Black City (39 page)

“Why did you cheat on Father if you loved him so much?” I ask. It’s not an accusation, I’m just curious.

She sighs. “Because I’m an ambitious woman and a damned fool. I didn’t deserve your father. He was too good for me.”

The door opens, and a guard marches in. He hauls Mother to her feet.

“I love you, my darling girl,” she cries as she’s dragged out of the room, her pale skinny legs kicking at the guard, her hair unraveling in glorious waves around her face. She’s never looked more beautiful or wild. That’s the woman I’m going to remember as my mother.

The door slams behind her and tears spill down my cheeks.

“I love you too, Mom,” I whisper.

It’s the first time I’ve ever said those words out loud. I never truly felt it before, and now she’s gone. At least she’s going to live. I don’t know what this “rehabilitation center” is, but it sounds better than my fate. That gives me some small comfort.

I look up at the red light flickering on the CCTV camera. Somewhere in the prison, another camera is watching Ash. I don’t want him going to trial, but he’d never retract his confession.

All I can do is hope I’m convicted. That’s the only way to save him.

39

ASH

THE COURTROOM IS HEAVING
with people, and there are thousands more protesters waiting outside. Through the arched windows, placards bob up and down like jack-in-the-boxes. They all say one of two things:
NATALIE BUCHANAN GUILTY!
or
ASH FISHER GUILTY!
Opinion is really divided about which one of us should be punished for Gregory’s death. Beetle, Roach and Day are sitting in the viewing gallery. They give me a thumbs-up.

I scan the room, in search of Natalie. It’s been two agonizing weeks since our arrest, the longest fourteen days of my life. The only thing that’s been keeping me going has been the thought of seeing her again. My heart yanks when I spot her sitting at a table to the right of the courtroom, looking pale and thin in a loose gray dress. Her hands and feet are shackled, like mine.

Our eyes lock across the room, and I exhale. It feels like I’ve been holding my breath for weeks. A slight smile plays on her lips. We mustn’t look too happy to see each other: no one except our closest friends and family know our true relationship, and I intend to keep it that way. We don’t want to add “race traitor” to our sentence; we’d both be executed for sure, then. At least at the moment, there’s a fifty-fifty chance Natalie will walk free.

Please, Lord. Don’t let her die. Not for me.

It hurts me to see that she has no one with her. Then again, I heard her mother had been sent to a rehabilitation center in Centrum. It just makes me more determined to clear Natalie’s name and get her out of here so she can take care of Polly.

I lightly place a hand over my heart. It’s a small gesture, but she knows what it means: I love you, I miss you, I’m with you.

The prison guard tugs my arm, dragging me toward my table on the left-hand side of the courtroom, opposite Natalie’s. Dad is already waiting for me. He gives me a quick hug and tries to hide his shock at my bony frame.

“Where’s Sigur?” I ask Dad.

“He wasn’t allowed to come,” Dad replies. “He tried—”

“It’s okay. You’re here. That’s all that matters.”

An usher enters the room. “All rise.”

I suddenly feel sick with nerves. This is really happening. It’s not some horrible nightmare. I’m actually on trial for Gregory Thompson’s murder.

A side door opens, and the Quorum of Three enters, all dressed in their ceremonial red robes. The courtroom falls silent as the judges take their seats on the platform in the center of the room. The first judge is a female Darkling with a long, serious face. I vaguely recognize her from my first visit to the Legion. I think her name is Logan Henrikk. She’s here because of me; since I’m a twin-blood, there has to be a Darkling on the Quorum to ensure a fair ruling.

The second judge is a willowy man with thinning hair, thick glasses and a hooked nose. He takes the seat on the right. Finally, the third judge—a man in his late fifties, with immaculate dark brown hair and a strong chin—takes his seat between the two other judges, indicating his seniority over them. I’ve seen his face in the newspapers: his name’s Benedict Knox. He was also lead judge at the Emissary’s trial.

Natalie glances at me. She recognizes him too. My heart sinks. If he convicted the Emissary, he might be prejudiced against Natalie and vote to convict her.

“Be seated,” the usher says.

I can’t concentrate as he takes us through what’s going to happen today, but that’s okay. Dad’s already explained it to me. The way it works is our Criminal Justice Bureau—the CJB—compiles a list of witnesses to bring to the Quorum of Three. The judges then call the witnesses in turn to hear their testimony. The Quorum of Three acts as both defense and prosecution to the accused, and they can ask questions to validate or discredit a witness’s statement. After all the witnesses have spoken and all the evidence has been reviewed, the Quorum of Three cast their votes and make their verdict.

The system is rife with corruption, as it all boils down to the list of witnesses the CJB puts forward to the Quorum. Usually the witnesses go in favor of whoever paid them the most money: the victim's family or the accused. During any other circumstance, I’d be certain of being convicted, but given the fact that Natalie is the Emissary’s daughter, and she’s not the most popular person with Purian Rose right now, there’s a chance he’s gotten involved and swayed the witnesses in my favor. I just have to hope he wants to see me convicted of Gregory’s murder more than her.

The lead judge, Benedict Knox, speaks, his deep voice commanding the courtroom.

“The Quorum wishes to hear the testimony of Natalie Buchanan.”

Natalie steps up to the witness stand beside the judges’ platform, her delicate hands balled into fists. She’s shaking all over. I want to hold her, kiss her, tell her everything will be all right. All she has to do is tell them I killed Gregory, and she’ll be free.

She sits down, her eyes flicking toward mine.

Say I did it,
I silently plead.

“Please relate your version of the events,” Logan Henrikk says. Her voice is surprisingly light and lyrical for such a serious-looking woman.

Natalie licks her lips. She briefly tells them about my fight with Sebastian, how he’d dropped his sword during the brawl, and how Gregory had held a blade to her throat.

