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Sam raised both hands.
Beams of green light burned away the new growth. Sam played the light slowly up Drake’s legs. Calves. Knees. The whip hand thrashed and slashed, but Sam was out of range.
Drake screamed.
Thighs burned. Hips. But still Drake lived and screamed and laughed. “You can’t kill me!”
“Yeah, well, let’s just see if that’s true,” Sam said.
But then, a voice cried out. “Sing, Jill! Sing!”
Nerezza, her face no longer covered with flesh but with what seemed to be billions of crawling cells that glowed a green not much different from Sam’s own killing light.
“SIIIING, Siren!” Nerezza cried. “SIIIING!”
Jill knew the song she was supposed to sing. The song John had taught her.
She had come to fear Nerezza. She’d feared her almost from the first. But then had come the moment when Orsay told Nerezza to go away.
The last words Orsay had spoken. “I can’t go on this way,” Orsay had said.
“What do you mean?” Nerezza had asked.
“You…you have to go away, Nerezza. I can’t go on this way.”
That’s when Nerezza had done the horrible thing to Orsay. With her hands around Orsay’s throat. Squeezing. Orsay had barely seemed to fight back, as though she accepted it.
Nerezza had carried her to the rock and dragged her to the top.
“She’ll be fine,” Nerezza had lied to Jill. “And if you do exactly what I say, you’ll be fine, too.”
Now Orsay stared through blank, empty eyes. She hadn’t seen Mary lead the children to the cliff.
She hadn’t seen Mary pull the children off the edge.
Hadn’t seen them fall.
But Jill had.
Jill sang.
Tho’ like the wanderer,
The sun goes down,
Darkness be over me.
My rest a stone;
Yet in my dreams I’d be
Nearer, my God, to thee,
Nearer, my God, to thee,
Nearer to thee!
Sam’s killing light died.
Brianna stood still completely still.
Astrid froze in mid-cry.
The kids of Perdido Beach, all within sound of the Siren’s voice, stopped, and turned toward the little girl.
All but three.
Little Pete stumbled toward his game player.
Nerezza laughed and reached down to give a hand to Drake, who was swiftly regrowing what he had lost.
“Sing on, Siren!” Nerezza cried, giddy, triumphant.
Sam knew in a distant, far-off way what was happening. His mind still worked, though at a tenth of its normal speed, gears turning like a windmill in the faintest breeze.
Drake could almost stand. In a moment he would come for Sam. He would finish what he had started.
The memory of pain bubbled slowly up within Sam. But he lacked the power to move, to act, to do. He could only watch helplessly. Just like before. Helpless.
But then, out of a corner of his eye, Sam saw something very strange. Something was flying very fast over the ocean.
He heard a distant thwap thwap thwap.
The sound grew louder, as the helicopter roared across the ocean.
Loud.
Louder.
Loud enough.
Sam tried to move and found that he could.
“No!” Nerezza cried.
Sam fired once. The beams hit Nerezza in the chest. It was enough to kill anyone. To burn a hole through any living thing.
But Nerezza did not burn. She simply looked at Sam with a look of cold hatred. Her eyes glowed green, a light so bright it almost rivaled Sam’s fire for brightness. And then, she was gone.
Drake watched as his feet grew back. But not quickly enough.
“Now, Drake,” Sam said. “Where were we?”
He felt Astrid at his side. “Do it,” she said grimly.
“Yes, ma’am,” Sam said.
Sanjit had mastered the art of flying straight ahead.
He had almost mastered the art of aiming in one particular direction. You could do it with the pedals. So long as you were very, very gentle and very, very careful.
But he wasn’t exactly sure he knew how to stop.
Now he was rushing toward land at amazing speed. And he supposed he might as well keep going a while longer. Especially since he didn’t quite know how to stop. Exactly.
But then Virtue yelled, “Stop!”
“What?”
Virtue reached over, grabbed the cyclic, and pushed it hard to the left.
The helicopter banked suddenly, wildly, just as Sanjit noticed the fact that the sky directly ahead of them wasn’t exactly sky. In fact, when you looked at it from the right angle it looked an awful lot like a wall.
The helicopter screamed over the heads of a bunch of kids who looked like they were watching the sunset from the cliff.
The helicopter went fully sideways and the skids screeched along something that was very definitely not sky.
