Extinction (9 page)

Then Piper sat.
 

“Maybe. But maybe not.”
 

And Peers, his composure shattering, screamed,
“We have to leave! We have to get the fuck out of here before Armageddon begins!”
 

“What’s coming, exactly, Peers?” Meyer asked.
 

Lila stood. Faced Peers. She was a foot shorter than him, but she moved very close, nearly chest to chest, and stared.
 

If you had anything to do with taking my daughter and keeping her from me,
she thought,
I’ll slit your throat.
 

Peers looked down at Lila, blinked, looked away. Lila stared for another three seconds, basking in his discomfort.
 

“I’m going to take a bath,” she announced and walked away.
 

She made it to the basement’s surprisingly well-appointed bathroom, turned on the water, and started to scream.

CHAPTER 9

Clara ran through the streets trailing Nick and Ella, realizing she’d apparently decided to trust and join them without ever making a real decision. They ran fast and Clara followed. After several blocks she finally stopped to look back and see that they weren’t just heading away from the small, vacant home the Mullah tunnel had opened into, but away from the palace as well.
 

She thought of her mother. She thought of Piper, who for some reason she could feel much more than usual, but who she doubted could precisely see or feel her. She thought of the others. And for the scantest of seconds Clara considered running back to them, knowing she wanted them, and that they must be worried about her. But the Lightborns’ pull was stronger.

Every second she stayed with them, Clara’s mind seemed to strengthen its connections to theirs — and not just to Nick and Ella; also to the people they were linked to and those peoples’ first-degree connections as well. She couldn’t focus while running, but to Clara’s expanding mind the potential of this new Lightborn kinship felt like a closed bud opening to bloom. She would, in time, be able to touch any of them, anywhere.

She imagined the feeling of a drug. Like the psychedelics that Grandma Heather and Grandpa Meyer had taken, which Clara discovered after exploring their past feelings. Like the mental trip to another place. And like a drug, the sensation was addicting.
 

Clara wanted her mother. But the thought of severing herself from these others now that she’d finally found them struck her as intolerable, impossible, unthinkable.
 

Inside her head, boxes opened. Tight knots unwound themselves without effort. Avenues opened, and puzzle pieces slotted into place. And she thought: that alarm we all just heard. It means something — but not what the rest of the people in Ember Flats would think it meant if they were able to hear it, which they weren’t.
 

It wasn’t a public signal.

The alert the three children had felt? The thing that had been like a flashing light and a blaring klaxon? That had been Astral. Something the aliens were sharing with each other, not meant for general consumption.
 

Clara saw a branching tree of light, with other Lightborns at the end of every limb.
 

Where are we going?
Clara shouted to Nick and Ella, inside her mind.
 

[We have a place.]

The voice wasn’t a voice but still had something like a sound, a tone — sharp-edged, matter-of-fact, direct, yet understanding. Nick.
 

And then a softer presence showed Clara what Nick had spoken of. She saw a large room with little flair and a lot of warmth: couches in varying stages of disrepair arranged haphazardly around a large, open space, most carved into semi-personalized nooks. One was claimed with posters, stuck to the wall behind it. Another was piled with pillows in cat-patterned fabric. One had been painted — a couch, painted. The surface of the paint had been hard at first, probably, but now it was cracked and softened from use: small islands of upholstery bearing tiny isles of paint rather than a big unbroken expanse of color.
 

But the Astrals …

As if in answer, Clara’s thought was cut short as the trio ran up on a large patrol of Reptars. The scene had not been made ready for children’s eyes. The things were eating, and what they were eating was, in at least two cases, still alive. Limbs and blood were everywhere, painting the walls like a macabre mural. As they arrived, practically skidding to a stop on their sneakers, two of the black animal things flicked their insect legs and rushed off between a row of broken-windowed buildings. There was another human scream from that direction, then it was severed as if with a blade.
 

(Don’t run, Clara.)

Clara fought her muscles. She turned to Ella, whose eyes repeated the same thing her mental voice had whispered:
Don’t run
.
 

But although Clara herself understood, her legs and arms did not. When you encountered Reptars, you ran. It’s what their group had always done. It’s what had kept them alive.
 

Images flashed through Clara’s mind, all from Nick, attempting to convince her in the fastest way possible not to move. Words were too slow. Pictures and feelings and other people’s memories spoke millions of words in slivers of seconds.
 

She saw a group of children surrounded. She saw them exit without a scratch, practically elbowing their way through the frothing Reptar circle as if politely excusing themselves.
 

She saw a representation of an old-school circuit, with a component missing.
 

She saw images from stories Clara remembered from when she’d been younger and Mom had read out loud from her Vellum, all now coming from Nick’s memories: Br’er Rabbit who’d fooled the fox; a pirate with two blind eyes. Then seeming thousands of personal recollections from within the Lightborn network, each showing a Reptar or a Titan or a shuttle, and a child walking heedlessly by.
 

[They’ll see you if you run.]

