Gone (33 page)

Albert hesitated, like he wasn't sure if he should get into it, but then, glad to have someone to share his worries with, he said." Look, we can't live forever on the food we have. I mean, okay, we have all the food here, all the food at the grocery store, and a bunch of food in all ihe different houses, right?"

"That's a lot of food. Sit with us, Albert"

He was uncomfortable doing so. "It says in the manual we don't sit down with customers. But I guess I could take a break and sit at this next table."

Mary smiled. "You're into this"

Albert nodded. "When the FAYZ comes down I want ihe district manager to come here and say, *Wow, good job,

Albert/*

"It's more than a good job. You make people think maybe there's some hope, you know?"

"Thanks, Mary, that's coo! of you to say that." He thought it was the nicest thing anyone had ever said to him and it gave him a nice glow. Lots of kids just came in and complained that he didn't have exactly what they wanted.

"But you're worried about what happens next?" Mary prompted.

"There's a lot of food now. But already there are shortages.

You almost can't find a candy bar or chips anymore. Sodas will run out before too much longer And eventually we'll be out of everything."

"How long is eventually?"

"I don't know. But pretty soon people will be fighting over food. We're using food up. WeYe rot growing more food or making or creating new things"

Mary had taken two bites of the Big Mac. "Does Caine know this?"

"I've told him. But he's got his mind on other things"

"This is kind of a major problem ," Mary said.

Albert didn't want to talk about sad things, not while someone was enjoying his food. Bat Mary was the one asking, and as far as Albert was concerned, Mary was a saint just like the ones in the church. He shrugged and said, "I'm just trying to do my thing here"

"Can we grow food?" Mary wondered aloud.

"I guess that's up to Caine or.. .whoever," Albert said cautiously.

Mary nodded. "You know what, Albert? I don't really care who is running things, but I have to look out for my kids."

"And I have this place," Albert agreed.

"And Dahra has the hospital" Mary added. "And Sam used to have the lire station."

"Yeah."

It was a weird moment for Albert. He admired Mary, he thought she was the most beautiful person he'd ever known aside from his mom, and he wanted to trust Mary. But he didn't know for sure that he could. He was troubled by what was going on in Perdido Beach. But what if Mary felt differently? What if she told Drake that Albert was complaining, maybe without even meaning to?

Drake could order him to shut down. And Albert didn't know what he would do with himself if he lost the restaurant. The work had kept him from thinking much about what had happened. And for the first time in his life, Albert was an important person. At school he was just another kid. Now he was Albert Hillsborough: businessman.

All things considered, Albert would want Caine and Drake gone. But the only other person who might step up and run things was off somewhere, a hunied person.

"How's the burger?" he asked Mary.

"You know what?" She smiled and licked ketchup from her finger. "I think I actually like it better With the bagel bun "

100 HOURS, 13 MINUTES

THEY DROVE WITH maddening slowness from Perdido Beach to Coates. Panda at the wheel, even more nervous than usual, terrified, it seemed to Jack. It was dark, and Panda kept saying he had never driven in the dark. It had taken him five fumbling minutes just to find the lights and figure them out.

Caine sat beside him chewing on his thumb, quiet, but preoccupied. He had cross-examined Jack repeatedly on the procedure for recording Andrew's big exit. Somehow what had started out as Caine's brainstorm had become Jack's responsibility. If it worked then Cane would reclaim it as his own. But if it failed, Jack would no doubt take the blame.

Diana, who sat beside Jack, for once had little to say. Jack wondered if she dreaded the return to Coates as much as he did.

Jack was wedged in between Diana and Drake. Drake was holding a handgun, an automatic, more gray than black, in his lap.

Jack had never seen a gun up close. He had certainly never seen a gun in the hands of a boy he thought was probably crazy.

Drake could not leave the gun alone. He kept thumbing the safety on and off. He rolled down the window and aimed it a. stop signs as they passed, but did not fire it.

"You know how to shoot that thing? Or are you going to shoot yourself in the foot?" Diani finally asked.

"He's not going to shoot it" Caine snapped before Drake could answer. "It's just a prop. We want Andrew to behave. And you know how difficult he can be. The gun keeps people calmed down,"

"Yeah, I know, it makes me feel really calm," Diana said.

