The Unidentified (26 page)

Authors: Rae Mariz

Tags: #Young Adult, Dystopia, Mystery, Speculative Fiction, Romance, #molly

Cayenne ran over and gave me a huge hug. “Are you having fun?” she called over the music.

I looked over at Ari. Cayenne followed my gaze, then said, “Come on. You don’t have time for that. Help me pass these out.” She gave me a collection of heartthrobs and I entered the crowd to greet our guests.

In the jostle of people, I thought I saw a familiar face. Or not even a face. The parking lot lights reflected blankly off the smooth, flesh-colored mask, but was absorbed into the darkness of the eyeholes. He looked even more menacing than he had at the War Game riot. He stood on the fringes facing me. I could imagine his smirk hidden behind the expressionless plastic.

Then he turned around. Jeremy Swift had tapped him on the shoulder and two members of the riot-check authorities were taking him into custody.

“Oh, did Swift find someone not on the guest list?”

Mikey said as if he didn’t have anything to do with it.

Tycho had just started playing the “Background Checks” track. It sounded incredible to hear the tiny unnoticed parts of our everyday get amplified into full recognition. Hear it pulsing loud in the cool night.

Everyone was dancing.

“They’re going to cut the power,” Mikey said, holding my arm.

He pointed to the riot police sent here to break up our “illegal” gathering as the administrators promised.

“Then let’s dance while we can,” I said to him, and we joined the crowd.

This part of the track worked the low-level hum of the electricity wires behind the Game into an intricate bassline.

A loop of the World Languages garble and dishes crashing in Culture Shock arranged with the idiosyncratic keystrokes and mouse clicks in the Arcade kept a crazy rhythm behind one exquisite, never-repeating birdsong melody trilling high above all of that.

Just when the song was ending, when all the background rhythms were fading back to let the starling sing its aria in the spotlight, the lights cut out.

Silence. All around us, the logo lights of the Game blinked out and disappeared. The parking lot got so dark not even the asphalt sparkled. Even the buzz of electricity in the wires overhead, that most people didn’t even hear before, made themselves conspicuous by their silence. The quiet was intense.

I stopped holding my breath.

“What happened?” Cayenne whispered, not wanting to destroy the magical silence.

Tiny lights flashed erratically around us. For a second I thought it was the light of stars. That somehow with all the lights out, we could see them twinkling on Earth. But it was the heartthrobs.

“We routed the power from the Game generators,”

Mikey told her, catching my eye. “They had to shut that off to shut this down.” The light from his heartthrob lit his face, though not as bright as his smile did. “Oops.”

The strobe-blinking of the tiny diodes made people’s faces stop-motion in the darkness. The way darkness. I was still shocked at how quiet everyone was.

They were all huddled tight together, sitting down, looking up. The lights that had left the buildings around us were still echoed in the starry sky. We could see them now in the perfect silence. We had turned off the Game. Even if it was only temporary, for this one moment they didn’t have the power. We did.

I was about to go track down the other Unidentified to whisper-discuss our next move. But Mikey stopped me, the lazy pulsing of his heartbeat lighting up his face. “Put yours on,” he said, and slipped a heartthrob around my wrist. He looked down at it, waiting expectantly for it to come to life.

He was still holding my hand. “Watch, we can make them beat the same,” he said.

I stood with Mikey and watched the lights flash. They weren’t synched at all . I moved to pull it off again, but Mikey said, “Wait.”

He moved closer so we stood together, forehead to forehead. Hiding the light from the people who were checking out the sky.

“Watch.”

My heartbeat was always just a little after his, but I watched. And we were together. And he waited.

And then, blink…blink…blink…

The tiny lights matched up and were flashing together. I laughed and stared, amazed. Our hearts were beating at the same time, Mikey’s and mine.

And together they started to beat faster.

Mikey tilted his head just a little and kissed me lightly.

He kind of missed my lips, his just barely brushing the corner of my mouth. But the place his mouth touched mine tingled with heartbeat electricity.

I smiled, embarrassed, and pulled the thing off my wrist. I still felt the pounding inside, though. The shocks and jolts.

I looked around at the faces looking up, faintly lit by random heartbeats now and then. The authorities sprang into action. Raising their batons, they began to beat a predictable rhythm onto their plastic shields and moved in to break us up.

Everyone sat so calmly, so silently in the dark shadows, not taking their eyes off the sky.

“Look at that,” Mikey said softly, squeezing my hand.

I looked up.

Shit, there were a lot of stars.

GAME OVER

We are the Unidentified. Or maybe we’re not. Maybe you’ll never know who we are.

In one night, unauthorized parking-lot parties took place outside 243 Game sites nationwide. The Unidentified didn’t do that, the people who participated did that. Some of the gatherings were busted up by law enforcement citing the underage gathering prohibition, but others kept going until the sky lightened and the parking lot lamps blinked out.

It doesn’t matter if everyone is watching. Or if no one is. We are going to keep making noise. With the hope of one day beating the Game.

Acknowledgments

Thanks to Maya Rock for the push and Alessandra Balzer for the pull; they are the forces responsible for making all these ideas book shaped and I’m going to owe those ladies forever. High-fives to the Musers for their nonstop support during the never-ending writing process, especially Brianna Privett at Utopian.net, Suzanne Young, and Ryan Gebhart. Thank you, Jeff Katz, for recommending that I read the YA book that led me to want to write them—I know you were just doing your job, but this is all your fault. I need to thank the friends who offered to read the early versions of this, and my apologies to those who actually did. And to all the anonymous artist-vandals and my secret partners in crime, thank you for the endless inspiration and for refusing to play the Game.

Copyright

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The Unidentified

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Mariz, Rae.

The Unidentified / Rae Mariz.—1st ed.

p. cm.

Summary: In a futuristic alternative school set in a shopping mall where video game-playing students are observed and used by

corporate sponsors for market research, Katey “Kid” Dade struggles to figure out where she fits in, and whether she even wants to.

[1. Identity—Fiction. 2. Corporate sponsorship—Fiction. 3. Alternative schools—Fiction. 4. Schools—Fiction. 5. Science fiction.] I. Title.

PZ7.M33913Un 2010

[Fic]—dc22

2009054254