But now Clara understood. The Reptars wouldn’t precisely
see
her, would they? They’d see her emotions. They’d see the panic that accompanied running.
 

Which meant that right now, looking the black things in their alien eyes, the Reptars weren’t seeing them at all. Not in the way they saw normal children or adults. Not in the way they saw targets or food.
 

Clara found herself remembering the Mullah tunnels. The way Sadeem had shoved her into the closet so she wouldn’t be discovered. The way the threat that time hadn’t been Reptars but the tiny BB drones.
 

She looked to Ella, a question on her lips. But Ella shook her head, took her hand, and led Clara away. Then, away from the Reptars, she said, “They don’t seem to notice us. You didn’t know that?”
 

Clara fought a hammering heart and shook her head. “I’ve always been with someone else.”

Nick held up a hand. The
Shh!
Clara heard came from Nick’s mind, not his lips.
 

A low chattering came from every direction at once. It was like one long, low Reptar purr. The sound of a thousand horrid things emerging from dark closets in the middle of the night.

More Reptars emerged from the shadows. They came in rough pairs, two-by-two like soldiers in formation. Seeing it reminded Clara that although Reptars looked like animals, they were beings with brains and thought and logic — Astrals as much as Titans. Watching so many enter the street around them was chilling. They moved with an icy precision, each pair moving to a dwelling and camping at its front like guards at a palace.
 

A door across the street banged open. The middle-aged woman who emerged had a front covered in red, as if she’d spilled something across her chest. Her eyes, even from where the children were standing, were wide enough to see whites all the way around.
 

Maybe the Reptars couldn’t see the children, but the woman could. She stumbled three steps toward them with her hand out, failing to notice the new Reptar sentinels flanking her house.
 

Then she fell to the sidewalk and didn’t get up.
 

A scream. Another scream.
 

More people emerged, many grasping their throats, most with the same curious red wash down their front. Some had the same red on their hands, and one old man had it all over his face, as if splashed there.
 

Some of the people collapsed as the woman had, frozen.
 

Those who didn’t came toward the children as if drawn. But then the Reptars moved out between them, and the people stepped back, stopping when they encountered the other Reptars behind them, surrounded.

The surviving and red-painted people of Ember Flats stared at the children, but the Reptars seemed not to notice.

Two words entered Clara’s mind — maybe from Nick or Ella, maybe from within herself, maybe from the air as an intercepted Astral thought, or maybe even from Piper, all the way back at the palace:

Gathering
.
 

And
Plague
.
 

The warning siren the children had heard in their minds wasn’t something these people had heard. Their shocked faces told Clara that they’d seen something different. Something that had terrified them to the core.
 

No, the siren had been Astral to Astral, telling the others that it was time.
 

Time for what?
Clara wondered.
 

Ella said,
I’d rather not find out
.
 

CHAPTER 10

Peers sat on one of Jabari’s couches, then Nocturne came and sat with his head on Peers’s knee. He looked down, and then, after a few seconds, ran his hand along the dog’s head and neck in long, slow strokes. Poor, dumb dog, with no idea of what was going on. Lucky animal — still occupied only with comforting his master, playing with toys, tugging on ropes, and chasing thrown balls.

He looked around the room. The tension was practically visible. Meyer and Kindred were angry. They wanted to leave — to try whatever it took to flee the city and reach the escape vehicles Jabari had planned for but had given up accessing. But he didn’t have allies in Meyer and Kindred. They — like Jabari, Piper, and Lila — were untrusting. He couldn’t blame them. He wouldn’t trust himself right now, either.
 

Peers couldn’t tell them how he knew about the tunnels, how to get through them, or where they almost certainly went: because he’d once been Mullah, and knew how they thought.
 

He couldn’t tell them all he knew about Clara because that would implicate him in her abduction.
 

And he
definitely
couldn’t tell them how he knew about the Dark Rider ship. Even Jabari hadn’t known about that, and she’d made a career out of analyzing past visits and, apparently, predicting and mapping this one’s probable course. The Da Vinci Initiate had been among the first to weigh in when the Astral app had spotted the approaching ships, mincing few words in what they believed them to be. And yet even she had no clue what the big ship meant — including reasons why they needed to flee and why it wouldn’t care if they did. Hell, the reason he knew half those details was something he couldn’t even admit to other Mullah.
 

Why yes — I know the ship has come to fuck us up because the Astrals told me as much when I told them to go ahead and hightail it here to judge us.

Peers felt a churning in his gut. He could barely swallow. It had been that way since he’d seen the memory sphere’s record of his juvenile transgression in the Temple. Arrogant, stupid little boy, eager to see what secrets the Elders had kept from him — and now he knew he’d caused the end of the modern world.
 

Great going, asshole.
 

Peers looked around before putting his face in his hands, knowing how it would look. But then, when he saw that Meyer and Kindred were deep in discussion, with Jabari across the room talking to Piper, he did so anyway. It was all too much. He was the guiltiest man in history, and he couldn’t even confess. They’d kill him if he did. They’d skin him alive and leave him to slowly die.