"Shut up, Diana" Drake said.

Diana laughed in her drawly way and fell silent again.

Jack was sweating, although it was a cool evening and Caine had the windows down. Jack felt like he might throw up. He'd considered saying he was too sick to go, but he knew Caine wouldn't let him stay home. He'd felt worse and worse all day as he raced to assemble the equipment they would need. He had spent the day with Drake, searching homes for cameras and tripods. Jack had already had enough of Drake Merwin to last him forever.

They neared the gate. It was an impressive thing, two sides of filigreed wrought iron, twenty feet high and hanging from pillars of stone that were even taller. The Coates motto,
Ad augusto, per anpista,
was on two gold-tinged plaques that came together when the gates were closed.

"Honk the horn. Whoever's on gate most be asleep" Caine ordered.

Panda tapped the horn. When (here was no response, he leaned on it. The sound was flat* sv/allowed up by the trees. "Drake," Caine said.

Drake climbed out, gun in hand, and advanced to ihe gate. He swung it open and stepped thiough to the stone guardhouse. He emerged a few seconds later and climbed back into the car

"No one in the guardhouse"

Caine frowned in the rearview mirror "That's not like Benno, Benno follows orders"

Benno was the thug Caine had left in charge at Coates. Jack had never liked the boy—no one did—but Caine was right: Benno was the kind of bully who did what the bigger bullies told him to do. He didn't make his own judgments. And he wasn't stupid enough to think he could override Caine's orders.

"Something isn't right," Panda said.

"Everything isn't right. Panda" Diana said.

Panda pulled through the gate. It was another quarter mile to the school. They drove in silence. Panda pulled the car up to the end of the driveway, to the turnaround in front of the main building.

Lights were on in every window One of the second-floor windows had been blown out so that an entire classroom could be clearly seen.

Desks were piled against one wall. The chalkboard was cracked and scarred. All the drawings and posters and exhortations that had once adorned the classroom walls were charred, curled by heat. A massive slab of brick and lathe wall lay on the lawn.

"Well, that's not good," Diana drawled.

"Who has the power to do that?" Caine demanded angrily.

"The kid we're here to see," Diana said. "Although that's a lot of damage for a three bar."

"Benno lost control up here," Drake commented."I told you Benno was a wimp"

"Come on," Caine said and stepped out onto gravel, followed by the rest of them. "Go up the stairs, Panda, open the door. Let's see what's waiting for us."

"No way," Panda said, his voice shaky.

"Coward "Caine said. He raised his hands, palms out, and suddenly Panda was flying through the air. He slammed into the door and fell in a heap. Panda rose slowly, then he fell down again. "My leg is hurt. I can't move it."

At that moment the front door opened, smacking Panda where he lay. Light spilled out from inside and Jack saw half a dozen shapes, shapes like apes walking on all fours, pushing their way out, crying, howling, terrified.

They tumbled down the steps. Each carrying a rough-hewn cement block that they dragged as they ran. But of course Jack knew they weren't carrying the blocks. Their hands were encased in cement.

Jack had tried not to think about it. He had tried to put it out of his mind, this crude, cruel solution to the problem of disloyal kids with powers. But since discovering his own power he had thought of little else.

They had discovered early on that the supernatural powers seemed to be focused through the hands.

No, Jack corrected himself harshly,
they
hadn't discovered it,
he
had discovered it. He had observed it. And he had told Caine about it. And Caine had ordered Drake to do this horrible thing,

"Remember who owns you," Diana whispered in Jack's ear, "Feed us! Feed us! We need food!" the concrete-blocked victims cried.

It was a chorus of weak, desperate voices, so raw with need that Jack panicked. He couldn't be here. He couldn't be with these people. He turned away, but Drake grabbed his shoulder and yanked him forward.

No escape.

The freaks cried for food.

A girl named Taylor, her arms red and raw above the block, face streaked with tilth, stinking of her own bodily fluids, collapsed at Jack's feet, "Jack," she croaked. "They're starving us. Benno was feeding us, but he disappeared. We haven't eaten— Please, Jack"

Jack doubled over and threw up in the gravel.

