiting for me to decide for her. I knew that I wanted to go, but I knew that I shouldn’t go. I thought about my dad and how angry he would be to see me tempted by the same things as my mum. But how could I go back to my life knowing that I could have witnessed something important? How could I go back to my life after seeing a young girl taken away for having a baby?
“I want to go,” I said.
“Me too,” Angela said.
Daniel’s face fell. “I must be crazy getting you into this.” He pulled at his hair and then sighed. “All right. The first thing we have to do is sneak out.”
*
“She’s fast asleep,” Angela said, creeping back into her bedroom.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“Absolutely. When you and Daniel were in the lounge I crushed a sleeping pill and put it in her tea.”
For once I was shocked. “You do that a lot?”
Angela shrugged. “It makes it easier to deal with.”
I decided not to judge. Angela had a crappy time looking after her mum. Anything that helped her was a good thing.
“We need to go then,” said Daniel. “They meet every Friday night in the heart of the Slums, near a Broth...” Daniel glanced over to Angela. “There’s some sort of disused warehouse next to… the place where…”
“Oh for goodness sake Daniel just say brothel or we’ll be here all night,” Angela snapped.
“What time do they meet?” I asked, trying to stop myself wondering how Daniel knew where brothels are in the Slums.
“10pm,” he answered.
“We have two hours,” I noted. “How long does it take to walk there?”
“Perhaps an hour. The problem is getting close enough without being stopped by an Enforcer. We don’t look like Slum children.” He pointed to the symbol of the Blemished on our tunics.
“We could go in jeans,” Angela suggested.
“Then, if you get caught, as well as being out after curfew you would be out after curfew without your uniform,” said Daniel.
“Two crimes instead of one,” I said to myself. “What if we disguised ourselves as Slum children? Angela, do you have any old clothes?”
“Not much,” she said. “But there may be some in my Mum’s room.”
“Could we rip them? Smear dirt on our faces? Remove the Symbol?” I suggested, looking at Daniel.
“It could work,” he said.
“We’d just have to be careful,” I said. “At least this way we would blend in.”
He smiled crookedly, his eyes shone just a little bit brighter and he held my eye contact for a little too long. “Okay. You know, you’re really quite clever.”
I grinned back, enjoying the impromptu compliment.
“I’ll go and get the clothes then, shall I?” Angela said. She pushed passed me towards the bedroom door, almost knocking me over.
I frowned. “Angela? You all right?”
“Fine,” she answered, standing in the doorway, one foot in the room and one out. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“No reason,” I mumbled.
She turned and shut the door behind her. I got the feeling that had we not been trying to sneak around the house that door would have been slammed at full force.
“I think we’re making her feel useless,” I said to Daniel.
He shook his head. “She shouldn’t be coming with us. But I’m worried that if we leave her she’ll just follow us anyway and get herself in trouble.”
He was right. There was no chance she would stay behind. I hadn’t realised until this point just how much we were making her feel left out. Daniel and I shared something personal, something that only we could relate to, that feeling of being different and special. We had these gifts that shouldn’t exist but somehow did. That created a bond between us that went above friendship. I’d seen the way Angela’s face lit up as Daniel walked into the room. I’d also seen the way Daniel looked at Angela protectively, like a big brother. I just didn’t know how to explain all this to her.
“I’ve got them,” Angela said as she walked back into the room. “Mum won’t notice these gone.” Her face fell. “I guess she doesn’t notice much these days. Anyway,” she forced a bright smile on her face, revealing sweet dimples, “let’s get ripping!”
14
“Do I look like a Slum kid?” Angela asked.
The three of us had managed to sneak out of the house without waking Theresa. We stood in the garden wearing our newly ripped and dirtied clothes. Angela smeared another handful of mud on my skin. I stepped forward and mussed Angela’s hair.
“You do now!” I said with a quiet laugh.
Daniel glared at us through the dark, the full moon reflecting in his blue eyes. The sky was clear of clouds and stars twinkled above us.
I straightened my back. “Which way do we go?”
“Follow me,” Daniel replied.
Angela looked at me and I could tell by the way her eyes glistened and her mouth twitched that she wanted to laugh. I wondered if Angela had ever broken rules before. The exhilaration of doing something naughty made her giddy. I put my finger to my lips to try and calm her before moving after Daniel, I knew it was wrong but a bit of sneaking around was exactly what we needed to lighten the mood after the day we’d had at school.
