“You didn’t say anything,” said Jesse, frowning. “You weren’t going to stop me.”
“No.”
“What were you going to do? Let me go through with it, and then kill me if she hadn’t managed to?”
“Yes.”
Jesse stared at him as though he was finally realizing that it was Doro he was talking to, not one of us. Without another word, he turned and went back to his chair.
Doro got up, came closer in to join the group. He sat down beside me, spoke to me softly.
“I warned you.”
“I know,” I said.
He looked around at the others. “You’re all powerful people,” he said. “I wish you weren’t in such a hurry to kill yourselves. Alive, you could grow into something impressive and worthwhile.”
“All seven of us,” said Rachel bitterly.
“If you survive as a group, you won’t be only seven long. Your numbers are small because I’ve deliberately kept them small. If you can work together now, you can begin to grow slowly through your own children and through the latents scattered around the country who are capable of producing telepathically active children. Latents who need only the right mates to produce actives. The seven of you can be the founders and the leaders of a new race.” He paused, glanced at Jesse. “For any of you who don’t realize it, that’s what I want. That’s what I’ve been trying to achieve for thousands of years. It’s what I’ll be on my way to achieving if the seven of you can stay together on your own without killing each other. I think you can. I think that, in spite of the way you’ve been acting, your own lives are still of some importance to you. Of course, if they aren’t, I want to know that, too. So I’m withdrawing my protection from Mary. And, incidentally, I’m releasing her from the restriction put on her.” He glanced at me. “The rest of you don’t know about that. You don’t have to. You’re free now to behave as intelligently or as stupidly as you like.”
“You want us to spend the rest of our lives here?” demanded Rachel.
“If that’s what turns out to be necessary,” said Doro. “I doubt that it will be, though. You’re a very young group. If you survive to grow older, I think you’ll work out a comfortable arrangement.”
“What arrangement!”
“I don’t know, Rae. You’re also a new kind of group. You’ll have to find your own way. Perhaps pairs of you will take over other houses in this neighborhood. Perhaps, in time, you’ll even find a way to travel long distances from Mary without discomfort.”
“I wish I could show you what it feels like to go just a few miles from her,” muttered Jesse “Compare it to straining against a choke chain.”
Doro looked over at him. “It’s easier to take now, though, than it was when you first got here, isn’t it?” He knew it was. I had read Jesse and told him so days before.
Jesse opened his mouth, probably to lie. But he knew he had about as much chance of getting a lie past Doro as he did of getting one past me. He closed his mouth for a moment, then said, “Easier or not, I don’t like it any more now than I ever did. None of us do!”
“That’s at least partly because all of you are trying so hard not to.”
“I’m not trying,” said Jan. “I’m just slowly going out of my mind from being cooped up in this place. I can’t stand it!”
“You’ll find a way to stand it,” said Doro coldly.
“But why should I? Why should any of us? Why should we all suffer because of her?”
There was loud agreement all around.
“You needn’t suffer at all,” he said. “You know better than I do how easily you could slip into your new roles here if you wanted to.” That was something else I had told him—how they were fighting not only me but their own inclinations. He took a deep breath. “But you’re on your own. It would be wise of you to look for ways to live with your new situation, but if you choose not to, go ahead and kill each other.”
“What if we just kill Mary?” said Rachel. She was looking at me as she spoke.
Doro gave her a look of disgust. Then he got up and left me sitting alone, went back to his place. Rachel looked at Jesse. Jesse picked it right up.
“Who’s with us?” he said. “Who wants out of this jail now? Jan?”
“You want to … to kill her?” asked Jan.
“You know any other way out?”
“No. All right. I’m with you.”
“Seth?”
“How many people you figure you need to kill one woman, Jess?”
“As many as I can get, man, and you’re a damned fool if you can’t see why. You’ve read her. You’ve seen what kind of parasite she is. We either get together and kill her, or we wait, and maybe she kills us off one by one.”
I sat there watching, listening to all this, wondering why I was waiting. Jesse was getting people together to kill me and I was waiting. The only intelligent thing I was doing was keeping part of my attention on Rachel. She was the only one of them who might try something on her own. She could damage my body, and she could do it very quickly, I knew. But she couldn’t do it without thinking about it first, deciding to do it. She was dead when she made that decision.
Seth turned to face me, stared at me for several seconds. “You know,” he said, “in the two weeks I’ve been here, I don’t think you and I have done much more than pop off at each other a couple of times. I don’t know you.”
“You’ve been busy,” I said. I glanced at Ada, who sat close to him, looking scared.
“You’re not afraid,” said Seth.
I shrugged.
“Or, if you are, you hide it pretty good.”
And Jesse. “Are you in or out, Dana?”
“Out,” said Seth quietly.
“You’re with her?” Jesse gestured sharply at me. “You like being a Goddamn slave?”
“No, not with her. Not against her, either. She hasn’t done anything to me, man. At least, not anything that was her fault.”
“What the hell does ‘fault’ have to do with it? You’re going to be stuck with her for the rest of your life unless we get rid of her now.”
