Zil laughed and pointed. “He’s yours, Turk!”
And Zil was off again, with Lance at his side, Lance like a blond warrior god, like Thor, slashing away at everyone now, no longer differentiating between freak or non-freak, they could all die, all of them who had refused to join Zil. “Run!” Zil screamed. “Run, you cowards! Join me, or run for your lives!”
He paused for a minute, winded from running uphill. Lance stopped beside him. Others, half a dozen of them, the Human Crew faithful, each of them a human hero, Zil thought fiercely.
Then Lance’s grin fell. He pointed. Back down the road they had just climbed.
Dekka, walking, but fast just the same.
Relentless.
Someone was beside Zil. He could sense her. Nerezza. He looked at her. Her throat was red, like the first stage of serious bruising. There was a cut on her forehead. Her eyes were bloodshot and her hair was all astray.
“Who did that to you?” Zi
l demanded, outraged.
Nerezza ignored him. “She has to be stopped.”
“Who?” Zil jerked his chin toward Dekka. “Her? How am I supposed to stop her?”
“Her powers don’t reach as far as your gun, Zil,” Nerezza said.
Zil frowned. “Are you sure?”
“I am.”
“How do you know? Are you a freak?”
Nerezza laughed. “What am I? What are you, Zil? Are you the Leader? Or are you a coward who hides from some fat, black lesbian freak? Because right now you choose which to be.”
Lance glanced nervously at Zil. Turk started to say something but couldn’t seem to find the right words.
“She has to be stopped,” Nerezza said.
“Why?” Zil asked.
“Because we’re going to need gravity, Leader.”
Mary reached the top of the road, up to Clifftop. A series of smaller pathways led down to the cliff itself.
She looked back to check on her charges and saw the whole population of Perdido Beach seemingly following her.
Kids were spread all down the road, some running, some wheezing and gasping for breath. At the back of the crowd Zil and a handful of gun-toting thugs.
Farther off, kids who had fled to the beach were being herded back onto the road.
This second group fled from a different terror. From where she stood Mary could too clearly see Drake, driving terrified kids before him. Some were in the water. Others tried to climb over the breakwater and the rocks that separated Perdido’s main beach from the smaller beach beneath Clifftop.
As the Prophetess had said. The tribulation of fire. The demon. And the red sunset in which Mary would lay down her burden.
Mary cried, “Come with me, children, stay with me!”
And they did.
They followed her across the overgrown, formerly manicured grounds of Clifftop. To the cliff. To the very edge of the cliff, with the blank, inscrutable FAYZ wall just to their left, the end of their particular world.
Down below on the beach, Orsay sat cross-legged on the rock that had become her pulpit. Some kids had already reached her and gathered, terrified, around her. Others were scrambling down the cliff to her.