Crimson Rising (13 page)

Before Eva can push her way in to have a look, I press each button in turn.

Nothing happens.

Eva shifts beside me. “You know, we shouldn’t—”

“Wait.”

I watch as a border of blue light appears from the darkness, illuminating the edges of the wall. The line spreads from the corners and stretches across the boundary of the floor and ceiling. Once the two pieces meet in the middle, the light changes course—moves vertically and splits the wall like someone’s cutting it open with an invisible blowtorch. Without a sound, the pieces slide apart. The light fades and we’re left with two slabs pulling across the ground, retracting into the walls. I haven’t seen technology like this in the Academy. Unified Party, maybe, but not our dinky little ship.

Ryel doesn’t notice the movement at first. His eyes remain closed until the walls are halfway retracted. When they open, he has a sort of glazed look on his face, like he doesn’t know where he is or who we are.

Then, as if a switch has been triggered, his mouth falls open and he realizes.

I can tell by how quickly he moves that he knows it’s me. Even though we’ve barely seen each other—only once in person—there’s recognition in his wide eyes.

He bounds from his seat on the concrete, barefooted. “Please don’t tell me I’m imagining this.”

He speaks perfect English. It wasn’t like that back on the rooftop, but Pearl transport energy allows for language recognition and processing. He doesn’t have any discernable accent, more like he’s studied every different way of speaking and crammed it into one voice.

“Ryel.” I stare at him, unsure what to do. Shake hands? Hug him? Bow?

He stops several feet in front of me and takes a moment to survey what’s left of the walls before refocusing on my face. “I’m going mad. I’ve had visions of shadows. Don’t know if they’re real or not. Are you real?” He clutches my shoulder. “Jesse Fisher?”

I glance behind me at Eva and Skandar. “We’ve gotta get him out of here.”

“There are more of us,” he motions past the retracted wall, “in the holding chambers.”

Eva cringes. “I told you this wasn’t a good idea.”

“You’re here,” Ryel continues. “You’re standing right before me.”

I step back. “Yes. It’s me.”

He presses his hands together as in prayer, allowing himself a smile, though it looks more like a strange grimace. “The others! Our brothers and sisters.”

I peer over his shoulder, expecting an agent to rush from the darkness and tackle us. “Yeah. Okay.”

“Guards.” Eva steps between us, expression tense. “Alkine’s bound to have them.”

“There’s one room,” Ryel says. “Halfway down the corridor, secured. They’re sleeping, now.”

“Go back to the entrance,” I tell Eva. “See if you can grab some weapons from the side pack. Then meet us down here.”

“I am not pulling a weapon on one of our own people.”

“They’d pull one on you.”

Skandar retreats, pulling her with him. “Don’t worry, Jesse.” They disappear around the corner.

Ryel’s head cocks to the side, his posture unusually rigid. “Do you hear it?”

I shake my head.

“The agents are coming. My plan … it won’t work.”

The corners of the room erupt in a flurry of activity. Six agents burst from the hallways beyond, each armed and decked in full battle gear. They come at us quick. Too quick.

I grab Ryel by the wrist and pull him forward. “Run!”

As we push forward, I fiddle with the remote in my hand in the hopes that it’ll do something. It’s too late to close the wall again, but maybe I can trip some emergency security system.

We sprint through the mazelike corridor on our way to the escape ladder. I grab the closest rung and climb. My arms still ring from the Sophomore Tour. The agents will have a harder time negotiating the ladder with all their gear. I saw the weapons they were holding. No stunners. That was lethal force. They wouldn’t shoot me. They can’t. Not if they know what I mean to Alkine.

I reach the surface and emerge on the dirt gasping for air. Ryel follows, struggling to his feet.

“Jesse!” Eva stands next to the fallen agent, brandishing a small pistol. Skandar crouches beside her, digging through the guy’s weapons pack.

“They’re coming.” I stagger from the hole. “We’ve gotta get back to the shuttle.”

Skandar stands. “All this guy’s got is stunners.”

“It doesn’t matter. Which way’s the shuttle?”

Eva consults the stars before pointing behind her. “There.”

I take off in a sprint, followed by the others. Ryel runs beside me, easily matching my pace.

A shot fires into the sky behind us. It’s meant to intimidate. All it does is tell me where the agents are. They’ve made it up the ladder.

