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Authors: Michael Grant
The small room was suddenly very cold. Roscoe shivered.
He went to the window hoping for light. There was a moon but the light was faint. Roscoe pulled his shirt over his head. He looked down at the spot on his stomach.
It was moving. The flesh itself. He could feel it under his fingertips. Like something poking back at him. But he couldn’t feel it from the inside, couldn’t feel it in his stomach. And he realized that his entire body was numb. He could feel with his fingertips but not the skin of his stomach—
The skin split!
“Ahhhh!”
He was touching it as it split, and he shrieked in terror and something pushed its way out through a bloodless hole.
“Oh, God, oh, God, oh, no no no no!”
Roscoe screamed and leaped for the door. His hand clawed at the knob as he babbled and wept and the door was locked, locked, oh, God, no, they had locked him in.
He banged at the door, but it was the middle of the night. Who would hear him in the empty town hall?
“Hey! Hey! Is anyone there? Help me. Help me. Please, please, someone help me!”
He banged and the thing in his belly stuck out half an inch. He was scared to look at it. But he did and he screamed again because it was a mouth now, a gnashing insect mouth full of parts like no normal mouth. Hooked, wicked mandibles clicked. It was inside him, chewing its way out.
Hatching from him.
“Help me, help me, don’t leave me here like this!”
But who would hear him? Sinder? No. Not anymore. That was over. All over. And he was alone and friendless. No one even to hear as he screamed and begged.
The window. He grabbed the pillow from his bed and pushed it against the glass and then punched it hard. The pane shattered. He took off his shoe and smashed at the starred glass until most of it fell tinkling to the street below.
Then he screamed for help. Screamed into the Perdido Beach night air.
No answer.
“Help me! Please, please, oh, God, please help me! You can’t just leave me locked up!”
But still, no answer.
Fear took hold of him, deep crazy-making fear.
No. No. No no no no, this couldn’t be happening. He hadn’t done anything to hurt anyone, he hadn’t done anything awful. Why? Why was this happening to him?
Roscoe fell to his knees and begged God. God, please, no, no, no, I didn’t do anything wrong. I wasn’t brave or strong but I wasn’t bad, either. Not like this, please, God, no no no, not like this.
Roscoe felt an itching in the middle of his back.
He sat down and cried.
DIANA FED
PENNY
a little late. But Penny didn’t complain. She was off in some dream that had her smiling to herself, smiling at her own illusions.
The bathroom reeked of human waste. Penny was sitting on the tile floor, legs twisted in front of her, just sitting on a plastic exercise mat.
“Hey, you want to take a shower?” Diana asked.
Penny didn’t respond, just giggled at something Diana couldn’t see.
Diana bent down and tapped her shoulder. She had to do it several times before Penny’s faraway eyes focused on Diana.
Penny laughed. “Oh, that’s the real you, isn’t it?”
“As real as I get,” Diana answered.
“You come to feed the zoo animal?”
“Here’s your food. But I thought you might want to take a shower or bath. I could help you.”
“Is it because I smell like a sewer? Is that it?”
“Yes,” Diana said bluntly. Without waiting for an answer, she went to the tub, a huge oval affair, all pink marble.
How long the water would last, Diana didn’t know. But for right now there was water and it was even hot. There was an assortment of Bulgari bath beads, salts, and shampoos. She popped a couple of the bath cubes into the water.
Penny wasn’t wearing much, just a dirty yellow tank top and a pair of stained pink shorts. She had two pairs of socks on over her broken ankles.
“How’s the pain?” Diana asked.
“Painful. Feels kind of like someone broke my legs and my ankles and my feet. I’ll show you what it feels like.”
Suddenly a pack of rabid, vicious dogs were there in the room. Their eyes were red, their breath steamed, they snapped at Diana, ready to launch themselves and rip her apart.
Then they were gone.
“Like that,” Penny said, taking malicious pleasure from the way Diana had leaped back, batting wildly at the illusion.
Diana calmed herself. Getting upset would just give Penny more of a sense of power.
“Sorry,” Diana said for lack of anything else to say. “Eat something while the tub fills.”
“You don’t have to stay here. I can haul myself up into the tub.” She scooped some of the spaghetti and meat sauce into her mouth with her hand.
