Chaos Walking: The Complete Trilogy (68 page)

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“I hear Noise outside,” Mrs Fox says as I refill her water jug for the night.

“It’d only be remarkable if you
didn’t,
Mrs Fox.”

“Just by the window–”

“Soldiers smoking their cigarettes.”

“No, I’m sure it was–”

“I’m really very busy, Mrs Fox, if you don’t mind.”

I replace her pillows and empty her bedpan. She doesn’t speak again until I’m almost ready to go.

“Things aren’t like they used to be,” she says quietly.

“You can say that again.”

“Haven used to be better,” she says. “Not perfect. But better than this.”

And she just looks out of her window.

I’m dying with tiredness at the end of my rounds but I sit down on my bed and take out the note that hasn’t left my pocket. I read it for the hundredth, thousandth time.

My girl,

Now is the time you must choose.

Can we count on you?

The Answer

Not even a name, not even
her
name.

Almost three weeks I’ve had this note. Three weeks and nothing, so maybe that’s how much they think they can count on me. Not another note, not another sign, just stuck here in this house with Corinne– or Mistress Wyatt, as I have to call her now– and the patients. Women who’ve fallen sick in the normal course of things, yes, but also women who’ve returned from “interviews” with the Mayor’s men about the Answer, women with bruises and cuts, women with broken ribs, broken fingers, broken arms. Women with burns.

And those are the lucky ones, the ones who aren’t in prison.

And every third or fourth day,
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

And more are arrested and more are sent here.

And there’s no word from Mistress Coyle.

And no word from the Mayor.

No word about why I’m being left alone. You’d think I’d be the one who’d be taken in first, the one who’d have interview after interview, the one who’d be sitting rotting in a prison cell.

“But nothing,” I whisper. “Nothing at all.”

And no word from Todd.

I close my eyes. I’m too tired to feel anything. Every day, I look for ways to get to the communications tower but there are soldiers
everywhere
now, way too many to find a pattern, and it only gets worse with each new bomb.

“I’ve got to do
something,
” I say out loud. “I have to or I’ll go crazy.” I laugh. “I’ll go crazy and start talking to myself.”

I laugh some more, a lot more than how funny it actually is.

And there’s a knock at my window.

I sit up, my heart pumping.

“Mistress Coyle?” I say.

Is this it? Is it now?

Is this where I have to choose?

Can
they count on me?

(but is that
Noise
I can hear . . .?)

I get to my knees on the bed and pull the curtains back just far enough to look through a slit outside, expecting that frown, those fingers going over her forehead–

But it’s not her.

It’s not her at all.

“Todd!”

And I’m throwing back the sash and lifting up the glass and he’s leaning in and his Noise is saying my name and I’m putting my arms around him and dragging him inside, actually
lifting
him off the ground and pulling him through my window and he’s climbing up and we fall onto my bed and I’m on my back and he’s lying on top of me and my face is close to his and I remember how we were like this after we’d jumped under the waterfall with Aaron right behind us and I looked right into his eyes.

And I knew we’d be safe.

“Todd.”

In the light of my room, I see his eye is blacked and there’s blood on his nose and I’m saying, “What happened? Are you hurt? I can–”

But he just says, “It’s you.”

I don’t know how much time passes with us just lying there, just feeling that the other is really there, really true, really
alive,
feeling the safety of him, his weight against mine, the roughness of his fingers touching my face, his warmth and his smell and the dustiness of his clothes, and we barely speak and his Noise is roiling with feeling, with complicated things, with memories of me being shot, of how he felt when he thought I was dying, of how I feel now at his fingertips, but at the front of it all, he’s just saying,
Viola, Viola, Viola
.

And it’s Todd.

Bloody hell, it’s
Todd
.

And everything’s all right.

And then there are footsteps in the hall.

Footsteps that stop right outside my room.

We both look towards the door. A shadow is cast underneath it, two legs of someone standing just on the other side.

