Phoenix (12 page)

“You were with Natalie when she found Polly, weren’t you?” I ask Elijah quietly.

He nods.

“Did she die quickly?” I’ve been clinging to that small hope all day.

“I don’t think so, given the number of defensive wounds on her arms and hands. They
took their time,” Elijah responds. “The Sentry likes to make their prisoners suffer.”

Elijah rolls over, turning his back on me. I remember what Natalie said about Elijah
being held captive in Sentry headquarters, and realize this mission isn’t just about
finding his mom or retrieving the Ora. It’s about vengeance.

NATALIE

THICK BLACK CLOUDS
of soot and steam billow out of the train, covering the platform in a viscous fog
that hides everyone’s feet. It gives the impression the station is haunted with hundreds
of disembodied ghosts trying to board the ten fifteen to Centrum, our ride out of
this city.

All around us sirens wail as the city continues to burn. Choking ash drifts down on
us in a blizzard of dark snow, obscuring our visibility. It’s been a blessing in disguise,
though, as it allowed us to get to the station this morning unnoticed.

Parents say tearful good-byes as their children are ushered onto the train. One little
girl in a red dress refuses to let go of her mother, and her father literally has
to pry her off and carry her onto the train. His expression is grief stricken as he
returns to his wife.

“She’ll be all right,” he says to her. “She’ll be safer in Centrum.”

That’s if she even makes it there.
The steam train is armored by heavy sheets of silvered steel, while the windows have
been barred in a bid to protect passengers from bandits and Wrath attacks as the train
travels through the wild and deadly Barren Lands.

The only possible points of weakness on the train are the emergency escape hatches
in the roof, but they’re protected with layers of acacia wood, which Darklings are
severely allergic to, so I
think
we’ll be okay. I’ve done this ride before, when I moved from Centrum to Black City
a few months ago, but that train was for government officials, so it had much better
security. Right now, I’m more worried about the Sentry guards patrolling the platform,
checking passengers’ Evacuation Passes and making sure they’re not on Purian Rose’s
Most Wanted list.
Like us.

There’s a blast of steam from the train, stirring the ash-snow, revealing a figure
in a striking black uniform and flat cap striding down the platform, followed by a
troop of Sentry guards.
Sebastian!
His head has been cleanly shaved to reveal the rose tattoo above his left ear—the
mark of a Pilgrim, a devoted follower of the Purity faith. There’s a small tear on
his black jacket, where his silver rose medal used to be, before Polly ripped it off.
I quickly turn my back on him just as he walks by, although I know it’s unlikely he
saw me lurking in the shadows under the iron stairwell. We really have to get out
of here before he sees us, but we can’t go anywhere until we’ve got the last Evacuation
Pass.

“What’s he doing here?” Ash whispers.

“Maybe they’ve found Nick and Amy?” Elijah replies.

I bite my lip, worried for them and us. I couldn’t stand it if Amy got hurt because
of me. Images of Polly’s dead body instantly flood my mind, but I force them aside,
along with my grief. I can’t think about my sister, not right now, because if I do,
I’ll just crawl into a hole somewhere and never get out again. So instead of heartache,
I fill the void with another, more productive emotion: anger. This is what will fuel
me until the day I look Purian Rose in the eye and drive a knife into his chest.

I snatch a look in Sebastian’s direction. He’s standing farther down the platform,
overseeing a pack of Lupines who are loading crates, antique furniture and paintings
onto the train. It’s all from the Sentry HQ. My mother’s belongings! But I guess now
that she’s a fugitive and Sebastian pretty much runs the city, it’s his stuff. It
makes me sick that Sebastian is more concerned about saving his property than people’s
lives, but I’m not surprised. He talks quietly to one of the male Lupines, who’s wearing
a dark red leather frock coat and has teeth braided into his hair. Clearly visible
on his neck is a crescent moon tattoo. He must be the leader of the Moondogs, which
Ash told me about.