Then it was free again but still sideways and sinking fast toward the ground. An empty pool, tennis courts, rooftops flashed by in a split second.
Sanjit eased the cyclic back to the right but completely forgot about the pedals. The helicopter spun a 360 in the air, slowed, fought its way up, and then hovered in midair.
“I think I’m going to land,” Sanjit said.
The helicopter came down with a crash. The plastic of the canopy cracked and starred. Sanjit felt as if his spine had been jackhammered.
He switched off the engine.
Virtue was staring and shaking and maybe mumbling something.
Sanjit twisted in his seat.
“You guys okay? Bowie? Pixie? Peace?”
He got three shaky nods in response.
Sanjit laughed and tried to high-five Virtue but their hands missed. Sanjit laughed again.
“So,” Sanjit said. “You guys want to go up again?”
Drake bellowed in fear and pain as the green light ate its way relentlessly up his body.
Drake was smoke from the waist down when from his mouth came Brittney’s voice.
Drake’s teeth flashed metal.
The lean, cruel face of the psychopath melted from its own internal fire. Brittney’s full, pimpled face emerged.
“Don’t stop, Sam!” Brittney cried. “You have to destroy all of it, every bit.”
“I can’t,” Sam said.
“You must!” Brittney said through her screams. “Kill it! Kill the evil one!”
“Brittney…,” Sam said, helpless.
“Kill it! Kill it!” Brittney cried.
Sam shook his head. He looked at Astrid. Her face was a mirror of his own.
“Breeze,” Sam said. “Rope. Chains. A lot of it. Whatever you can find. Now!”
Astrid spotted Little Pete. He was safe. Looking for his game. Searching, but not near the edge of the cliff, thankfully.
She forced herself to go to the cliff. She had to see.
She leaned out over the side.
Dekka lay on her back in a mud of bloody sand. Her arms were both outstretched toward the cliff.
The little boy named Justin was limping up out of the surf, holding his stomach. Brianna had saved him. Dekka had saved the rest.
And where Astrid had expected to see small, crumpled bodies, children huddled together on the rocks.
Astrid, tears in her eyes, gave Dekka a small wave.
Dekka did not notice her and did not wave back. She slowly lowered her arms and lay there, a picture of exhaustion.
Mary was nowhere to be seen. Her fifteenth birthday had come, and she had gone. Astrid made the sign of the cross and prayed wordlessly that somehow Mary was right and that she was in her mother’s arms.
“Petey?” she called.
“He’s over there,” someone answered.
Little Pete had come to a stop near the FAYZ wall. He was just bending down.
Little Pete stood up with his game player, shattered screen dribbling fragments of glass from his hand.
His eyes found Astrid.
Little Pete howled like an animal. Howled like a mad thing, howled in a voice impossibly large.
“Ahhhhhhhh!” A cry of loss, a mad tragic cry.
He bent into a backward “C” and howled like an animal.
Suddenly, the FAYZ wall was gone.
Astrid gaped in amazement at a landscape of satellite trucks and cars, a motel, a crowd of people, regular people, adults, behind a security rope, staring.
Little Pete fell on his back.
And in a flash it was all gone.
The wall was back.
And Little Pete was silent.
FORTY-FOUR
THREE DAYS LATER
“HOW IS IT going?” Sam asked Howard.
Howard looked at Orc to answer.
Orc shrugged. “Good. I guess.”
Howard and Orc had been relocated, given a new home. It was one of the few houses in Perdido Beach that had a basement. There were no windows in the basement. No electricity of course, so Sam had left a small light of his own burning there.
The only way in or out of the basement was down a flight of steps from the kitchen. There, at the bottom of the steps, they had nailed two-by-fours across and up and down, forming a thick grid work. The spaces between the two-by-fours was just three inches.
At the top of the stairs the door had been strengthened by having Orc shove a massive armoire against it.
Twice a day Orc would shove the armoire aside. Then he would stump down the stairs and peek inside. Then he would come back up and replace the barricade.
“Was it Brittney or Drake when you went down last?” Sam asked.
“The girl,” Orc said.
“Did she say anything?”
Orc shrugged. “Same thing she always says. Kill it. Kill me.”
“Yeah,” Sam said.
“How long you think we can keep this up?” Howard asked Sam.
It was not a great solution, keeping the undead thing locked in this basement to be guarded by Orc. But the alternative was destroying it. Him. Her. And that felt a little too much like murder for Sam.