“You could drown.”
“Yeah, that would be terrible, wouldn’t it?”
Diana didn’t answer. There was nothing but pain in Penny’s future. There was no way to fix her legs, not without Lana, and nothing to treat the pain but Tylenol and Motrin. It was like trying to put out a forest fire with a squirt gun.
“It’s good you have your power,” Diana said.
“Yeah. It’s great. Really great. It’s like having my own kind of sucky movie theater. You want to know what I was seeing when you came in?”
Diana was pretty sure she did not.
“I was creating monsters with needle teeth. Like vampires, I guess, but more like wolves, like rabid bats, like every scary thing you see pictures of living down at the bottom of the ocean. And you know what they were doing?”
“Let me help get your shorts off.”
Diana knelt and worked Penny’s shorts down her thighs. Carefully, as gently as she could. But still Penny made a rising, shuddering cry of pain.
“They were ripping you apart, Diana,” Penny gasped through gritted teeth. “They were all over you, Diana, doing every horrible thing I could think of.”
“Lift your arms.”
Diana pulled the shirt, none too gently, over Penny’s head.
“Watching you scream in my head helps keep me from screaming,” Penny said.
“Whatever works,” Diana said.
She put her arm under Penny’s, bent low, and lifted her. The girl wasn’t heavy. Food had not cured Penny’s runway-model thinness.
“Oh, oh, ohhhhhh,” Penny sobbed as Diana lifted her.
Diana rested Penny on the edge of the tub, reached awkwardly to turn off the water.
“Caine could do this easier,” Penny said. “But he won’t, will he? He doesn’t want to come in here and see his handiwork. Not the mighty Caine.”
Diana maneuvered to bear most of Penny’s weight and lower her bottom first into the hot water. Her twisted pipe-cleaner legs dragged, then followed their owner into the tub.
Penny screamed.
“Sorry,” Diana said.
“Oh, God, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!”
Diana stood back. Penny was sweating, even paler than before. But she stopped screaming. She lay back against the tub, up to her chest in water and bubbles.
“There’s a sprayer. I’ll wash your hair.” Diana turned on the nozzle, tested the water temperature, and played it over Penny’s lank hair.
She worked in shampoo until it foamed.
“Just like the hair salon,” Penny said.
“Yeah. Probably where I’ll end up working someday,” Diana said.
“Nah, not you, you’re too smart,” Penny said. She had closed her eyes. Diana rinsed shampoo down Penny’s face and neck. “Beautiful and smart and you have Caine all to yourself now, don’t you?”
Diana sighed. “I’m a loser, Penny. Same as you.”
Caine burst in. He looked startled. “I heard screaming.”
“Oh, sorry about that,” Penny snarled. “I hope I didn’t wake you up, you piece of—”
“You okay?” Caine asked Diana.
“She’s perfect,” Penny said. “Perfect hair, perfect teeth, perfect skin. Plus she has legs that work, which is really cool.”
“I’m out of here,” Caine said.
“No,” Diana said, “Help me lift her back out.”
“Yeah, Caine, don’t you want to see me naked? I’m still kind of hot. If you don’t mind my legs. Just don’t look at them. Because they’ll kind of make you sick.”
To Diana’s surprise Caine said, “Whenever you’re ready.”
Diana popped the drain.
“Why don’t you just kill me?” Penny demanded. “You know you will sooner or later, Caine. You know you can’t take care of me forever. You want to do it, don’t you?”
Diana tried to read the answer in Caine’s eyes. Nothing. There were times she was sure she saw human decency there. And other times when his dark eyes were as pitiless as a shark’s.
“Okay, raise her up,” Diana said.
Caine stepped closer and lifted up his hands. Penny rose from the water like some awful parody of a surfacing dolphin. She rose and the water fell and bubbles slid off her.
Diana took the nozzle and sprayed Penny off as she floated a few feet in the air. Even the touch of the water on her legs made Penny wince and grit her teeth.
Diana spread a clean towel over the mat and Caine set Penny down slowly. Gently.
“I could fill your head with living nightmares,” Penny said to Caine. “I could make you scream like I scream.”