At that moment, five tall figures appear on the other end of the platform, smoke swirling
around them. I stifle a cry. It’s Garrick and four of his Lupine pack: two men, two
women. They all look similar, with gray clothing, silver eyes, and fur-like hair styled
to look like a shark’s fin down the center of their heads, except the others are shorter
than Garrick and one of the females has dyed her hair to match her shocking-pink lipstick.

The people on the platform hurriedly get out of their way as they stalk toward Sebastian
and the Moondogs.

“There you are—I’ve been waiting for you,” Sebastian snaps at Garrick. “Did you find
them?”

“No,” Garrick says. “They’ve left the city.”

The Moondog in the red coat scoffs.

“You got something you want to say to me, Jared?” Garrick growls.

The man glowers at Garrick, but says nothing more. I’m getting the impression Garrick
holds a high position in their society, if he’s able to talk to the Moondog pack leader
that way. Tension bubbles between the two packs, with Garrick’s gray-clothed First
Landing pack on one side, and the red-clothed Moondogs on the other.

“We’ll find them,” the female with pink hair says to Sebastian.

“You better, or you’ll find yourself in the Tenth with all those other animals,” Sebastian
replies.

Garrick growls.

“Make yourself useful,
dog,
and get this stuff on the train,” Sebastian says, unperturbed. “I haven’t got all
day.”

Garrick’s hands ball into fists, but he gives a faint nod. His pack helps the Moondogs
load the furniture onto the train while Sebastian leaves. My heart is racing. How
are we going to get out of here with Garrick still around?

I check my watch. The time is 10:05. The Humans for Unity guys we’re waiting for are
five minutes late. What’s holding them up? In addition to securing another Evacuation
Pass for us, they were also meant to pose as our parents to help get us on the train
along with all the other children being evacuated from the city. It would raise too
much suspicion if three kids tried to board the train on their own. The ruse was Ash’s
idea.
Hide in plain sight,
he’d suggested.
They’ll never expect us to be so brazen as to board the train with the other evacuees.

I tug on the hem of my jacket, which is a little too short for me. We’ve all got on
disguises. I’m dressed like a boy in gray slacks, a workman’s shirt and patchwork
woolen jacket. My hair has been pulled back into a cap, and my breasts have been bandaged.
I look surprisingly convincing as a young boy, which doesn’t do much for my ego. My
diamond engagement ring is attached to the necklace Ash gave me for my birthday, hidden
under the collar of my shirt.

Elijah is wearing leather pants under a long black tailcoat, fake glasses and a cap.
His tail is curled up under his coat, his saber teeth are fully retracted, and his
distinctive brown spots are covered by makeup, so he’s passable as human.

The most startling transformation out of the three of us is Ash. His skin has been
painted with stage makeup so it looks sun-kissed and healthy; he’s wearing veneers
to help hide his fangs, and they’ve given him bright blue contact lenses to hide his
sparkling eyes. To complete the disguise, Amy and Roach managed to find a blond wig
in the props cupboard at school for him. He looks . . .
human.

I check my watch: 10:09.

“Is Garrick still there?” Ash asks.

I peer down the platform. Garrick loads the last chair onto the train, then orders
his pack to leave.

“He’s going,” I say, relieved.

Garrick takes a few paces down the platform before pausing. He tilts his nose up and
sniffs the air; catching a scent, he turns. His silvery eyes slide in our direction.
I slam my back against the iron stairwell.

Ash flashes me a panicked look. “Did he see you?”

“I don’t think so,” I reply. “Besides, I’m wearing a disguise.”
But that won’t help if he can smell us.
I’m just grateful there are so many people around us, to help hide our scent.

Blood pounds in my ears as we all wait.

A whole minute passes, and nothing happens.

I risk another quick peek down the platform.

Garrick has gone.

I let out a shaky breath.

A whistle blows, letting passengers know the train is about to depart. I check my
watch again—10:13. We’ve got exactly two minutes to board the train; otherwise, our
best chance of escaping Black City will have gone. There’s still no sign of the Humans
for Unity members.
Where are they?

