Текст книги "Unknown"

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Shhhhh,Pearl said soothingly in my mind. Oh my sister, he’s mine to give. And I give you this gift. I’m not ready to let you go quite yet. It’s not time.

“No!” I screamed it, but it was too late.

The boy wasn’t acting of his own accord. This child, this marvelous and beautiful child who would grow to be a marvelous, beautiful man, was completely under her control. Against his own will, he poured power into me, emptied every reserve. It roared into me in a fierce, white-hot cascade, burning through my nerves, spilling in a flood through the wounded tissues. Healing. Mending sliced arteries. Forcing the wound closed.

Saving me. Destroying himself.

“No!” I whispered, but I couldn’t stop it. Couldn’t sever the connection. I was too weak, and perhaps, at some primal level, I was too afraid. Too afraid of dying myself.

She emptied him of everything. Every tiny scrap of power, even the tiny bursts of energy that kept the cells of his body alive.

She killed him to save me.

“No!” My scream was raw, and it filled the narrow space of the hallway, raced through the space, echoed from the roots of my soul.

I caught the boy as he fell, but it was too late. He was emptied by Pearl and discarded like garbage.

I was weak, pale, and horribly damaged, but I was no longer on the edge of death. He had gone on without me, into the dark.

Not by his choice.

I heard voices in the distance, a confusion of shouting, running feet. You should go now, sister,Pearl said. I wouldn’t have you waste my gift. But I won’t allow you to take more of my children. I need them for our next meeting.

“I will,” I said out loud. My voice was bloody, ragged with rage. “I will stop you from doing this. I will stop you.”

You know how,Pearl said. All you have to do is act. But if you do, this one child dead before you is the first of billions. Then again, if you don’t act, I will do the same to the Djinn, the Oracles, to the faithless Mother who turned her back on me. Which would you prefer?

Let the Djinn save themselves. I couldn’t face another death now, much less the deaths of billions.

But there had to be another way.

“I will stop you,” I repeated. “However it has to happen.”

I gathered up the fallen child in my arms. My blood soaked into the boy’s clothing from my own, and I staggered and fell against the wall, dizzy from the effort and a sudden, overwhelming feeling of anguish. I am guilty of this,I thought. Guilty of destroying something astonishing.I might have stopped him, if I’d been strong enough. His life, for mine. It wasn’t a fair bargain.

I had to find some way to make it worthwhile. And I had to face his parents, look them in the eyes, and explain why I had failed their son.

I owed him that.

A dark shape rounded the far end of the sloping hallway, at the opposite curve from my exit—not a child, an adult. Tall and broad, and armed with a rifle, which he aimed in my direction. I had no time for subtleties; I melted the barrel of his gun just as he pulled the trigger. It exploded in his hands, sending him reeling back into the man behind him, who shoved his bleeding, screaming colleague aside to raise his own rifle and squeeze off two fast shots. His aim was poor, thanks to quick reactions and adrenaline, but the hallway was narrow, and one of the bullets caught me low in the side, in the bulletproof vest.

I turned my back as he vaulted forward, screaming his defiance, followed by a whole rank of his friends.

I ran for the exit. The weight of the dead boy was like lead in my arms, and my body felt as if it might collapse with every dull step, but I rounded the corner still ten feet ahead of the pursuers . . .

... and the door was closed.

I slammed my hand down on the nacreous surface, willing it to open, but it refused.

I didn’t say I would make it easy, sister,Pearl laughed in my head. I want you suffering. For a very long time, the way you made me suffer. I want to bury that tiny part of you in the ground, trapped and bleeding and aware, aware for all time. I want to feel your screams echoing in eternity. You deserve that.

I put my back to the blank wall where the door should have been, breathing hard, and watched all the soldiers plug the hallway, blocking any possible alternate routes. Metallic clicks as they aimed their weapons, but the man in the front rank held up a clenched fist, and no one fired.

“Put him down,” the man said. “And get on your knees, hands behind your head.”

I couldn’t disable so many weapons. Even if I could, they had other weapons, and I sensed that some of them, if not many, had other powers they could bring to bear against me.

I was trapped, completely and utterly trapped.

But I was not giving up the boy.

Or kneeling.

Not now. Not to them. Not ever.

The leader of the security force must have recognized that, because he nodded sharply and put his weapon to his shoulder, sighted, and fired. One shot.

