He moved closer so that we almost touched and I felt the static run through us. I wanted to reach out and touch his chest but I was afraid of power – the electricity – emanating from him. Daniel’s eyes hooded and his breathing quickened. Eventually he tore his eyes away and turned towards the door.
He looked at me one last time before rushing out, his eyes burning with intensity. He shook his head and muttered, “What is the point?”
And then he left with his jaw set as though he had made a decision to do something and I worried that whatever it was it would get him in trouble.
“Daniel, wait,” I called after him but it was too late.
~*~
Dad didn’t come home that night and I stayed awake, restlessly tossing and turning. The ticking of the clock drove me mad. As I rolled over in bed to switch it off there was a tapping at the window. When I turned I saw tiny pebbles hitting the glass. I frowned and walked over to the window in my pyjamas. Down below, in the darkness, stood Angela.
“What are you doing here? It’s nearly midnight,” I said after opening the glass.
“Mina, you have to help me. It’s Daniel. I think he’s trying to get himself killed or something. He’s going to the Murgatroyd’s house,” she said hurriedly.
“I’ll be right down,” I called.
I bypassed my Blemished clothes and pulled on jeans and a t-shirt. I ran down the stairs not bothering to be quiet. There didn’t seem any point with Dad gone.
“Where does she live?”
Angela gave me directions.
“All right. Now you go home,” I said firmly.
“But––”
“But nothing. I mean it Angela, you go home. If you don’t then I won’t go after Daniel and I won’t stop him.”
She nodded. “Be careful.” She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tight.
I waited until Angela was just a distant shadow in the darkness and then ran towards the fields. I had to get to the GEM part of town and I had to do it before Daniel did something stupid. I thought about his father, breaking into a GEM house, getting arrested and dying on Twitching Sunday. My blood ran cold. There was only one thought in my mind – I could not bear the thought of Daniel not in my life.
33
I TRAVELLED QUICKLY. My feet maintained a brisk jog. I didn’t want to burn away all my energy. It was a still spring night with the chill of February fading into a warmer March. I felt like the world had stopped. I was alone. The houses around me were dark. No lights shone through the ghettos. I ran into the field. The only noise around me was the sound of my breathing and the rustle of the weeds as I moved.
I continued. When I reached the GEM area I thought of my afternoon with Elena. If only I could have played make-believe with her for longer. Now I had real problems to deal with.
The roads twisted, like a tarmac snake. I followed Angela’s hurried instructions, squinting through the shadows for landmarks. I stopped running and put my hands on my hips, beginning to lose hope and facing the realisation that I was lost. But then I turned a corner and realised there was no way I could miss Mrs Murgatroyd’s home. It was beautiful. A large wrought iron gate closed off the perimeter; behind it I could see a large lawn the size of the school playing field and a house which tripled the size of my own. In front of the gate Daniel stood, staring at the house.
“Daniel,” I said, panting from the run, “don’t do this. Come back.”
He looked at me in disbelief. “You came?”
“Of course I came. I won’t let you throw your life away like this. Like you father…” I stopped myself.
“Why not? I’m every bit as useless,” he said bitterly. “I just wanted to protect you and I failed.”
“I don’t need protecting.”
He laughed. “I know. It’s just…” His fists balled against his side. “Oh, you just don’t get it.”
“Let’s go home.”
“Why should I?” he said. “What do I have to live for? Maybe if I break in and scare her she might leave you alone and then I will have done one good thing in my life.”
“Stop it!” I whispered. Angrily, I walked up behind him and spun him around by the shoulders. “Stop feeling sorry for yourself. You don’t get to be this selfish. Do you hear me? There are people who love you, who care for you. Angela, Theresa, my dad.” I paused. “Me. We want you here with us.”
I was so angry with him that the gate began to shake. It rattled for a few moments and then swung open.
“Did you do that?” he said. “Maybe she didn’t lock it.”
“Perhaps,” I mumbled. “Let’s go home.”
“Wait. Don’t you want to go in there? Aren’t you curious?” he said.
“Curious about what?” I snapped.
“About what she’s really like.”
I paused. I had to admit that it was something that intrigued me and now that we were here it pulled me closer. I shook myself out of it. “No. It’s too dangerous, come on, we’re leaving.”