“Fragg it, let’s just try and sneak on,” Ash says. “The smog from the train is pretty
thick in places; it could provide some cover—”

“They’re here!” Elijah says, nodding toward three people who have just appeared on
the platform, looking flustered and nervous.

I let out a relieved sigh.

“Right, do you remember the plan?” Ash says to me. “You go first. Your name is—”

“Matthew Dungate. I’m fourteen years old, and I live in the Rise with my father, Robert
Dungate. I remember. We’ve been over this a hundred times,” I say.

“I’m sorry,” he says quietly. “Just . . . stay safe. I’ll see you on the train.”

I glance around to make sure no one is looking, then quickly kiss Ash, trying to pour
as much love and emotion as I can into that brief touch. He wraps his arms around
me.

“Guys, can you hurry this up? The train’s about to leave,” Elijah says.

We hold on to each other for a second longer before letting go. Adrenaline courses
through my body as I sling my duffel bag over my shoulder and step out of the shadows
onto the platform. This is it. We went over the plan countless times yesterday, and
it seemed simple, but now I’m not so sure. What if the guards see through my disguise?
Why did we think this was a good plan? It’s insanity! There are guards
everywhere.

A Sentry guard with a neatly trimmed black beard fixes me with a hard look as I stroll
over to my “father,” a tall, blond-haired man called Weevil, one of the highest-ranking
Humans for Unity members in Black City. My hands are clammy with sweat.

“Matthew, there you are. I told you not to run off,” Weevil says as the bearded Sentry
guard studies us.

“Sorry, Dad,” I say in a gruff voice.

The Sentry guard looks at us for another few seconds, then turns his attention away.
Phew.

“Where have you been?” I say under my breath.

“We hit a bit of trouble getting the Evacuation Pass, but I’ve got it,” he replies,
ushering me toward the train. There’s no time to waste.

“How are you going to get out of the city?” I ask him.

“Don’t worry about me,” he says, leaving it at that.

The two other Humans for Unity members meet up with Ash and Elijah by the stairwell,
and they head toward a different carriage farther down the platform. Ash peers over
his shoulder at me. He seems calm, except for the tension around his beautiful—now
blue—eyes. I know he’s nervous for me. The four of them are soon shrouded by the smoke
and steam spewing out of the train’s smokestack.

Weevil leads me to a line of children waiting with their parents to board the train.
In front of me is a chubby red-haired woman dressed in a knee-length patchwork frock
coat, fussing over her two equally chubby red-haired daughters. The younger of the
two girls clings to the hem of her mother’s jacket, tears welling up in her eyes.

To my frustration, the carriage I’ve been booked on is being guarded by the bearded
Sentry who was watching me a minute ago. Just my luck! He peers over at me, his hand
resting on the stock of his rifle, and I swallow a hard lump in my throat.
My disguise is good; there’s no way he’ll recognize me.

The line moves quickly as kids are loaded onto the train like cattle, but even so,
butterflies fill my stomach, nervous I won’t make it. The woman in front of me hands
over her two Evacuation Passes to the Sentry guard, then helps her children onto the
train. There’s certainly no time for tearful good-byes, but she doesn’t seem to realize
this as she blocks the doorway.

“I love you, my darlings. Call me the instant you get to Centrum,” she sniffs.

I tap my foot impatiently, and Weevil anxiously checks his pocket watch.
Come on! Come on!

The last whistle blows, and the train’s engines roar.

I throw a panicked look at Weevil.

“Move it, lady!” he yells, thrusting my Evacuation Pass into the Sentry guard’s hands
while simultaneously shoving me onto the train.

I tumble into the carriage, knocking over the two chubby red-haired girls. Behind
me, their mother and Weevil shout at each other.

The doors hiss shut, and I clamber to my feet, grabbing my bag and helping the girls
up with my free hand. The train lurches forward, nearly knocking me off my feet again,
then chugs away from the platform. I catch sight of Weevil through the barred windows.
He’s still fighting with the Sentry guard and woman. Things are getting heated, and
there’s lots of pushing and shoving. He catches my eye, and a small, triumphant smile
forms across his lips just as the guard raises his rifle and shoots him in the head.