“Then what happened?” Logan asks.

“Gregory threw me on the ground beside Ash. He raised his sword, and it was clear he intended to kill us. So I grabbed Sebastian’s abandoned sword and thrust it into Gregory’s chest.” Natalie looks at me. “I did it. I killed Gregory Thompson.”

There are excited murmurs from the viewing galley.

Day hides her face against Beetle’s chest.

I shake my head. Natalie must know this isn’t what I wanted.

Natalie steps down from the witness stand and returns to her table, not looking at me.

I’m called up next.

The judges turn their gaze on me as I take my seat. The courtroom is so silent, I can hear my heart beating. It’s funny, when you consider a month ago I didn’t even have a heartbeat. I glance at Dad. His eyes plead with me to tell them Natalie did it.

“In your own words, tell us what happened,” the willowy male judge says.

I recount the events. The details are the same as Natalie’s version of the incident, up until the bit where Gregory is killed.

“He lifted his sword over his head,” I say. “I knew he was going to kill me—he hated me, and I hated him. He murdered my mother.”

That gets a few gasps from the spectators.

“Go on,” Benedict Knox says.

“I knew this was my best chance to get my revenge on Gregory for what he did,” I say. “So I grabbed Sebastian’s sword and stabbed Gregory Thompson.”

Natalie shuts her eyes. A tear rolls down her cheek.

I’m dismissed. Logan Henrikk frowns at me as I pass her. I’m not doing the Darkling cause much good being on trial for murdering a Tracker, but I don’t care. All that’s important is saving Natalie.

Several other witnesses who were in the square that day are called to the stand. They tell their own versions of events. Some say I did it, the others say Natalie. It goes on like this all morning, until we’re all exhausted listening to the testimonies. It’s clear from their tense postures that the judges are starting to get frustrated. How can you determine someone’s guilt when half the people must be lying?

So far it’s fifty-fifty between me and Natalie.

“How many witnesses left?” Benedict Knox asks the usher.

“Two, your honor,” he says.

I take a deep breath.

This is it. The end of the trial. Whatever the next two witnesses say will determine our fate.

“Bring in the next witness,” Benedict Knox calls.

The room goes silent as Sebastian enters the room, dressed in his Tracker uniform. A shiny gold medal in the shape of a rose gleams on his chest.
So he got that promotion after all.

He gives me an icy look as he walks by.

I smile, allowing myself the first flicker of hope that Natalie is going to be spared.

The people in the viewing gallery lean forward in their seats, eager to hear what he’s going to say. The word of a high-ranking official, like a Head Tracker, holds a lot of sway in court. If it comes to deadlock with the witnesses’ testimonies, what he says now could swing the Quorum’s vote.

Sebastian sits down. The Quorum runs through a few preliminary questions before asking him to give his testimony. I don’t dare breathe.

“This creature”—he points to me—“charged at me. We fought and during the struggle I was disarmed. Ash Fisher intended to kill me. I only got away because of Gregory Thompson. He saved my life. He was a hero.”

“Did you see what happened next?” Logan Henrikk asks.

He wasn’t even there! He ran away like a coward.

Sebastian turns to look at me. A dark emotion blazes across his face.

This is it, his chance to get his revenge on me.

A cold smile plays across his lips.

Sebastian looks back at the judges.

“I saw Natalie Buchanan pick up my sword and run it through Gregory Thompson’s chest,” he says.

“No!” I yell. “I did it, I did it!”

There are startled noises from the viewing gallery.

I look at Natalie. She seems almost . . .
happy.

I bury my face in my hands.
No, no, no, no, no.

Sebastian is dismissed.

He got his revenge, all right. He knew hurting Natalie was the only way to get back at me.

“Silence!” the usher calls out, and the courtroom falls silent once more.

“Call in the final witness,” Benedict Knox says.

I sink down in my seat, knowing it’s over. All the color seems to drain from the world. The girl I love is going to be executed.

Natalie, I’m sorry.

She smiles softly at me, holding my gaze across the courtroom. She places a hand over her heart, mirroring my earlier gesture.

I love you,
she’s saying to me.

I swallow a painful lump in my throat.

The door swings open, and Juno Jones walks in. Her expression is blank, although there are dark circles under her eyes like she hasn’t slept in days. She doesn’t look at either me or Natalie as she takes her seat in the witness stand. She’s dressed in a tight, corseted blouse and leather trousers, her fiery red hair tied back into a slick ponytail. She’s carrying a small black bag.

“Miss Jones, you were at the town square at the time of the riot?” Logan Henrikk asks.

“Yes, I was there filming a report for Black City News,” she replies.

“Did you see the attack on Gregory Thompson?” Benedict says.

Juno shakes her head. “No, I was too far away. But we caught the incident on camera.”

My heart starts to tremble.

Juno produces a digital disk from her bag and hands it to the usher, who sets up a screen and digital disk player. The lights are turned out as the screen flickers to life. All around me I can see the glimmering eyes of the audience, watching enraptured.

Footage of the riot bursts onto the screen. There are screams and shouts, and it’s like I’m back there, smelling the blood, the fear. Caught in the middle of the fighting are me and Sebastian. We’re on the ground, throwing punches at each other. Gregory holds a blade up to Natalie’s throat.

My heart freezes as I watch the events unfold:

I release Sebastian, and he runs out of sight, leaving his sword.

Gregory throws Natalie to the ground.

He raises his weapon.

Natalie and I reach for Sebastian’s sword at the same time.

The cameraman is knocked to the ground.

Gregory yells off screen, “This is for Chris!”

For a moment, all you can see are people’s feet running in front of the lens.

There’s a clap of thunder.

The camera is lifted to reveal—

Me.

Holding the bloodied sword.

I drop the weapon to the ground.