We jump across rocks—over ridges and through plots of mud. All the while, the agents pursue us. I can’t even see the outline of the shuttle yet. With each step, escape becomes more unlikely. Without a Pearl, I’m helpless.

Skandar bumps into Eva. “Give me the stunner.”

She resists, but he grabs it from her hand and sidesteps away.

“What are you doing?!?”

“Get to the shuttle!” Skandar shouts. “I’ll hold them off!”

As my lungs scream for air, our shuttle pulls into view. I look over my shoulder and watch the agents approach, closer and closer. A second shot breaks the silence. I cover my head, expecting to be hit.

Instead I see Skandar freeze and pivot in the grass, brandishing a stunner in each hand. It’s tricky enough to accurately shoot one of those things in training modules. Trying to stun a guy through full body armor is near impossible.

“Skandar! No!” Eva slows, desperation in her face.

He doesn’t listen. He stands his ground, waiting for the agents. “Go! Go!”

The shuttle grows closer. We’re almost there.

Skandar fires—two darts laced with tranquilizer. One connects. I hear a body fall.

I slam into the side door of the shuttle and plug in the code to open it.

More shots. The agents’ attention is diverted. Skandar’s bought us the seconds we need. They better not hurt him.

The door opens. We scramble inside. Ryel follows us.

Eva cranks up the engine before she has a chance to sit. I watch the skirmish through the side window. A pair of agents tackle Skandar to the ground. His stunner flies from his hand. He’s defenseless. We could shoot—harness what meager defense equipment this shuttle has—but then we’d risk hitting him. Shuttles don’t fire stun darts. We could kill.

The landing gear retracts. We bolt into the air. I half expect the agents to open fire. Maybe it’s because we’re in an Academy vehicle. Maybe they did recognize me back there. Whatever the case, they keep their weapons still.

We gain speed and pull away from the island. It’s only when we’re a safe distance from land that Eva turns to me. “They’ve got Skandar, Jesse.” She chokes on the words.

“I know.” I pace uneasily. “What have we done?”

“They’ve got him,” she repeats. Her eyes widen. “They—”

She can’t finish the sentence. It finally happened. She can see what the Academy’s become. Otherwise she would’ve chosen different words.

They’ve got him. They. Not we.

They.

Cassius relished the chance to leave his cell, to move freely without shackles pulling him back.

The Unified Party Cruiser landed in the Fringes several minutes ago, opening its door to a world far different than the temperature-controlled room inside the Lodge. Madame surprised him earlier in the morning, arriving in place of the usual breakfast lady. “We’ll be going on an errand,” she’d said, and left it at that. It was like old times. She never revealed more than she had to.

His wrists had welts on them from being restrained for so long. He walked with a slight limp. His leg cramped.

Keep moving.

Madame’s voice echoed in his mind. She hadn’t actually spoken, but the device on his neck relayed her commands.

They were at the edge of a Fringe Town. Syracuse, just a short distance from the Lodge. Cassius couldn’t think of a more uncomfortable place. Every time he breathed, the air felt thick and sandy. Sweat dripped from his neck, staining the collar of his shirt. A dry wind ripped like sandpaper against his skin. And the sun … it was unstoppable. Syracuse, more than any other Fringe Town, had special significance. It was where everything had started, where he’d first met Fisher and triggered his power, where Pearls stopped being energy and became something else. He hadn’t been back since.

The town could be dangerous. The lawlessness of the Fringes wasn’t too far off from the slum lands back in Providence, though they were far emptier. Every time he’d ventured outside in the past, something had gone wrong. Fringers, like Slum Lords, were not to be trusted. Even though he’d denounced the ways of the Unified Party, he could still become a target. No Fringer would be happy to see someone like Madame walking through their town, not after the government all but banished them to a life in this hellish wasteland.

Madame wore a loose white blouse and tan pants. Casual for her. He assumed she wanted to blend in. Beside her was the boy, Theo Rayne, trotting along like an obedient puppy. Cassius didn’t know why she’d insisted on bringing him. As usual, she’d offered no explanation.

Cassius surveyed the buildings on either side of them. Gutted, dusty storefronts bordered the vacant street. This was a ghost town—brown and lifeless. There were thousands like it scattered throughout the country, each as dead as the last. He hoped all the Fringers had scattered to different parts of the state.