Astrid and Edilio had worked for a couple of long days to try and make sense of the disaster that had come to the FAYZ. All the individuals who’d had direct contact with the Darkness, had touched the mind of the gaiaphage, had been used like pawns in a chess match.
Orsay’s power had been subverted. Her empathy and kindness had been turned against her as the gaiaphage filled her dreams with images drawn from her own imagination. She had shown kids a path that seemed to lead to freedom but led instead to death.
Little Pete had been tricked into believing he was playing a game. And it was his own powers that had been used to create Nerezza, the gaiaphage’s main player.
Nerezza had guided Orsay and, when the opportunity arose on that last terrible evening, pushed Zil to attack.
Lana still refused to admit that the gaiaphage had been able to tap her own healing powers to bring Brittney and Drake back to life.
Drake, the Whiphand, was in a sense, Lana’s creation. The Darkness had used her to give Drake his whip. And he had used her to give Drake a second life. It was no wonder, Sam thought, that Lana refused to acknowledge that.
Lana had spent days healing the wounded. And then she and Patrick had walked out of town. No one had seen her since.
Sam and Astrid had talked honestly about their mistakes. Astrid berated herself for being arrogant and dishonest, and too slow to understand what was happening.
Sam knew all too well how he had failed. He had been terrified by his own weakness and had reacted by mistrusting his friends. He had become paranoid and finally, indulging in self-pity, had run away. Abandoned his post.
But the gaiaphage had underestimated Brittney. It had needed her power, her immortality as well as Lana’s healing power, to bring Drake back from the grave.
Brittney had fought him every step of the way. Not knowing what she was fighting she had nevertheless resisted Drake’s takeover of the body they shared. Even when the gaiaphage had filled her shattered mind with visions of her dead brother, Brittney’s faith and willpower had kept the demon she sensed inside her from escaping completely.
The gaipahage had wanted to break the will of the kids of Perdido Beach. It had wanted them to give up, to abandon hope. Only then would the kids of the FAYZ become its slaves.
It had failed in the end. But it had been a matter of milliseconds. Had Zil managed to delay Dekka just a little longer, or had Drake not been slowed by Edilio’s heroism, the children who jumped with Mary would have died.
That would have been the fatal blow for the struggling little society of Perdido Beach.
They had survived, but barely.
And maybe they had done better than just survive: Astrid’s laws were in effect. They’d been voted in by all the kids assembled the day after Mary’s Big Jump, as Howard had dubbed it.
It was a bitter thing, to Sam, to think that after all she had done, Mother Mary was to be known for her final madness. Sam hoped she really was alive, somehow, on the outside.
There would be no grave in the plaza for Mary. There was one now for Orsay.
They might never know whether that brief glimpse of a world just outside the FAYZ wall was real or just a last trick of the Darkness. The one person who might know was talking even less than usual: Little Pete had fallen into something almost like a coma since he’d held his shattered game player. He would eat. But that was all he would do.
If Little Pete died, God only knew what would happen to this universe that he had created. And if kids ever really guessed how powerful Little Pete was, and yet how vulnerable, how long would he be left to live?
“I asked how long you think we can keep this up?” Howard repeated.
“I don’t know, man,” Sam said. “I guess we take it day by day.”
“Like everything,” Howard agreed.
There came the faint sound of Drake’s voice. A muffled howl of fury.
“He does that when he gets control,” Howard said. “That and a lot of threatening. Mostly, ‘I’ll kill you all!’ That kind of thing. I’m kind of getting used to it.”
“It wants us to be afraid. It wants us to give up,” Sam said.
Howard formed his sly grin. “Yeah, well, we don’t want to do that, do we?”
“No. No, we don’t.”
But that mad, screaming voice, even muffled as it was, still sent a chill up Sam’s spine.
“You guys need anything?” Sam asked.
Howard answered. “You mean, aside from a hamburger, a peach pie, a bucket of ice cream, a DVD, a TV, a phone, a computer, and a one-way ride out of crazy-town?”
Sam almost smiled. “Yeah. Aside from that.”
He went back outside. The street was empty. The unreal sun shone high overhead. He doubled over and coughed. The flu that was still going around had finally caught up with him.
But he was alive. And that was all you could ever ask from the FAYZ.
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