It hit me in the leg, shattering my femur, and I screamed and almost went down.

He adjusted his aim to target the other leg. When I reached out with power to try to disable his gun, something blocked me—him, or one of his men.

The wall softened behind my back, sagged outward under my weight, and I fell as it popped and pulled aside in that eerie round mouth.

Spitting me out, this time.

“Cassiel!” Luis screamed. He grabbed my hand and dragged me around the curve of the dome, slapped a hand on its surface, and dialed the opening close in the face of the security leader. “Oh God, what the hell . . . ?”

There was chaos at the perimeter. FBI agents had driven an armored truck down the slope of the hill, and were engaged in a full firefight against a squad of Pearl’s human guards, while still others were fighting off an assault by the chimera bear/panther predators. It was all lit by a hellish, fiery glow as the treetops burned around us.

Turner, panting, raced toward us, stopping along the way to trade shots with a human guard. He grabbed me by one arm, Luis took the other, and they started to drag me off.

The boy tumbled from my grip. “No!” I shrieked. “No, bring him! Bring him!” I fought them in a frenzy, grabbing at the boy’s body. Luis recognized that we would all die if he didn’t try to help me, and slung the boy over one shoulder as he pulled me along, limping on one bloody leg, toward the armored carrier.

He and Turner thrust me inside, along with a medic who climbed in with a pack of supplies. Also in the truck

I found the two sleeping Warden children, and Isabel, who was curled up in a ball in one corner, watching the fight with bright, terrified eyes. She looked at me—bloody, pale, wild as I was—and threw herself into my arms as I collapsed on the seat beside her.

I tried to hold her as the world slipped greasily around me, but the pain came in waves, blacking out everything, and I heard the medic say, “Hold still,” and then it was all dark.

Not even the rattle of gunfire followed me.

Chapter 11

I WOKE IN SILENCE,in sunlight, in my own bed in my own apartment. The covers were twisted over me. My leg was bandaged and braced, and I felt exhausted, feverish, achy.

Human, and lost because of it.

I smelled coffee brewing, and the pressure of a full bladder forced me up to the necessary task. I then seized a pair of crutches leaning against the wall and hobbled my way into the small kitchen, where I found a pot of coffee simmering on the burner. I poured a mug and drank, then refilled it, without sitting down.

From the sofa in the small living room, I heard Luis say, “You feeling better?”

“I am now,” I said, and drank yet another cup to the dregs, set the mug down, and clumsily made my way to the sofa to sink down beside him. The crutches clattered down on the floor.

Luis looked . . . himself. Bruised, yes, and some the worse for wear, but I saw no serious wounds or braces. Lucky,I thought. Or more skilled than I at surviving it.

“Thank you for the coffee,” I said.

“De nada,”he replied. “I made it for myself. You got a side benefit.”

He turned, arm across the back of the sofa, and studied me with concern. I didn’t meet his gaze. Instead, I drew fingertips down my leg. “I don’t remember,” I said. “Being treated for this.”

“You wouldn’t. They kept you out. You were thrashing around like a caged lion. It’s okay, though. The brace is on just to keep you from doing something crazy. Bones are together.” He paused for a moment before saying, “Crazy being totally damn relative with you, by the way.”

I sighed and let my head fall back against the sofa. “At no point did I wish myself injured,” I told him. “I’m not by nature that sort of masochist. That’s a human trait.”

“No, you’re a sadist is what you are. You know what it’s like to be close to you, Cassiel? You know what it’s like to feel so . . . helpless? Watch you do this to yourself?” He stopped and rubbed his hand over his face. “Shit. It’s not your fault, I know that. I just hate it. I hate this. How did it get to be this way?”

“By slow steps,” I said. “By nobody’s will.” I twisted awkwardly, and met his gaze at last. “Isabel?”

“She’s all right.” He didn’t sound convinced of it, but more as if he was trying to make himself believe. “She’ll beall right, anyway. They did some unholy shit to these kids, you know. They made them think—all kinds of things. Used illusion to convince them the people they ought to trust were evil. There’s no pit deep enough for these bastards, I’m telling you that right now.”

“And her power?” I asked.

