In the After (12 page)

I scrub Baby’s scalp with my fingers while she holds the shampoo bottle. She squeezes
it to make bubbles in the water.

Okay, now hold your nose and dunk your head
.

She takes a deep breath, puffs out her cheeks, and holds her nose. She slowly lowers
her head into the lake, her eyes open wide. She wants to see what is under the water.

Close your eyes
, I quickly sign.
You’ll get soap in them
.

She snaps her eyes shut just as her head disappears. I see her outline under the water,
her hands in her hair trying to rinse out the shampoo. When her head breaks the surface,
she grins.

Feel better?
I ask.

I like taking baths in the lake
. Her blond hair shines in the moonlight.

Baby, would you like to learn how to float?

She nods eagerly. I put my hand on her back.
Lie flat
.

On what?

On the water, like it’s a bed. Take a deep breath first
.

Baby gulps in some air and moves back into my hand. I push up slightly and Baby’s
feet rise. She instinctively holds her arms out on the water’s surface. When I feel
she is stable, I let go, holding my hand above her face so she can see my gestures.

See . . . you’re floating by yourself
.

Baby smiles, afraid to move.

Keep breathing and you won’t sink
, I promise.

I wash my hair while Baby drifts. It’s nice to feel clean. The cold water is refreshing,
especially after the heat of day. We are stuck inside without air-conditioning and
it’s so hard to sleep when it’s hot.

Baby jerks upright suddenly.

What?

I felt something, against my leg
. She looks down into the water, searching.

It was probably a fish
.

What if They live under the water?
She starts to head back to shore.

They don’t. They don’t like the lake
.

What if there is a new kind, like the ones in the ship. What if They like being in
the water?
She looks around wildly, unsure of where to head to safety.

They couldn’t live down there
. I try to calm her.

Mermaids do
. She is already to our pile of belongings, putting her dirty clothes on over her
wet body. I follow her over.

Mermaids are just a story
, I tell her.

She looks up at me, tearful.
No they’re not. Mermaids are from Before. Like horses. You said horses could live
in the sea
.

Seahorses aren’t horses that live in the sea
. . . I start to explain but stop myself. It doesn’t really matter if she has the
Before straight in her head. She can believe in mermaids and horses that live in the
sea if she wants.

You’re right
, I tell her.
But mermaids and seahorses have a special way of breathing under the water. The monsters
don’t
.

Baby looks out over the lake, searching for creatures or maybe for mermaids.

I rummage in my bag and hand her a bundle.
You can leave those smelly old clothes
. I pilfered the house while she was asleep.

Baby takes the clothes and examines them. We have to wear dark, neutral colors so
we won’t stick out at night, but I found a practical brown dress, something that will
keep her cool in the summer heat and still be good to run in if we need to escape.
Baby holds it out in front of her, smoothing down the fabric. She pulls it on over
her head.

It’s a little too big, but Baby doesn’t seem to care. She twirls around, making the
bottom of the dress billow out into a bell shape.

Thank you, Amy
.

You’re welcome
. I also took clothes for myself, some dark jeans and a black T-shirt. I got the shirt
from a stuffy, messy room plastered with rock posters, a dusty guitar in the corner.

Before I get dressed, I motion Baby over and hand her a pair of scissors.
I want you to cut my hair short
, I tell her.

How short?
Baby wants to know. We usually trim each other’s hair every few months.

Short short
, I tell her.

Why?
Her own blond hair is sort of thin; it never gets tangled.

Because it’s too hot
. I just don’t want to be bothered with it. I haven’t combed it in a week and it is
starting to turn into dreadlocks.

You’ll look funny
, she warns.

Not if you do a good job
. I kneel next to her and hope she can make it sort of straight.

She starts to snip away, tentatively at first, but then she gets into it. I feel the
hair drop down my back and all around me. Already I feel lighter. Baby steps back
to examine her work.

How does it look?
I ask.

Not bad
. She bites her lower lip.
Not good either
.

I slip back into the lake to rinse myself off. My fingers slip through my short hair.
I can’t see it but it seems like Baby made it even on both sides, close to my scalp
until just above my ear, then a bit longer on top.

I look like a rock star from Before, I try to convince myself. In truth, I already
miss having long hair, but it just isn’t practical. Who is there to impress anyway?

I dress in my new clothes, strapping my gun back over my shirt. Baby gathers her things,
carefully placing the gun we took off the boy at the house at the top of her bag.
I want her to carry it, to use it if necessary. I showed her how. It makes me feel
a little safer to know she has it, in case something happens to me.

I heft my bag to my shoulder.
Let’s look for a place on the lakefront tonight. We can find a mansion
.

O
. . . Baby pauses mid word.
Did you hear that?

Hear what?
I ask, puzzled. I look around and then I see it. A ship, landing.

I turn back to Baby.
Run. Now
. I sign as the blinding light appears.

Before I have time to turn, I hear a
swoosh
, and Baby is knocked into me and we fall. Her body weight presses against my chest.
I gulp for air. We are a tangle of arms and legs, held tightly inside a strong web
of netting. Luckily Baby is mostly on top of me, so I don’t have to worry about crushing
her small body.

We begin to move. I twist my head so I can see through the netting. We are being dragged
toward the ship, just like the creature, that night with Amber. I can’t reach my gun,
but I feel Baby’s hand within my grasp.

Desperately I sign to her.
Baby, where is your bag?