Seth looked at Ada, then at Clay on his other side. I knew already that Ada wanted no part of this. Jesse, Jan, and Rachel were confirming Ada’s worst fears; were, in her opinion, acting like people who deserved to be quarantined. Clay had been bitter about being dragged away from the fresh start he was going to make in Arizona. And when he heard I was the one who had done the dragging, he decided I was the one to hate. Then, like Seth, he had started to see me as just another of Doro’s creations, no more to blame for what I was than anyone else in the house. Ironically, he felt sorry for me. He didn’t want Seth involved in killing me.
“Well?” demanded Jesse. He glared at Seth.
“I’ve said what I had to say,” said Seth.
Jesse turned away from him in disgust. “Well, Karl, I don’t suppose you want to change sides.”
Karl smiled a little. “I would if you had a chance, Jess. You don’t, you know.”
“Karl, please.” Jan. Sweet Jan. Maybe I could get her, too. “Karl, with you helping us, we would have a chance.”
Karl ignored her, glanced at me. “You are going to try to talk them out of this, aren’t you?”
I nodded, turned to face Jesse. “Man, with three people insisting that they’re going to attack me, I won’t have time to be gentle. No more little cramps. You jump me, and you and Rachel are dead. I might not be able to get Jan, but you two don’t have a chance.”
“Let’s make it even stronger than that,” said Karl. “I don’t want fighting. There’s a possibility that Mary might lose control and do a lot more damage than she intends to do. I’ve read her more thoroughly than you have. I think there’s a real danger that, once she got started, she might take us all. If the three of you are foolish enough to attack her in spite of that possibility, you’d better attack me too.”
The words were goads to Jesse. Abruptly, he dove at me through his s
trand of the pattern. I had no warning. He acted on impulse, without thinking. And using the pattern that way. … Until now, nobody had really used the pattern except me. His strand of the pattern struck at me snakelike. Fast. Blindingly fast.
I didn’t have time to think about reacting. What happened, happened automatically. And it happened even faster than Jesse had moved.
He was mine. His strength was mine. His body was worthless to me, but the force that animated it was literally my ambrosia—power, sustenance, life itself.
By the time Jesse realized what was happening and tried to twist away, there was almost nothing left of him. His strand of the pattern thrashed feebly, uselessly.
I realized that I could leave him that way. I watched him with a kind of detached interest, and it occurred to me that if I let him go he would grow strong again. He was terrified now, and weak, but he wasn’t getting any weaker on his own. He could live, if I let him, if I wasn’t too greedy. He could live and grow strong and feed me again.
I opened my eyes, wondering when I had shut them. I felt higher than I ever had before. I held out my hand and looked at it. It was shaking. I was shaking all over, but, God, I felt good.
Everybody was looking at Jesse slumped in his chair. The surprise they were all radiating told me that he had just lost consciousness. They were not quite aware yet of what had happened. Rachel began to realize it first. She began turning toward me—in slow motion, it seemed—meaning to get her revenge. She thought Jesse was dead. She, a healer, thought he was dead, but I knew he was alive.
She finished turning. She was going to rupture a good-sized blood vessel in my brain.
I took her.
She didn’t hand herself to me the way Jesse had. She fought me briefly. But somehow her struggles only helped me drain her strength. I was more conscious of what I was doing with her. I could see how my mental image of her shrank in proportion to the amount of strength I took. I took less from her than I had from Jesse. I didn’t need anything at all from her—except peace. I wanted her to stop her useless struggling. I wanted her not to be able to do what she wanted to do to me. That was all. I let her know it.
Jesse! Her thought was full of bitterness and anger and grief. I tried to soothe her wordlessly the way I might have handled a frightened child. She struggled harder, terrified, hysterical, giving me more of her strength by her struggles.
Finally, she stopped, exhausted. Jesse. Grief now. Only grief.
He’s alive, I sent.
He’s dead! I saw him die.
I tell you he’s alive. You took too quick a look. I pressed through her grief so that she could see that I was giving her truth. He is alive. I didn’t want his life. I don’t want yours. Will you make me take yours anyway?
You aren’t going to kill me?
Not unless you make me.
Then, let me go. Let me see Jesse.
I let her go, opened my eyes again. Evidently, closing them was some kind of reflex. Now the others were looking at Rachel, were turning to look at me. I felt better than ever. But steadier now. No more shaking. I felt in control. Before, I’d felt ready to take off and fly across the room. Everybody was staring at me.
“They’re both all right,” I said. “Weak, I guess. Put them to bed. They’ll regain their strength.” Like Rachel’s crowds going away to regain their strength. I remembered Jan suddenly and looked at her.
She stared back, round-eyed.
“How about you?” I said.
“No!” I thought she was going to get up and run out the door again. “No.”
I laughed at her. I don’t think I would have done that if I hadn’t been so high. I might have had a lot more to say to her, but I wouldn’t have laughed.
“What did you do?” asked Karl.
I looked at him, and I could have hugged him for no reason at all. No. There was a reason. A big one. “I found out something,” I said. “I just found out that I don’t have to kill.”
“But what did you do to them?”
Abruptly I was annoyed, almost angry at him for wanting details now, when it was all so new, when I just wanted to sit back and savor what I was feeling. Doro came up behind me, put his hands on my shoulders, and massaged gently.