“Is it though? Is it dangerous with your power? You’ve already unlocked the gate without sounding any alarms. This could be your opportunity to get revenge for what she did to you.” He stared me down with his eyes burning through the dark.
“Daniel…” I started. “We have a responsibility to…” It was no use. I ached to go in there. I wanted to make her feel every bit as violated as I did. I shook my head. “No. You’ve come here on a suicide mission. I won’t let you go through with it.”
“Okay I’ll admit I wasn’t in a good frame of mind. But you coming here, that means… so much. And now.” He smiled. “Now I just want to go in there and mess things up.”
I folded my arms and stared him down.
“Come on,” he said with an electric grin. He stepped through the gateway and I followed. I had to jog a few paces to keep up.
“Does she live with anyone?” he asked.
“Not that I know of,” I replied with a shrug. “Apparently her husband died shortly after they were married. I don’t really know much about her. Except that she really hates me.” I spotted the large black bag on Daniel’s shoulder. “What’s in the bag?”
He grinned. “Spray cans!”
I rolled my eyes.
We edged around the perimeter to the back of the house, keeping in the shadow of the surrounding wall. It was a dark night and I knew that we could cross the lawn to her house without being visible from a window, but there could be sensors or a heat-activated CCTV camera which would easily pick us out of the darkness. Then there was the matter of breaking in.
Daniel grabbed my arm and pointed. “There’s a window. The glass is frosted so I bet it’s a bathroom.”
We sprinted silently across the lawn. I internally prayed that there was no alarm, or that the front of the house was alarmed only. Crime rates in GEM areas were virtually non-existent but that didn’t stop them from being paranoid.
“Can you open it?” Daniel asked as we reached the window, it was about level with Daniel’s chest meaning that we would easily be able to climb through.
It was narrow and locked on the inside. “I can try,” I answered doubtfully. After a thought I added, “On one condition. If it doesn’t work we go home.”
“Okay,” he said. “But I have faith in you.”
His words made my back straighten. I turned from Daniel to the frosted glass and concentrated on the lock. It was an old house with traditional windows – the kind with a twistable handle. I closed my eyes and imagined standing inside the room, reaching forward, taking the cold plastic of the handle and moving it to the left, and then I imagined pushing the window as far as it would go. With my eyes still shut I heard Daniel gasp.
“Did it work?” I asked, slowly opening my eyes.
“You’re amazing,” he said.
The window was open as far as its hinges would let it, giving us just enough room to squeeze through. I didn’t know whether to be elated or disappointed.
“I g
uess we’re going in then,” I said with a gulp.
“I’ll go first,” Daniel said firmly.
He lifted the bag from his back and hoisted it through the window, being careful not to make any noise. There was a soft thud as it hit the bathroom floor and we both froze for a few seconds. When nothing happened Daniel lifted himself up using both hands on the sill and wriggled his body through the narrow gap. I watched his feet as they slowly disappeared into Mrs Murgatroyd’s house. My heart pounded. I could not believe we were breaking into a GEM house.
Daniel’s face appeared at the window with his hands outstretched for me. “I’ll pull you up,” he whispered.
With a shaking arm I reached up and put my hands in his. I found purchase for my shoes in the cracks of the brickwork. Daniel pulled me and I walked up the wall with my feet. He helped me through the window, moving one hand to around my waist. For a moment our bodies pressed together and I felt his heart hammering through his chest. I steadied myself against him to make the last few steps.
“You okay?” he breathed in my ear.
I nodded, afraid that if I spoke my voice would crack.
“We should move quickly and get out of here,” he said.
I nodded again. It took a while for both of us to move away from each other. And when we did – I missed the heat of his body.
Even in the dark I could make out the bright packaging of Mrs Murgatroyd’s beauty products. They were piled high on shelves; pots of creams, tubes of face wash and fancy soaps. There were things I had never even heard of, like exfoliator and wrinkle cream.
“She must be obsessed with being beautiful,” I whispered to Daniel.
Daniel took his bag in one hand and my arm in the other. “Come on, we have to go.”