The ghettos were quiet at night. Dad always said that after 9pm the world of the Blemished silenced. Of course he usually said that after a few glasses of whiskey so I’d never really paid much attention. It turned out that he was right. We walked past dark houses, only alive from the flicker from their television screens, the people inside glued to Ministry programming with drinks fixed in their stiff hands. As we walked we saw no one. Part of me thought we might bump into Sebastian out on a jog, but the only sound we heard was the drunken voice of a woman a few streets away. There was a crash and a thud followed by a curse as she fell over a gate or a bin. Then a neighbour yelled out of their window to shut up and she did.
“Poor woman,” Angela mused.
As we moved forward the houses around us became smaller and more bunched together. They formed lines of rickety, uneven terraces surrounded by concrete yards filled with junk. The pavement crumbled beneath our feet and weeds poked out between gate posts.
“We’re getting closer to the Slums,” Daniel said. “You need to be on the lookout for Enforcers now, okay?”
We all mumbled hushed agreements and instinctively moved closer to each other. Daniel walked next to me on my right, his arm brushing against mine. I swallowed dryly as we approached the Slums, the realisation hitting that we were doing something illegal. The same giddiness that overtook Angela at the beginning of our journey had infected me and I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing. But as I was distracted by my own overexcitement I didn’t see the shadow of the Enforcer approaching. Daniel grabbed me by the arm and pulled me back into a narrow alleyway between two rows of terraced houses, moving Angela with his other hand. I shrank into the darkness, leaning hard against the cold bricks.
I heard the heavy footsteps of the Enforcer’s boots on the crumbling pavement, crunching with each movement. His black leather uniform creaked in the darkness and there was a chink-chink noise as his baton hit the metal clasp of his belt. All Enforcers wore large plastic helmets, making their shadows look even more enormous, like a bubble-headed alien.
I held my breath, no longer wanting to giggle, almost certain that the noise of my heart pounding against my chest could be heard streets away. Finally the Enforcer came into view as he walked past the entrance of the alleyway, just as I felt as though my heart would beat right through my rib cage. A droplet of sweat dribbled down my forehead and Daniel reached over in the dark and took my hand in his.
The Enforcer paused right at the mouth of the alley-way, looked at the floor and bent at the knees to retrieve an item from the ground. I flattened myself against the cold, hard, bricks, gripping hold of Daniel
’s hand. Daniel turned to look at me, his eyes inscrutable in the darkness. The Enforcer held up the object, examining it, and then tossed it to the floor. I could see in the moonlight that it was a button from Angela’s jacket. Almost nonchalantly, the Enforcer moved on, leaving us alone in the darkness. We waited until the crunching footsteps faded away before slipping back out onto the pavement.
“That was close,” Daniel said with a grim smile. I realised now why he had been so unimpressed with our foolishness. This wasn’t a joke, it was bad for Blemished girls to be out this late without an adult chaperone and we could get into serious trouble.
“I’m so scared!” Angela whispered. She didn’t look amused any more, only afraid. “Maybe we should go back?”
“Yeah, you’re right, this is––”
“Shhh!” Daniel pulled us both back into the alley way just in time.
Further down the street I heard the noise of more footsteps and then a cough. These footsteps were different to those of the Enforcer, less measured and succinct. They were more hurried and sloppy and belonged to a person, a civilian. As the person approached I became curious and peeked over Daniel’s shoulder to see who crossed the mouth of the alley way. There was enough moonlight to be able to make out their build and the features, and when they walked past, it was unmistakable that this man was my dad.
I smothered a gasp into the sleeve of my top and hid back behind Daniel. Dad didn’t notice anything; he walked on in a hurry, without turning his head. For a moment I thought I’d imagined it. What would my dad be doing near the Slums? I felt sick.
“Mina, was that your dad?” Daniel whispered.
“You thought so too?” I replied. “I hoped it was just the moonlight playing tricks.”
“It looked an awful lot like him,” Daniel said, his voice thick with pity.
“Why would he be here?” I said.
Angela took my hand and squeezed it. “Maybe he’s lonely, Mina.”
I couldn’t stand the sympathy on their faces. I couldn’t stomach what they were saying. “No.” I shook my head vehemently. “He wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t do anything that disgusting!” I wrenched my hand free from Angela’s and stepped out of the alley.
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