Man Made Boy (29 page)

Once we were passed the doorway, I said, “What was—”

“Chupacabra,” said Knossos.

“I thought that was an urban—”

“Myth? Aren’t we all?” He shook his feathered head.
“Although poor Javier may be the last of his kind. So perhaps the word is not so far off where he is concerned.”

We finally reached the next doorway. Only two doors down from the room I was in, but it had to have been fifty yards or more. My legs and back had gone from sore to painful again. Knossos had been right. I wasn’t really up to this yet. But I had to calm Claire down. I hated to think how they were treating her, especially if they thought she was human.

As I looked into the room, I saw it was even worse than I’d thought. They had her strapped down to some kind of elevated gurney. She was naked and bruised and screaming like an animal. She’d managed to rip one restraint off, and a centaur was holding her arm in place.

He looked at us with relief. “A little help, huh?”

I don’t know why that set me off, but it did. The anger burst into my arms, washing away the pain and pretty much every ounce of patience and rational thought I had. I charged into the room, grabbed him by both shoulders, and shoved him away from her. Of course, shoving someone with the lower body of a horse isn’t exactly easy. His hooves only skidded a few feet back on the tiles.

“What the hell?” he said, and came at me. I grabbed him and threw him down to one side.

“Back the fuck off!” I shouted. Then I turned to Claire. She was still screaming and flailing around. She nearly punched me in the face. “Claire, it’s okay,” I shouted over her screams. “It’s Boy. I’m here. Everything’s going to be okay.”

Her eyes blinked rapidly and she looked up me.

“Boy?” she said, like she was having trouble remembering.

“Yeah, Claire it’s me. We made it to Oz. Remember? Finding brains and hearts and stuff? This is The Commune.”

“They…” Her face crumpled. “I’m…Why am I tied up? Why am I naked? Why am I hurt?”

“Get me something to cover her,” I snapped at the centaur. He stared up at me stupidly from the floor where I’d thrown him. “NOW!”

He scrambled awkwardly onto all four legs and started rummaging around in a cabinet set into the wall.

Claire had gone limp and was making strange keening sounds deep in her throat. “I got you,” I said as I quickly removed the restraints, trying not to look at her nakedness. “Everything’s okay now.”

“I thought….” she whispered.

As the restraints came off, she fell limply into my arms, pressing her face against my bare chest. The centaur threw me a thin, wool blanket like the kind I had around my waist and I wrapped her tightly in it. She was shivering uncontrollably now, like she was going into shock.

“You’re okay now,” I said over and over again as I stroked her smooth, black hair.

“I thought it was Robert,” she said into my chest. “That he caught me, that I was being
removed
.”

“No, no, it was all just a stupid misunderstanding,” I said, glaring at the centaur. “It’s all cleared up now. I got you.”

The blanket wrapped around her began to loosen and I noticed her feeling lighter. Then she slowly shifted into Sophie in my arms.

“Oh, hey,” said the centaur. “She’s not human, is she?”

“Obviously,” said Knossos, who had remained in the doorway throughout the exchange. “I think we’ve made rather a mess of things, Rhoecus. The Dragon Lady will want to know about this.”

A LITTLE WHILE later, Sophie and I were back in the plain, off-white, windowless room I woke up in. We had our clothes back, but of course Claire’s clothes didn’t really fit Sophie. The T-shirt hung down on her like a nightshirt and she had to roll up the running pants so many times it looked like she had doughnuts around her ankles. She wasn’t acting like the perky, never-take-anything-seriously Sophie that I knew, either. She sat next to me on the cot, staring at the terra-cotta tile floor, her shoulder nestled into me. Every once in a while, a shiver ran through her.

“You okay?” I asked.

She shrugged, not looking at me. “I didn’t want to be out.”

“You mean, you didn’t want to switch with Claire?”

“Yeah.”

“So why did you?”

“She made me.”

It never occurred to me that sometimes they fought not for who got out, but for who stayed in.

“She’s always been the stronger one,” said Sophie. “When she wants to be.”

“Why did she think Robert got her? I mean, I’m assuming he doesn’t look much like a centaur.”

“It was the strapped down to a gurney creepy science thing. The last time we saw Robert, he had us strapped down like that. He…did things to us.”

“Oh,” I said. “I’m sorry.”

She brought her knees up to her chest and pulled the oversized T-shirt tight across her shins. “He’s why we ran away from home. We just couldn’t take it anymore. After Claire’s mom killed our dad, Robert got obsessed with the idea of purging
the Hyde out of us. He would stay locked up in his lab for days at a time. We never saw Stephen. But sometimes, late at night, we would hear him in their room, crying, begging Robert to leave him alone. Swearing he’d never come out again. He’d just hide forever. But of course, you can’t help it. Sometimes you don’t even mean to do it or it happens while you’re sleeping. We knew it. Stephen knew it. And Robert knew it. That’s when the experiments started for real. When we started hearing the screaming from their room.”

“Do you know what he was doing?”

“Some of it. And the stuff we saw…” She shuddered. “It must have hurt both of them. But he didn’t stop. And when the pain got so bad that he couldn’t experiment on himself anymore? That’s when he started experimenting on us.”

“What did he do to you?” I actually kind of didn’t want to know. But it seemed like she really needed to tell somebody.