“But then I would kill you, Penny,” Caine said coldly. “And I don’t think you’re quite ready to die.”
Albert stared at the ledger book like it could answer his worries. But it was the source of his worries. The columns where he normally entered the amount of produce coming in from the fields, the number of pigeons or gulls caught by Brianna, the number of rats sold to him, the quantity of birds, raccoons, opossums, squirrels, or deer brought in by Hunter, were all empty for this day.
Albert reminded himself to get someone down to the dock to bring up the catch. He should have done it earlier, but it had been a hectic day. Maybe he could send Jamal. Speaking of which, where was Jamal? He was supposed to be back by sunset and it was well after that.
Albert made a mental note to himself: give Dahra something nice as a reward for her quick thinking. If Quinn and his people had been brought down by this flu, the situation would be even more desperate.
Albert had a page for water. Bottled water found in homes or cars: nothing in days. Water trucked in: nothing in a day.
Just like that, in the blink of an eye, Perdido Beach had gone from self-sufficient at a very, very basic level to disaster.
Albert glanced around the room. His natural caution had become something closer to paranoia lately. The house was empty—even the maid was away. But what he was about to do would have been troublesome if observed: he opened his desk and pulled out a bottle of water.
It made a snapping sound as he broke the seal on the bottle of Arrowhead water. He drank deep, then carefully sealed the bottle and hid it away again.
He closed the ledger. Nothing to add to the incoming columns.
Then an unmistakable noise: shattering glass.
Albert froze. The sound was from close by. The kitchen?
He hesitated only a moment, running through his options. Then he reached under the desk, fumbled for and found the pistol taped to the underside.
A door opened. He heard the sound of it and felt the air pressure change and pushed back his chair and tried to rip the tape free so he could hold the gun properly as he’d been shown by Edilio, but he was too slow, too late, they were in the room and on him.
Turk, Lance, Watcher, and Raul. All armed.
It was Watcher—a quiet eleven-year-old who had been caught stealing—who whacked his knee with a crowbar.
“Aaahh!” It hadn’t been that hard a swing but the pain shot up his leg and for a second he could think of nothing else. He’d never felt pain like that. His ankle and foot were tingling like he’d stepped on a downed power line.
“Get him!”
“Yeah!”
“Hit him again!”
“No!” Albert yelled, but the next blow came from Turk, who smashed the butt of his rifle into Albert’s face. His nose gushed blood. This was more numbing than painful. His thoughts were scattered, ripped into fragments.
“Wha . . . ?” he said.
His pistol, gone. Where? He squeezed his hand, stupid for a few seconds, not able to figure out—
Turk grabbed him from the back of his neck and slammed him facedown on the ledger. A distant part of Albert’s mind worried that his blood would seep onto the pages and make them hard to read.
He groaned as someone punched him in the back and in the side and ground his face savagely against the ledger.
Turk yanked him back and shoved him against the wall. Albert’s legs gave way and he fell on his rear end.
The four of them loomed over him. Albert knew he was crying as well as bleeding. And he knew that both his tears and his blood would make the creeps happy.
“What do you want?” he said, slurring his words, realizing a broken tooth was stuck into his tongue.
“What do we want?” Turk mocked. “Everything, Albert. We want everything.”
After cleaning Penny, Diana felt the need for a shower herself.
She shampooed. She conditioned. She shaved her legs and armpits. So normal. So like being home. Except that here her mother’s creepy boyfriends didn’t sneak in to get a look at her and pretend they’d come looking for aspirin or whatever.
She turned off the shower with great reluctance. She could stand there under the spray forever. But in the back of her mind was the knowledge that they had all wasted food until they were starving. She had learned a deep lesson about waste.
She wrapped one of the soft bath sheets around herself and brushed her teeth.
She went toward her bed and found Caine waiting there for her. He was standing awkwardly, chewing his thumbnail.
“Napoleon?” she asked him.
“No,” he said, and looked down at the floor.
“Uh-huh.”
“I helped with Penny.”
“Yes, you did. And you only threatened to kill her once.”
A flicker of a smile. “Even Sam would have threatened her.”
Diana went to him. They did not touch. But they stood just inches away. Close enough for Diana to feel his breath on her face.