Something Deadly This Way Comes (15 page)

Paul started in surprise, and then I realized by Tammy's sudden exhalation of breath that she saw her, too.
Is that an angel?
he asked me, and I sent a sideways thought to him that it was.
Why is she crying?
both Tammy and he wanted to know.

“Because your life is over,” the angel said aloud, her chiming voice like falling water both familiar and different from Grace's.

Tears slipped from me. From us. We were all the same. “You're so beautiful,” Tammy breathed, clearly able to see her, too. “Have you come for me?”

The hope in her voice went to my core and twisted, and hearing it, the angel dropped down before her, bathing her in warmth as the room seemed to go cold and dark.

“I've been with you since forever and no time at all,” the angel said, smiling through her own tears.

“I know. I felt you,” Tammy said. “I think I felt you. I'm so sorry,” she said around a gulp of air, the tears spilling over and blurring our shared vision.

“What for, child?”

Her pale hand lifted and fell, looking unnatural as it lay palm up on white, faded sheets. “I ran away. I don't just mean from Johnny and my mother, but from everything. I had so many plans. I was going to do so many things, and I can't even remember them now.”

She was dying, six thousand sunrises behind her, a billion emails sent, a thousand jokes laughed at, a zillion moments tucked in her brain to add up to nothing because she had forgotten how to love. She was still that same scared girl I had tried to help hours ago, frightened and thinking she was alone.

The angel dropped even lower, coming to rest in the cup of her hand. “You must be brave now,” she admonished, crying, still crying.

A spike of fear lit through her and died. “Why?” she whispered.

“It's going to hurt.”

The fear redoubled, and Tammy held her breath.
Why?
she thought, her question echoing in both Paul's and my minds.

“I won't leave you. I'll stay until it's over,” the angel said like a parent reassuring a child they wouldn't leave until he fell asleep, and the warmth of her stole up Tammy's arm and settled in her chest.

Am I going to die?
Tammy asked, her thought quavering.

“You've already done that, love.”

Fear, my own this time, filled me. It was true. Tammy was dead. She had not taken another breath since the angel had told her it was going to hurt. I felt Paul's panic, and I squished my own terror. We were okay. We weren't dead.
But Tammy was.

What's going to happen to me?
Tammy asked, her thoughts clearer now among ours.

And still the angel cried. “I'm sorry,” she said, beautiful in her sorrow. “I wish I could make it different, but all I'm made for is to protect in case your soul would revive and be renewed before you died, but it's too late.” Her eyes—too bright to see—bore into Tammy, finding me somewhere inside her.
Is it now? Or is it yet to be?

What?
Tammy asked, but I was the one who jumped. She was talking to me. The guardian angel who had been with Tammy was talking to me. She knew I was here, living the future, and the angel didn't know if what we were living was true, or just a maybe. God, I hoped it was a maybe.

A shadow covered the window, and the stink of wet stone. My pulse leapt as I saw the black wing slide into the room through the open window. Fear hit me, sour and rank, and Paul sensed my sudden terror.

“Her soul is dead, Madison,” the guardian angel said to me, not a hint of accusation in her voice. “It died three years ago, and I stayed with her, keeping the black wings from her in the hope that it might rekindle and grow anew, but it did not. She failed to nourish it, and it perished utterly.”

No!
I shouted as the first black wing landed on her.

Tammy screamed, her body dead but something still aware in her. White-hot ice filled her thoughts, peppermint and fire. I tried to pull back, but I was caught in this hell and couldn't escape. Black wings had found her, and her memories were being eaten as we watched, unable to move and stop them. The energy that she had stored as memory was being stripped from her, the dripping sheet of black tearing memories from her like a hyena over a kill.

And like hyenas, more came. One by one, they fought their way into the room and covered Tammy as she screamed and writhed in her mind, unable to escape, unable to fight back, her body flaccid and still.

Stop!
I pleaded, feeling real tears slip down my real cheeks somewhere across time in a dark graveyard. The memory of having my own thoughts stripped from me returned, and I felt anew the burning lack, the fear of nothing being left behind. She was being taken apart, aware and watching.
This?
I thought in horror.
This is what happens to lost souls? No wonder dark reapers kill them.