“He would give us injections.” Her eyes grew distant and her tone got strangely calm. Like it was someone else’s life she was remembering. “At first, he was mostly just working out ways to force the transformation. He’d strap us down to the chair thing and give us an injection that would force the transformation. Then he’d give us another injection that would make us change back. It was exhausting, but it didn’t really hurt. Then he started messing with things. He’d make us start to change with one injection, and then halfway through, he’d stop us with another injection. Sometimes we’d get stuck halfway for days. Like my legs, Claire’s arms. Or some other combination. It…hurt to stay stuck like that. It felt like slowly getting torn apart. Especially after he really started to fine-tune it and we’d get stuck with half a face each, half a heart each, a mismatched patchwork of Claire and me. And neither of us could comfort the other one because
we were both in pain. It felt so…alone. That was awful. Being alone for the first time in my life.”

She shivered again, so I put my arm around her. She felt so small and delicate. Like a bird.

“You’re not alone anymore,” I said. “Neither of you. I promised Adam Iron that I wouldn’t abandon you.”

She smiled and patted my arm. “You’re a good guy, Boy.”

“Yeah…” I said, remembering when Laurellen and Mozart told me that right before my first pathetic date with Liel. It hadn’t seemed like a compliment then. I wasn’t sure if it was now, either.

“Grrr, and so tough and beefy!” She squeezed my bicep with her thin fingertips, a glimmer of the old Sophie silliness showing in her eyes.

“Ow,” I said. “Still sore.”

The glimmer in her eyes faded. “Yeah, me too.”

I brushed a corkscrew curl out of her face. “How could your own brother hurt you like that?”

“He thought he was helping me. No matter what I said, he thought I wanted to get rid of Claire as much as he wanted to get rid of Stephen. Arrogant prick. So bloody obsessed with trying to make the world perfect through science, which really just meant proving what a genius he was. It never occurred to him to consider how he was harming people along the way to achieving his ‘greater good.’”

“Like his grandfather. Like a creator.” It came out thick and hollow when I said it. “Like me.”

She looked up at me, her forehead wrinkled. “What Claire said to you before. About you being like Victor Frankenstein. That was a terrible thing for her to say.”

“But what if it’s true? I’ve always thought of myself as one of the poor created monsters of the world. But when I think about
it, it seems like I have more in common with Victor than with my dad. I never considered how VI was feeling, how I might have hurt her. Sophie, think how alone she must have felt when she was first created. How lost and scared. And if she didn’t know how to care for people, if she didn’t value life, maybe it’s because no one ever taught her. Maybe I
am
just another asshole creator.”

“I think the fact that you’re troubled by it already proves that you’re not,” she said.

“Maybe. I just hope the Sphinx can help me find a way to make it right.”

RHOECUS THE CENTAUR obviously felt badly about how he’d treated Claire earlier. He kept coming in and asking if we needed anything in this quiet, meek way. I was still a little irritated, though. What if I
had
been traveling with a human? Would he not have felt bad then? Did he think it was okay to strap people down to gurneys naked against their will as long as they were human? I really wasn’t sure I wanted to have anything to do with the guy.

But Sophie found uses for him. After a lot of explanation about how Americans always screwed up tea, she got him to make her “a proper cuppa.” It seemed to be as much about the cookies as the actual tea. She also got him to get her a pair of scissors so she didn’t have to roll up her shirtsleeves and pants anymore. The shirt collar still slid off her shoulder a lot, but that actually looked pretty cute.

Finally, after about two hours of waiting, a tall figure suddenly loomed in the doorway.

Sophie’s eyebrow shot up and she started to say, “What is—”

“Hey,” I said, cutting her off. “Javier, right?”

The chupacabra nodded his panther face.
“Sí.”

“¿Hablas inglés?”
I asked.

“Un poquito.”
He motioned for us to follow him. “
Vámonos
.” Then he turned on long, kangaroo feet, revealing sharp spines down his back. He hopped out into the hallway, stopped, and beckoned to us again.
“Síganme. La Dama del Dragón está esperando.”

“What the hell is that creature?” hissed Sophie in her not-so-quiet whisper. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Chupacabra, I guess. And he said he did speak
a little
English, so be nice. I think he’s the last of his kind.” I slowly stood up, my muscles groaning at me. Then I turned and helped Sophie up. “I have a feeling a lot of creatures here are the last of their kind.”

“This whole place is alternately depressing me and freaking me out. Are you still thinking you want to stay here?”

“It was a bad first impression,” I said. “Maybe there’s whole other parts we just haven’t seen. Other creatures more…our age.”

“I suppose….” said Sophie, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, regardless, I want to talk to the Sphinx. And apparently, we have to get to him through this Dragon Lady.”

“I wonder what
she’s
like.”

“I’m picturing an old Chinese woman. But somehow I have a feeling that’s not really it.”

We followed Javier down a corridor that seemed to go on forever.

“This place is huge,” I said to Sophie. “I wonder how they’re concealing it from humans.”

“Maybe it’s underground, like you told Claire yesterday.”

“I guess it could be that. It doesn’t
feel
underground, though.”

“How does something ‘feel underground’?”

“I can’t really describe it. But take it from someone who grew up mostly underground, it feels different.”

Suddenly, Javier stopped.

“Aquí,”
he said, pointing at a darkened doorway. A weird smell came from the room, something at once sharp and dank.

“Ugh,” said Sophie. “We have to go in there?”

Javier nodded.

“Come on.” I held out my hand to her. She slipped her slender hand into my big, clumsy one. Then we walked into the dark room.