“We’re looking into it,” Luis said softly. “She’s got a dual gift. Or would have had, anyway. The Wardens don’t want to lose that. But they can’t have her running around with those kinds of uncontrolled powers, either. Neither can I. Not if I love her. But I don’t know how—I don’t know how I can let them neuter her like that.”

I felt that go through me like a bolt of electricity. “Neuter her?”

“You know, do the surgery. Take away her powers completely. It’s dangerous, and it might be fatal if they fuck it up. Worse, it’s not always effective. It could leave part of her power intact, to surface later, and she’d be even worse at dealing with it.”

Not to mention what damage it would do to Isabel herself. Some Wardens could walk away from their powers safely. Others . . . others crawled away, bloody and bleeding. Others would do anything to undo the choice they made.

Isabel wasn’t the sort of Warden who could walk away. I knew that already, I saw it in her. She was powerful, and she would only get more powerful.

Or more damaged.

Or both.

It was the nightmare that Pearl had promised them, and here it was, a terrible possibility. I’d promised. I’d promised them . . .

“What will you do?” I asked him. He looked down at his hands, flexing his fingers as if they pained him.

“Don’t know,” he said. “Wish to hell I did. I think—I think I have to take the chance to temporarily block her powers again. That’s dangerous in itself, and it doesn’t always work, but at least it’s not ... permanent. If we can delay things for another six, seven years, at least she’ll have enough physical maturity to handle what happens inside her body with the Earth power. That would be the right age for that to start emerging anyway. The other kids aren’t in as bad a shape.”

I nodded. It sounded best to me, too.

“She wants to see you,” he said. “I told her no, not right now. You need time to heal.” He swallowed. “And I have to ask what happened with that boy. The one who died.”

“You have to ask officially.”

“Yes.”

I closed my eyes. “I killed him.”

Silence. Outside I heard life going on—someone mowing the grass, children laughing, radios and televisions competing for attention through open windows. The drone of an airplane overhead. Car engines on the street beyond.

Luis said, “I don’t think you did, Cass. I examined the body. He was drained, just like the boy in the van. I know you wouldn’t do that. I know you couldn’t. It was Pearl.” He fell silent for a few seconds, then said, “Tell me what happened.”

I did, slowly, without any real emotion in my voice. I couldn’t feel much just now. Only exhaustion. Futility. When I was finished, Luis reached out and took my hand in his, and squeezed hard.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he said. “I am so sorry.”

“It was my choice,” I said. “To go in. I thought it was right.”

“It was. We got Ibby and those other two back.”

He didn’t understand. Pearl had gotten exactly what she wanted.

Isabel had come back to us, and we had no idea what had really been done to her. I doubted Pearl had allowed us to take her without there being a deeper purpose in it.

And part of me had been burned black in the process—a critical part that connected me to the human race. “The boy,” I said. “What happened to his body?”

“We took it with us,” Luis said. “I looked into it myself. His parents are dead. He was an orphan. Disappeared from a foster family years ago. Nobody to mourn him but us.”

That wasn’t better.

“She’s using me,” I said. “Picadors and the bull. She’s driving me toward something, and soon I won’t have any choices left, Luis. Soon, I’ll have to destroy what I love, or see everything else taken. There’s no way out. She’s thought of everything. I can’t—”

“You can,” he interrupted me. “Cassiel. Ashan didn’t pick you for no damn reason. He picked you because you were the onlyDjinn who could do this. Who could face Pearl and win. Even he couldn’t do it, or he would have. You’re not done. We’re not done.”

“I’m tired of chasing her,” I said. “I have to find a way to get ahead of her.”

“Then we will,” he said.

“Just like that.”

“Yeah, pretty much. What did all those locations the FBI showed us have in common?”

I felt a stirring of something like interest. Like hope. “Ley lines,” I said. “They were following ley lines.”

“Then we follow them too. We start locking down places she could go. We start hemming her in, forcing her to play ourgame.” Luis’s hand felt warm against my face. “Look at me.”

I opened my eyes and focused on him. He was close now, and the fierce light in his eyes surprised me.

“Don’t let her take you down,” he said. “I know you, Cass. I’ve seen you. You’re part of me, and I’m part of you, and that’s how it is, all right? You can’t pull bullshit on me because I know.Whatever you used to be, however much of a badass Djinn, you are one of us now. Human. Fragile. Feeling. It’s all right to feel.”

I felt tears well up. Real tears, hot with anguish, with frustration, with awful fear. They burned in my eyes like Djinn fire.

