“This ship sounds like a river,” Indie says.
“Are there many rivers where you’re from?” I ask.
She nods.
“The only river I’ve heard of anywhere near here is the Sisyphus River,” I say.
“The Sisyphus River?” Indie asks. I glance over to make sure the Officers and Official don’t listen to us. They seem tired; the female Officer even closes her eyes briefly.
“The Society poisoned it,” I tell her. “Nothing can live in it, or on its banks. Nothing can grow there. ”
Indie looks at me. “You can’t ever really kill a river,” she says. “You can’t kill anything that’s always moving and changing. ”
The Official moves around the air ship, talking to the pilot, speaking with the other Officers. Something about the way he moves on the ship reminds me of Ky; the way he could balance on a moving air train and anticipate small shifts in direction.
Ky did not need the compass with him to do that. I can travel without it, too.
I fly toward Ky and away from Xander and into what is Outer, different.
“Almost there,” the brown-haired Officer calls out. She glances over at us and I see something there—pity. She feels sorry for all of us. For me.
She shouldn’t. No one on this air ship should. I am finally going to the Outer Provinces.
I let myself imagine that Ky waits for me when we land. That I am only moments away from seeing him. Maybe even touching his hand, and later, in the dark, his lips.
“You’re smiling,” Indie says.
“I know,” I say.
Chapter 9
KY
Evening falls hard while we wait for the moon. The sky turns blue and pink and blue again. A darker, deeper blue, the next thing to black.
I still haven’t told Eli that we’re going.
Moments ago, Vick and I showed everyone how to fire the guns. Now we’re waiting to run out on the others and down into the gaping jagged mouth of the Carving.
We hear the sharp beep of an incoming message on the miniport. Vick puts it up to his ear and listens.
I wonder what the Enemy thinks of us, these people that the Society rarely bothers to defend. They gun us down and then we crawl back out in a seemingly endless supply. Do we seem like rats, mice, fleas, some kind of vermin that can’t be killed? Or does the Enemy have some idea of what the Society is doing?
“Listen,” Vick calls out. He’s finished with the miniport. “I just got a message from an Official in charge. ” A murmur runs through the crowd. They stand with black-powdered hands and eyes alive with hope. It’s hard to keep from looking away. Words start going through my mind, a familiar rhythm, and it’s only after a few moments that I realize what I’m doing. I’m saying the words for the dead over them.
“We’re getting new villagers soon,” Vick says.
“How many?” someone calls out.
“I don’t know,” Vick says. “All I know is that the Official says they’re going to be different, but we’re to treat them as any other villager and we’ll be accountable for anything that happens to them. ”
Everyone’s silent. That’s one of the things they told us that has held true—if any of us kill or hurt one of the others, the Officials come for you. Fast. We’ve seen it before. The Society made it clear: we’re not to injure each other. That’s for the Enemy to do.
“Maybe they’re sending a big group,” someone calls out. “Maybe we should wait until they get here to try to fight. ”
“No,” Vick says, the ring of authority in his voice. “If the Enemy comes tonight, we fire tonight. ” He points to the round white moon rising along the horizon. “Let’s get in position. ”
“What do you think he means?” Eli asks after the others have gone. “About the new villagers being different?”
Vick sets his mouth in a firm line and I know we’ve had the same thought. Girls. They’re going to send girls.
“You’re right,” Vick says, looking at me. “They’re getting rid of Aberrations. ”
“And I bet they let all the Anomalies get gunned down before us,” I say, and almost before the words are out of my mouth I see Vick’s hand tighten into a fist and he swings right at my face. I move just in time. He misses, and instinctively I hit him square in the stomach. He staggers back but doesn’t fall.
Eli gasps. Vick and I stare at each other.
The agony in Vick’s eyes didn’t come from the punch I landed. Vick’s been hit before, like I have. We can handle that kind of pain. I’m not sure why what I said caused such a reaction in him, but I know there’s no way he’ll ever tell. I keep my secrets. He keeps his.
“You think I’m an Anomaly?” Vick asks, quiet. Eli takes a step back, keeping his distance.
“No,” I say.
“What if I were?”
“I’d be glad,” I say. “It would mean that someone survived. Or that I’m wrong about what the Society’s doing out here—”
Vick and I both look at the sky. We’ve heard the same thing, felt the same shift.
The Enemy.
The moon is up.
And it’s full.