"Rather overdramatic, Jack," Diana remarked.

Caine was walking up the steps now and Drake rushed to catch up.

Diana half lifted Jack and propelled him forward, past the kids with the cinder-block hands.

Jack saw Caine silhouetted in :he doorway, Drake rushing to move in from, good little dog lhat he was.

There was a boom, like the crack of a supersonic jet going overhead.

Drake tell back against Caine The gun went flying from his hand. Caine kept his footing, but Drake clutched at his ears, on his knees, moaning.

Caine reached back over his shoulder with one hand, not even looking back. He spread his lingers, bared his palms.

The fallen portion of wall came apart, brick by brick. One by one, as though each brick had sprouted wings, they lifted off and flew,

The bricks hurtled past Caine's head and through the open door as fast as machine gun bullets.

The door slammed shut. The bricks smashed through. Wood splintered with a sound like a jackhammmer. In seconds the door was a shattered mess.

Caine laughed, taunting whoever was on the other side of the door. "Is that you, Andrew? It that you, thinking you can fight me?"

Caine advanced, still directing the Catling gun flow of bricks above his head.

"You've got your mojo working, Andrew" Caine yelled. "But you're still just second best."

Caine stepped through the decimated doorway.

Diana, ducking beneath the brick stream, her expression wild with excitement, said, "Come on, fade You don't want to miss the show"

Inside was the grand hallway that Jack knew well. Three stories high, dominated by a massive chandelier Twin staircases led to the landing on the seccnd floor.

The bricks had already hammered one of those staircases to splinters. The noise was like a chainsaw chewing on metal.

Andrew, a boy Jack had known as a fairly nice kid. not even really much of a bully until his powers had come, stood shell-shocked not ten feet from Caine. There was a wet stain in the crotch of his pants.

The barrage of bricks stopped as suddenly as it had begun.

Andrew made an abortive move for the second staircase.

"Don't make me destroy that staircase* too "Caine warned. "It would be very inconvenient"

The fight went out of Andrew. He let his hands drop to his sides. He looked like a kid whose mother had just caught him doing something wrong. Guilty. Scared. Looking for a way to bargain.

"Caine. I didn't know it was you, dude. I thought we were, like, you know, being attacked by Frederico." His voice shook. He tried to cover the telltale stain with his hands.

"Freddie? What has Frederico got to do with anything?"

"Man, Benno disappeared, right? And someone had to run things, right? Frederico tried to take over, even though Benno was more my friend than his and then—"

"I'll handle Freddie later," Caine interrupted. "Who do you think you are, trying to run things,Andrew?"

"What was I supposed to do, Caine?" Andrew wheedled. "Benno pooled. Frederico was all, like, I'm taking over. But me, I was standing up for you, Caine "The idea had obviously just occurred to Andrew. "That's all I was doing, I was standing up for you. Frederico was. like, Caine sucks, forget Caine, Pm taking over"

Caine tuned Andrew out and aimed a furious glare at Jack. "How did we miss Bonno's birthday?'*

Jack had no answer. His insides turned to water. He shrugged, helpless. Then he began to tumble for his PDA, wanting to prove that Benno's birthday was not due yet.

Diana said, "Caine, you think maybe sometimes the school records could be wrong? Like maybe some senile school secretary wrote down a one instead of a seven or whatever? Don't blame Jack. You know Jack is too anal to make a mistake with a number"

Caine stared hard at Jack, Then he shrugged. "Yeah, whatever Besides, we still have Andrew getting ready for his big jump"

Andrew licked his lips, then tried to laugh. "Pm not going to vacate. Pm not taking the exit. See, Benno was asleep. He had powers, but the dude was asleep. So I don't think if you have powers you poof, not if ycu're awake and you're, you know, ready;"

Diana laughed out loud, a jarring sound.

Caine flinched. Then he said, "That's an interesting theory, Andrew. We're going to put it to the test"

"What's that mean?"

"We just want to watch" Drake said.

"Just don't... you're not going to plaster me, right? I'm still your guy, Caine, I would never use my powers against you. If I knew it was you, I mean"

Diana snapped, "You're letting these freaks starve. I can see why you'd be worried about being plastered"