His thumbs stroked them away as they fell.

“Don’t let her make you the villain,” he said, and kissed me. “Because I don’t want to be in love with the villain, okay?”

I clung to him desperately, tasting my tears on his lips, tasting the warm, sweet light beneath of his love for me.

He meant this.

He meant it.

And for a moment—just a moment—I found that peace, that gentle whispering calm, that came from the Earth herself.

Not alone, though.

There were two of us in that place of peace.

And that was enough, for the moment.

... To be continued in Outcast Season: Unseen

TRACK LIST

As always, music is my muse—and sometimes my lifeline. Here are the tracks that helped steer me through the turns on Outcast Season: Unknown.

"Under the Gun" Supreme Beings of Leisure

"John Barleycorn" Traffic

"Glory Box" Portishead

"The Hop" Radio Citizen featuring Bajka

"Roads" Portishead

"My Old Self" Wide Mouth Mason

"I Got Mine" The Black Keys

"C'mon C'mon" The Von Bodies

"Every Inambition" The Trews

"Ladylike" Big Wreck

"Six-Pack" The Perpetrators

"Best Way to Die" Jet Set Satellite

"Little Toy Gun" Honehoney

"WannaBe in L.A." Eagles of Death Metal

"I Don't Care (Single Version)" Fall Out Boy

"Many Shades of Black" The Raconteurs

"Headfirst Slide into Cooperstown on a Bad Bet" Fall Out Boy

"U.R.A. Fever" The Kills

"Manic Girl" Radio Iodine

"Take Me to the Speedway" The Dexateens

"Alsatian" White Rose Movement

"Poison Whiskey" Tishamingo

"Welcome Home" Coheed & Cambria

"Tick Tick Boom" The Hives

"Jockey Full of Bourbon" Joe Bonamassa

"Leopard-Skin Pill-Box Hat" Beck

"The Ballad of John Henry" Joe Bonamassa

"Funkier Than Mosquito's Tweeter" Joe Bonamassa

"Happier Times" Joe Bonamassa

"Faster" Rachael Yamagata

"Around the Bend (Radio Edit)" The Asteroids Galaxy Tour

"Slow Dance with a Stranger" Danger Radio

"Ardmore" Cardinal Trait

"Bounce" The Cab

"Figure It Out" Plain White T's

"I'm Not Cool" Sohodolls

"Under the Gun" Supreme Beings of Leisure

"All the Same to Me" Anya Marina

"Cut Up" Duchess Says

"Night Train (Bonus Track)" The Kills

"The Trick Is to Keep Breathing" Garbage

"Homecoming" Hey Monday

"Baby, You're on Your Own" The Steepwater Band

"I'm Not Jesus (feat. Corey Taylor)" Apocalyptica

"Under the Gun" Supreme Beings of Leisure

"The Little Things" Danny Elfman

"Prayer" Lizzie West

"Down by the River" P. J. Harvey

"Cruel" Tori Amos

"Welcome to the World" Kevin Rudolf & Rick Ross

"Lighten Up, Francis" Puscifer

"Time Bomb" Jessy Greene

"Ain't No Rest for the Wicked" Cage the Elephant

"That's Not My Name" The Ting Tings

"Goodbye" Kristina DeBarge

"With Me Tonight" Aynsley Lister

"As the Rush Comes (Radio Edit)" Motorcycle

"In One Ear" Cage the Elephant

"Top Yourself" The Raconteurs

"Time's Up" Aynsley Lister

"Running Out on Me" Aynsley Lister

"Sugar Low" Aynsley Lister

"Disorderly Me" Aynsley Lister

"Fruit Machine" The Ting Tings

"Take Me on the Floor" Veronicas

"28" Starewell

"Sugar" Respectables

"Close Your Eyes" Grey Eye Glances

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Rachel Caineis the internationally bestselling author of more than thirty novels, including the Weather Warden series. She was born at White Sands Missile Range, which people who know her say explains a lot. She has been an accountant, a professional musician, and an insurance investigator, and still carries on a secret identity in the corporate world. She and her husband, fantasy artist R. Cat Conrad, live in Texas with their iguanas, Popeye and Darwin. Visit her Web site at www.rachelcaine.com, and look for her on Twitter, LiveJournal, MySpace, and Facebook.