Someone please help me!
Tammy screamed, her body peaceful but her mind in terror as huge chunks of her disappeared. She was becoming nothing. I couldn't help her, and I cried, huge racking sobs as I tried to hold her together, failing.

Not this!
I said, fighting off a black wing when the image of a sun-drenched car from Tammy's memories filled me. There was laughter, a silly song. Nothing much, but there was happiness. This they couldn't take, and I pulled it to me, hoarding it.

The black wing I took it from rose up, and I howled as it fought me for it, hungry and having gotten a taste. I shoved a memory to it, one just as precious but one of mine. The black wing melted into nothing, not knowing the difference. I curled myself around Tammy's beautiful memory, crying and wishing it would all just end.

Slowly Tammy's agony and terror ebbed as more and more was taken, and less and less was left, and finally it was just Paul and me. One by one, the black wings lifted, swollen and misshapen as they staggered out the open window, bumping into the glass like wasps until they found their way. My thoughts shaky, I reached for Paul's presence, feeling like a great tide of poison had rolled over us and only we had survived. The guardian angel was still with us, her tears now ceased as the one she watched and protected, in the slim hope her soul would renew itself, vanished as if she had never existed. Hope, that's all the light reapers bought with their guardian angels, a slim hope that the soul would rekindle. It was a hope that Barnabas had started with his beautiful Sarah, and heartache filled me at the travesty of it.

“Has this happened yet?” the angel asked me, her voice sad. “I can't tell. Has
this
happened yet? Is it happening now? You've never been here before at the end.”

I felt raw, and even though I knew I was really sitting in a graveyard, I also knew I was here, in the future, talking to Tammy's guardian angel that she didn't have yet.
It hasn't happened,
I thought, feeling emotionally drained. Cupped in the curve of my awareness was one bright spot of glory—Tammy's memory too beautiful to allow to be eaten.

The angel rose up, her eyes going terrible and hard. “Make it stop,” she said, and it was as if she carried the voice of God in her. “Please,” she added, sounding helpless now. And then she vanished.

The world flashed red, and I let out a choking sob of relief. It was over, and I steadied myself for the gut-wrenching feeling of my consciousness being yanked back across the years of what-if to reality.

I woke up crying, curled up on the wet grass between Nakita and Barnabas, Josh standing awkwardly as if not knowing how he could help. They were silent and subdued, knowing that it had to be bad by the shape I was in. Meeting their eyes, I saw the tears in Nakita's. Barnabas had cried his last eons ago, but the pain behind his gaze was no less. He had started this when Sarah's soul had revived. I didn't know if I should thank or curse him. It was awful.

Sitting up, I looked for Paul. He was standing hunched beside a distant tombstone, puking his guts out. “I'm sorry,” I whispered, and he turned, wiping his mouth. Haggard, he faced me, looking more alone than I'd ever seen a person. I tried to get up, and Josh jumped to help. My hand was cold in his, and shaking.

“Are you okay?” I asked Paul, hearing my voice crack. “That was a bad one.”

“No.” His word was short, full of the dead terror we had endured. “That . . .” he said, hands shaking as he tried to find words. “That was hell. This job is hell!”

I couldn't find fault with him there, and I staggered, listing sideways until Josh pulled me upright. “It's not always like that,” I breathed.
Sometimes you're burned alive.

Paul turned away, his expression ugly as he tried to come to grips with what we had seen. I leaned against a rock—excuse me . . . a grave marker—and Josh let go after making sure I wasn't going to fall over. “You okay?” he asked, and I nodded, not looking up at him.

“It was a flash forward,” I said, and Barnabas sighed, seeming to know what I'd seen. “We saw Tammy's death. A few years from now, I'm guessing. I don't know. She had a guardian angel so I think if we walk away right now, we fail to help her.” My words drifted to nothing as I thought back to what the angel had said to me.