Here
. She shifts her weight slightly, maneuvering the bag into my hand. I undo the zipper
and reach inside. I feel the cool metal of the gun against my fingers. I don’t know
what happens inside the ship but I’m going to be ready.

We are almost to the ship doorway, the gaping hole in the side of the craft. We are
lifted from the ground and sway within the net for a moment before being deposited
roughly onto the floor. I can barely see anything in the dark, but I feel a presence
come closer.

Suddenly the net falls away and my hands are free. I roll over Baby into a crouch.
The creature looms over us, covered in a shadowy black material from head to toe.
I raise my arm, gun in hand, and fire into the creature’s body.

It’s not the recoil of the gun that surprises me. I’m ready for the gun’s push against
my arm, the memory of childhood shooting lessons still etched in my mind. What shocks
me is the noise. I’ve forgotten how loud things were Before. In the enclosed space,
the noise is amplified and my eardrums feel as if they will shatter.

The creature jerks back and clutches its chest where the bullet struck. I pull Baby
to standing but cannot see a way out of the ship. It’s small and cramped with no windows,
and the door has already closed tight. I can’t even tell where the opening is. We
are trapped.

Baby grabs my hand.
It’s not dead
.

I look back to the creature. It didn’t fall over; it doesn’t even look very hurt.
It seems to study us, debating what to do.

I shove Baby behind me and fire again. Now I’m prepared for the deafening boom. The
bullet hits the creature’s shoulder, and I watch closely. There is no tear in the
creature’s suit; the bullet just falls to the floor with a
clink
. I can’t believe it.
They aren’t smart; They are mindless killers
. How can They design a bulletproof suit? How did They even make it to our planet?

The creature lunges at us and I throw myself in front of Baby to take the brunt of
the hit. I’m knocked off my feet into the wall of the ship. My shoulder crunches sickeningly
and the pain brings spots of light in front of my eyes.

I attempt to stand, but the creature is already on top of me, wrestling the gun from
my hand. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Baby ready to jump on its back.

I ram my fist upward, into the creature’s jaw. I know I can’t hurt it, but I need
to fight back, even if it only distracts the creature for a few seconds to give Baby
a chance. I punch again, a little lower this time, hoping to find a tender spot under
its chin.

I hear the creature choke inside its suit. I’ve gotten its neck. I shove it, trying
to get away, but it forces me back down, pressing on my shoulders. It reaches for
its head and pulls at the black material. It’s going to eat me here and now, no matter
what its original purpose was for capturing us. I made it angry and it isn’t going
to wait.

As it removes the material from its face, I close my eyes. I can’t bear to see its
green skin and pointy yellow teeth. I wait for the pain. I want to die quickly.

“What the hell did you do that for?” a woman yells.

I open my eyes and stare into two very pretty, dark brown eyes.

She is beautiful. She is human.

I lie on the floor, dumbfounded, not knowing how to react.

I still can’t believe that underneath the strange black material is a woman. A regular,
human woman. Her features are Asian; her accent is American.

“You’re the first person to ever shoot me,” she tells me, “and I think you broke one
of my ribs.” She pushes herself off my body roughly and stands. I sit up, looking
for Baby. She hurries to my side and sits down on my lap. I hug her close.

“What are your names?” the woman asks. I shake my head, unable to speak. It’s too
much. Why have they captured us?

“Do you understand English?
Español? Français?
” She places her hands on her hips. “I’m pretty sure you’re not Japanese . . .
Nihongo
?” she asks. I’m shaking and I can’t stop.

We stare at each other. “Well, that’s all I’ve got,” she says eventually. “I think
you can understand me just fine, but have it your way.”

She puts her hand to her ear and pushes a slim black earpiece. “We’ve got a couple
of hostile post-aps here,” she says. “I’ve secured their weapon but they’re unresponsive
to questioning. We’re going to have to skip the meet and greet and put them straight
through to psyche-eval.” She listens for a minute, looking us over.

“Two female children, a Class Three and a Class Five.” She pushes against the wall
of the ship and a drawer pops out. She places the gun inside and moves a few feet
back. She presses the far wall this time and an opening appears. I can make out the
head of another person through the doorway. The pilot. The woman disappears into the
cockpit and the door slides shut behind her.

What is happening?
Baby asks.

I don’t know
. I hug her to my chest, ignoring the pain in my shoulder. I’m so very tired. The
adrenaline has left my system, draining my energy reserves.
I think we’ve been rescued
.

Like the princess in my book?

Sort of . . . Are you scared?
I stroke Baby’s hair and hope we are being rescued and not just captured.

No. I was at first, but that woman isn’t one of Them. She won’t hurt us
. She is so sure, even though the woman
has
hurt me. I rub my throbbing shoulder, the pain getting worse with each passing second.

Are you scared, Amy?
Baby asks, needing reassurance.

No
, I lie, pulling her closer.

Why didn’t you let that woman know you understood her?
Baby asks.
You know loud speak. You understood Amber
.

I think we should wait and see before we tell them anything
. I try to explain.
Maybe it will be better if they think we don’t understand them
.

Okay, but I think that everything is going to be happily ever after
.

I hope for her sake she’s right. If not, we have a backup plan. I touch the small
bulge at my side. They took away Baby’s gun, but I still have mine.

I adjust Baby’s weight so she isn’t pressing against my aching shoulder. I rest my
head on hers and wait.

“Wake up.”

I open my eyes with a start. The woman in the black suit is shaking my extremely sore
shoulder. I pull away and glare at her.