I wait for the knock.

I wait for the order to get him out of here.

I wait for the fight I’ll put up.

But then the feet walk away.

“Who was that?” Todd asks.

“Mistress Wyatt,” I say, and I can hear the surprise in my own voice.

“And then the bombs started going off,” I finish, “and he only called for me twice, early on, to ask me if I knew anything and I didn’t, I truly didn’t, and then that was it. Nothing. That’s all I know about him, I swear.”

“He ain’t barely spoken to me since the bombs neither,” Todd says, looking down at his feet. “I was worried it was you setting ’em off.”

I see the bridge blowing up in his Noise. I see me being the one to do it. “No,” I say, thinking of the note in my pocket. “It wasn’t me.”

Todd swallows, then he says simply, clearly, “Should we run?”

“Yes,” I say, betraying Corinne so fast I feel a red blush of shame already coming over me, but yes, we should run, we should run and run.

“Where, tho?” he asks. “Where is there to go?”

I open my mouth to answer–

But I hesitate.

“Where are the Answer hiding?” he asks. “Can we go there?”

And I notice some tension in his Noise, disapproval and reluctance.

The bombs. He doesn’t like the bombs either.

I see a picture of some dead soldiers in the wreckage of a cafe.

But there’s more, too, isn’t there?

I hesitate again.

I’m wondering, just for the briefest moment, just as if it’s a fly I’m brushing away, I’m wondering–

I’m wondering if I can tell him.

“I don’t know,” I say. “I really don’t. They didn’t tell me in case I couldn’t be trusted.”

Todd looks up at me.

And for a second, I see the doubt on his face, too.

“You don’t trust me,” I say, before I think to stop.

“You don’t trust me neither,” he says. “Yer wondering if I’m working for the Mayor right now. And yer wondering what took me so long to find you.” He looks down sadly at the floor again. “I can still read you,” he says. “Nearly as well as my own self.”

I look at him, into his Noise. “
You
wonder if I’m part of the Answer. You think it’s something I’d do.”

He doesn’t look at me, but he nods. “I was just trying to stay alive, looking for ways to find you, hoping you hadn’t left me behind.”

“Never,” I say. “Not ever.”

He looks back up at me. “I’d never leave you neither.”

“You promise?”

“Cross my heart, hope to die,” he says, grinning shyly.

“I promise, too,” I say and I smile at him. “I ain’t never leaving you, Todd Hewitt, not never again.”

He smiles harder when I say
ain’t
but it fades and then I see him gathering his Noise to tell me something, something difficult, something he’s ashamed of, but before he does, I want him to
know,
I want him to know for
sure
.

“I think they’re at the ocean,” I say. “Mistress Coyle told me a story about it before she left. I think she was trying to tell me that’s where they were going.”

He looks back up at me.

“Now tell me I don’t trust you, Todd Hewitt.”

And then I see my mistake.

“What?” he says, seeing the look on my face.

“It’s in your Noise,” I say, standing up. “Todd, it’s all
over
your Noise.
Ocean,
over and over and over again.”

“It ain’t on purpose,” he says but his eyes are widening and I see the door of his cell left unlocked and I see a man in the cell with him telling him where I am and I see asking marks rising–

“I’m so
stupid,
” Todd says, standing, too. “Such an effing
idiot!
We need to go. Now!”

“Todd–”

“How far away is the ocean?”

“Two days’ ride–”

“Four days’ walk then.” He’s pacing now. His Noise says
Ocean
again, clear as a bomb itself. He sees me looking at him, sees me seeing it. “I’m not spying on you,” he says. “I’m
not,
but he musta left the door open so I’d–” He pulls his hair in frustration. “I’ll hide it. I hid the truth about Aaron and I can hide this.”

My stomach flutters, remembering what the Mayor said to me about Aaron.

“But we have to go,” Todd’s saying. “Do you have any food we can take?”