“We have to do something,” I said, remembering the pain Tammy ended her life with, and then the utter nothingness, a nothing so complete that it was as if she had never existed. “If we can't help her, Tammy's life is worthless, no grace, no beauty. She didn't do anything to nourish her soul. No art, no creativity, taking in nothing outside of eating, sleeping, living, and when she died, her soul was eaten by black wings.”

Bile rose, and I forced it back. She was gone. Except for the tiny bit I had kept. I could feel it in me, lost, alone, and not fitting in with the rest of my memories.

Nakita touched my arm and I jumped. Her eyes were brimming with tears, but it only made her more beautiful. “I'm sorry, Madison. I thought you knew that's what happened to lost souls if they can't rekindle them. That's why I was so confused. Rekindled souls happen so rarely. So very rarely.” She was looking at Barnabas. His head was down, and it looked as if he was reliving his entire lifetime of lonely heartache.

“I didn't know!” I shouted, and he looked up, tears in his eyes. “I didn't know,” I said softly. “No one told me.” I glanced at Paul. Clearly he hadn't known, either. My sorrow was shifting to anger, but it didn't feel any better.

“That's why we take them early,” Nakita said, giving Barnabas a soft glance. “To spare them that and save what we can. If Tammy is scythed tonight, a light reaper will keep her soul safe until she is welcomed home, remembered, loved. Like Bar-nabas was going to do for you until you stole Kairos's amulet. But if she is given a guardian angel and her soul doesn't rekindle itself . . .”

I finished Nakita's thought for her. “A life of nothing, ending in the same.”

I turned from them, heartsick and confused. Maybe I should just give up and send reapers to cull souls.

“I can't do this.”

It had come from Paul, and I looked up at him, his features hidden in shadow.

“I can't be the light timekeeper,” he said. “This is insane!” He started to back away into the dark. “I can't do it! I can't!”

Barnabas pressed his lips together. Reaching out, he grabbed Paul's arm. “You are the rising light timekeeper.”

“I don't want it!” Paul said, panicking but unable to break Barnabas's hold. “I can't
do
that! I can't send reapers out to put guardian angels on people if all they are going to do is be eaten by that sludge! It would be better if they died young!”

My head dropped as Paul struggled to unwedge himself from Barnabas's grip, finally managing it and stepping back as he rubbed his arm. And that was where we were. Neither of us wanted to do what was expected of us. I knew I should be depressed, but a part of me was glad I wasn't the only one being asked to do something I didn't want to do. Together, maybe, we could do what one of us could not.

“Listen to me!” Barnabas said, his hand on his amulet as if it was the hilt of his sword. “You are the rising light timekeeper! You will keep your mouth shut. You will learn what Ron teaches you. You will take his amulet when he steps down!”

“Barnabas!” Nakita exclaimed, appalled.

Barnabas ignored her. “And when you reach your power, you will use your understanding of choice to change things,” he finished.

Josh exhaled in understanding, and I stiffened. Barnabas turned his gaze to me, and I shivered at the depth of his heartache. Eons of it, stored behind his dark eyes. “You both will,” he said to me, his voice breaking. “We just have to be patient.”

“I don't want to wait a lifetime to make a difference,” I said.

“Then you find them when you can,” Barnabas said, a new, almost eerie fervor to his voice that bordered on the fanatical. “Talk to them if they listen.
Before
Ron sends an angel to guard them or the seraphs send a reaper to scythe them.”

It was what I had been trying to do all along. Barnabas believed it was possible. Maybe now, Paul did, too. And if Paul did, perhaps we had a real chance.

“We have to find Tammy,” Paul said, his voice almost virulent. “We have to change this. She can't be allowed to live her life if all that is at the end of it is . . . for the sum of her life and memories to be eaten by a mindless dish of bacteria!”

“Then we do this?” I said, hope making me shake inside.

Paul took a breath, knowing he was agreeing to more than saving Tammy. He was going to get in trouble. Ron wasn't going to be happy. Screw Ron.

“We do this,” Paul said. His eyes closed briefly, and then he turned to look deeper into the graveyard, across it to the rest of the town. “She's not very far away.”