“Calm down a little,” he said. “I know you feel good, but calm down.”
“High,” I said. I grinned at him. “I feel high. You know.”
“Yes. See if you can rein yourself in enough to tell us what you did.”
“You know.”
“Tell us anyway.”
“Took some of their strength.” I leaned back, relaxed against the couch, pulling my thoughts together. “Only some. I’m not a monster. At least not the kind you made me think I was.” Then, as an afterthought. “I took more from Jesse. I didn’t know what I was doing when he jumped me.”
“Seth, check Jesse,” Doro ordered.
Apparently Seth did. I didn’t pay any attention. “He’s still breathing,” Seth said after a moment.
“Rae,” Doro said, “how do you feel?” Rachel was conscious then. But she didn’t say anything. Curiosity reached me through my private haze. I looked at her.
She was crying. She wasn’t making any noise at all, but her whole body shook. She made a sound of pain as we all turned to look at her, and hid her face in her hands. She was shielded to the others. But to me she radiated shame and defeat. Humiliation.
That reached me and cleared the nonsense out of my head. I stood up, half expecting to find myself staggering. I was steady enough, though. Good.
I went to her and took her arm. I knew she wanted to be away from us. Tears, especially tears of defeat, were private things. She looked up, saw that it was me, and tried to pull her arm away.
“Stop acting stupid,” I told her. “Get up and come on.”
She stared at me. I still had hold of her arm. She started to get up, then realized how weak she was. She was glad enough to lean on me then.
She swallowed, whispered, “What about Jesse?”
What in the name of heaven did she see in him? “The others will see that he gets upstairs,” I said. I glanced back at Doro. “She’ll be okay.”
He nodded, went over and draped Jesse’s big body over one shoulder, then followed Rachel and me upstairs.
Chapter Eight
Mary
The meeting just dissolved. Nobody made me any promises. Nobody bowed or scraped. Nobody even looked scared—or felt scared. I checked. Once they got over their surprise, they were even reassured. They could see that Jesse and Rachel were going to be all right. They could see that all I wanted from them was a little co-operation. And now they knew they would be better off if they co-operated. The atmosphere of the house was more relaxed than it had been since the day of my transition.
Seth Dana came up and grinned at me. “Don’t you get the feeling you should have done this two weeks ago?”
I smiled back and shook my head. “I don’t think so. Two weeks ago, I would have had to kill somebody.”
He frowned. “I don’t see why.”
“Everything was too new. You were all on short fuses. You and Ada hadn’t gotten together and mellowed each other, so one or both of you would have been against me. If you had, Karl probably would have, too. He was about ready to strangle me anyway, then.” I shrugged. “This is better. People have had time to cool off.”
He gave me an odd look. “What do you think might have happened if you’d waited a little longer than two weeks, then, let Jesse and Rachel do some mellowing?”
“Jesse and Rachel weren’t mellowing. They were feeding on each other’s hatred, building each other up to jump me.”
“You know,” he said, “I got the impression at first that you just threw this meeting together on the spur of the moment.”
“I did.”
“Yeah. After two weeks of watching everybody and making sure your timing was as right as you could make it.”
Clay Dana came over to where Seth and I were tal
king. Close up, he looked sort of gray and sick. I thought he must have just had a bad bout of mental interference. “Congratulations,” he said to me. “Now that we all know the new pecking order, do either of you have any aspirins?”
Seth looked at him with concern. “Another headache?”
“Another, hell. It’s the same one I’ve had for three days.”
“From mental interference?” I asked.
“What else?”
“I thought you weren’t getting as much of that now as you used to.”
“I wasn’t,” he said. “It stopped altogether for a few days. That never happened in the middle of a city before. Then, three days ago, it started to come back worse than ever.”
That bothered me. I hadn’t paid much attention to Clay since he arrived, but I knew that anything new and different that went wrong with him, with his out-of-control mental ability, would eventually get blamed on me, on my pattern.
Seth spoke up as though on cue. “Look, Mary, I’ve been meaning to ask you if you could figure out what was happening to Clay. He’s been in really bad shape, and it just about has to have something to do with the pattern.”
“First the aspirins,” said Clay. “Find out what you want after—Hey!”
That “Hey!” was almost a shout. I had gotten rid of his headache for him fast—like switching off a light.
“Okay?” I asked, knowing it was.
“Sure.” He looked at me as though he suddenly wanted to get away from me.
I stayed with him mentally for a few moments longer, trying to find out just what was wrong with him. I didn’t really know what to look for. I just assumed that it had something to do with the pattern. I took a quick look through his memories, thinking that that uncontrolled ability of his might have tuned in on the pattern somehow. But it hadn’t in any way that I could see.
I scanned all the way back to the day he and Seth had arrived at the house. It was quick work but frustrating. I couldn’t find a damned thing. Nothing. I switched my attention to the pattern. I had no idea at all of what to look for there and I was getting mad. I checked the pattern strand that stretched from Seth to me. Seth was in mental contact with Clay sometimes to protect him. Maybe, without realizing it, he had done something more than protect.
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