“I can get some,” I say.

“Hurry.”

As I turn to leave, I hear my name in his Noise.
Viola
, it says, and it’s covered in worry, worry that we’ve been set up, worry that I think he was sent here on purpose, worry that I think he’s lying, and all I can do is just look at him and think his name.

Todd.

And hope he knows what I mean.

I burst into the canteen and run to the cabinets. I leave most of the lights off, trying to keep quiet as I grab meal-packs and loaves of bread.

“That fast, huh?” Corinne says.

She’s sitting at a table far back in the darkness, cup of coffee in front of her. “Your friend shows up and you just leave.” She stands and walks over to me.

“I have to,” I say. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” she says, eyebrows raised. “And what happens here, then? What happens to all the patients who need you?”

“I’m a
terrible
healer, Corinne, all I do is wash and feed them-”

“So that I can have time to do the very little healing that I’m capable of.”

“Corinne–”

Her eyes flash.
“Mistress Wyatt.”

I sigh. “Mistress Wyatt,” I say and then I think and say it at the same time. “Come with us!”

She looks startled, threatened almost. “What?”

“Can’t you see where this is all headed? Women in prison, women with injuries. Can’t you see this isn’t going to get any better?”

“Not with bombs going off every day, it isn’t.”

“It’s the President who’s the enemy,” I say.

She crosses her arms. “You think you can have just one enemy?”

“Corinne–”

“A healer doesn’t take life,” she says. “A healer
never
takes life. Our first oath is to do no harm.”

“The bombs are set for empty targets.”

“Which aren’t always empty, are they?” She shakes her head, her face looking suddenly sad, sadder than I’ve ever seen it. “I know who I am, Viola. In my
soul,
I know it. I heal the sick, I heal the wounded, that’s who I am.”

“If we stay here, they’ll eventually come for us.”

“If we leave, patients will die.” She doesn’t even sound angry any more, which is scarier than before.

“And if you’re taken in?” I say, my voice getting challenging. “Who’ll heal them then?”

“I was hoping you would.”

I just breathe for a second. “It’s not that simple.”

“It is to me.”

“Corinne, if I can get away, if I can contact my people–”

“Then what? They’re still five months away, you said. Five months is a long time.”

I turn back to the cabinets, continue filling the sack with food. “I have to try,” I say. “I have to do
something
.” I turn back to her, bag full. “That’s who
I
am.” I think of Todd, waiting for me, and my heart races faster. “That’s who I’ve become, anyway.”

She regards me quietly and then she quotes something Mistress Coyle once said to me. “We are the choices we make.”

It takes me a second to realize she’s just said goodbye.

“What took so long?” Todd says, anxiously looking out of the window.

“Nothing,” I say. “I’ll tell you later.”

“You got the food?”

I hold up the bag.

“And I’m guessing we just follow the river again?” he says.

“I guess so.”

He takes a second to look at me awkwardly, trying not to smile. “Here we go again.”

And I feel this funny rush and I know that however much danger we’re in, the rush is
happiness
and he feels it, too, and we clasp hands hard for just a second and then he stands on the bed, puts a leg on the sill and jumps through.

I pass the bag of food to him and climb out, my shoes thudding on the hard mud. “Todd,” I whisper.

“Yeah?”

“Someone told me there’s a communications tower somewhere outside of town,” I say. “It’s probably surrounded by soldiers but I was thinking if we could find it–”

“Big metal tower?” he interrupts. “Higher than the trees?”

I blink. “Probably,” I say and my eyes open wide. “You know where it is?”

He nods. “I pass it every day.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really,” he says and I see it in his Noise, I see the road–

“And I think finally that’s enough,” says a voice from the darkness.

A voice we both recognize.

The Mayor steps out of the blackness, a row of soldiers behind him.

“Good evening to you both,” he says.

And I hear a flash of Noise from the Mayor.

And Todd collapses.