Keep walking.

Madame wrapped her arm around his shoulder and pulled him closer. “Lovely morning, isn’t it?”

He wanted to push away, summon fire, and fight, but the harnessing kept him at bay. It was an odd half-life, hazy and unfocused like a dream. He could move. He could talk. But he couldn’t break through.

Madame released him and steered Theo to the right. She pointed to a building on the nearest corner. “That’s a fine example of turn-of-the-century architecture.” Cassius glanced up. The windows had been blown out on all three stories. “Things were quaint back then. I would love to crawl inside a time machine, take an excursion back before it all changed.”

Theo tensed his shoulders. “Do I have to wear this jacket?”

“I know it’s hot, dear, but you don’t want to walk back into the Lodge with a Surface Tan. Besides, the material’s designed to help regulate your body temperature. You’d be less comfortable without it.”

Cassius dragged his feet beside them. “Isn’t it dangerous for someone like you to be out here?”

“It’s a dangerous world, Cassius.” She led them down an alley. “The trick is not caring.”

Theo’s head poked around her back. He grinned. “The great Cassius Stevenson’s not scared, is he?”

Cassius ignored him. The truth was, he didn’t think he could be scared if he tried. He couldn’t seem to summon any emotion at all.

“Now Theo,” Madame chuckled. “Play nice. I don’t want the incident in Cassius’s cell to repeat itself. It’s important to me that the two of you get along.” She paused. “Come. We’re nearly there.”

She led them halfway down another street, identical to the last and stopped before a wide, boarded-up building. Cassius thought he recognized it from his last venture out, but it was tough to be sure. Everything looked familiar.

Madame gripped the cracked door handle. “Cassius, you know I care about you. Everything, even what happened back in Seattle, I did for you. I dream of the day we can walk like this without the use of devices.” She pulled open the door without waiting for a response. A cloud of dust dislodged from the opening.

Keep walking.

They stepped into the foyer. It was identical to the ones he’d explored as a boy when he found it necessary to escape the pristine cleanliness of the Lodge. They ascended a short flight of stairs and turned the corner, heading for a room on the second floor.

Theo stopped in his tracks and blocked the way forward as Madame disappeared into the room. He turned around, eyes slit. “I don’t know why she brought you here, but I’m watching you.”

Cassius pushed past him. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

He followed Madame into the small room. It was empty except for a disheveled bed in one corner and a table in another. She stood at the foot of the bed, hugging a girl. Avery Wicksen.

Without the Unified Party suit she’d worn in Providence, she seemed much more like the girl Cassius remembered. Her straw-colored hair was tied behind her face, revealing soft features. A hint of freckles. She looked common, in loose jeans and a dirty T-shirt. Like a Fringer.

Avery’s eyes met his own. Any glimmer of recognition was fleeting. Dulled. Madame released her embrace and Avery perched at the edge of the bed, oblivious to him.

“My dear girl.” Madame backed up two steps to admire her. “Forgive me for these dreary surroundings. I hate to think of you out here in this heat.”

Avery opened her mouth. For a moment, Cassius expected to hear anger—brash confidence like she’d possessed months ago. Instead, her voice was quiet. “I’m comfortable. I have water.”

“Still.” Madame smiled. “A place like this, a town filled with rousers and thugs, is hardly what I want for my daughter.”

Cassius crossed his arms and leaned against the doorway. Avery was as much Madame’s daughter as he was her son. It didn’t count. It wasn’t real.

Straighten up.

He arched his back, standing tall without even realizing it.

Madame strode to a wide window at the opposite end of the room. It had been covered with wood planks, but lines of sunlight poked through. “It won’t be for much longer, I assure you. You’ll have Jesse Fisher back in good time.” She looked over her shoulder. “And when he sees you like this … well, he’ll be concerned. And rightfully so.”

Cassius watched Avery tense up. Her fingers gripped the bedspread. Her heel tapped against the ground. “Do you know where he is now?”

“No,” Madame responded. “That’s why I’ve come here. I have a surprise for you.”

She motioned Theo to her side. The boy pulled the pack from his shoulder and handed it to her, backing away without a sound. Madame unbuttoned the top flap and pulled a communicator from inside. Cassius recognized it instantly. Badly worn, unrealistically large. It had belonged to him only a few short days ago. Fisher’s communicator.