I moved like a hunter through the forest, placing each foot delicately but swiftly on the floor. As we walked from the bathroom into the hallway my footsteps were muffled by the plush carpet. Her house was clean and tasteful but completely devoid of character. Whilst Elena had stamped her personality all over her bedroom, Mrs Murgatroyd’s walls were bare and clinical. She kept fresh flowers on cabinets instead of photo frames.
“This way,” Daniel hissed.
He turned me to the right into a large, very beautiful lounge, filled with luxurious cushions and expensive soft furnishings. The walls were adorned with portraits of old movie stars, people I wouldn’t know if it hadn’t been for my dad’s illegal stash of films and his old DVD player. I remembered once that my dad said he thought the most beautiful woman who ever lived was Marilyn Monroe, and in Mrs Murgatroyd’s house her face filled almost the entire far wall. She was not as beautiful as most of the GEMs in society now.
“Who are all these people?” Daniel asked.
“Old film stars,” I answered.
“She’s got a serious complex,” he said with a raised eyebrow.
Daniel reached into the bag and pulled out two spray cans, one of which he tossed to me and I caught one handed. I moved over to the huge headshot of Marilyn Monroe, her head tilted back mid-laugh. She had a sparkle in her eye which made her more beautiful than she really was. No one could programme that into a gene.
Daniel began to graffiti over the paintings, drawing on fake moustaches and glasses, marking their pretty faces, making them blemished. I looked at my spray can and thought for a moment. I wanted to make a statement. I smiled to myself and began to spray onto Marilyn’s face. I wrote:
HYPOCRITES ARE UGLY
Something else caught my attention on a cabinet to the left. Tucked behind a vase of flowers, only just visible, was a very small picture frame. I picked it up and squinted in the darkness. It was a strange blurry photograph of what looked like a round, grey shape on triangular darkness.
“Daniel,” I whispered. “What do you make of this?”
He stopped spraying and walked over to my side. “I don’t know. What a strange photograph.”
He unclipped the frame and took the picture out. I noted that on the front, typed small in a white border were the words:
MARGARET MURGATROYD 20 WEEKS LEEDS HOSPITAL
Daniel turned the picture over and, in a tentative and uncertain voice, read out the words on the back. “Baby Joseph 5 months old.” He looked at me. “It’s a scan of a foetus.”
I gasped, my hand immediately moving to my mouth. As it did the spray can slipped from my fingers, hitting the vase of flowers. In an agonising moment the vase wobbled and tipped from the cabinet, landing with a smash on the floor.
Daniel looked at me and uttered one word. “Run!”
34
WE REACHED THE hall before I heard her. Hurried footsteps shuffled on the landing above us – bare feet padded on floor boards. Daniel’s bag caught on another vase. It hurtled to the floor. Roses scattered on the carpet.
“Leave the bag!” I whispered urgently.
“Who’s there,” Mrs Murgatroyd shouted from above. Her voice was shaky.
Daniel tripped over a telephone table. I pulled him back on his feet as we dashed through bathroom door. I knocked over tubs of moisturiser on a shelf by the bath and scrambled to the window. Behind us Mrs Murgatroyd’s feet pounded the stairs.
“Stop, thieves!” she yelled. “I’ll let the guard dogs out.”
“Get out of the window and run,” Daniel instructed.
He took my waist in his hands and hoisted me up. I was pushed through the gap with barely enough time to gain my balance to land. I waited to hear the sound of Daniel lifting himself up before I moved. Then a dog barked and my throat went dry. I turned to see two huge black Dobermans bounding around the corner of the house. Daniel landed next to me.
“Run!” he shouted.
We ran down the grassy bank of the garden with the dogs chasing us. They barked and growled but their pace never faltered. Daniel tripped, landing badly on his ankle. Behind us the dogs gnashed their teeth. I held Daniel’s hand in mine, willing him to move faster. But the trip had hurt him. He limped.
There wasn’t enough time to curve around the lawn to the font gates. The only chance we had was getting over the wall but it was at least six feet and solid stone. Luckily I saw the large oak tree growing close to the wall. Next to it were thick vines of ivy. We could climb the vines with the help of the low branches of the tree and make it out of the perimeter.
I glanced behind me. The dogs were gaining on us. I smelled the saliva of their open mouths, waiting for a chance to sink their teeth into our flesh.
“Hurry, Daniel,” I said urgently.
Paws thudded against the lawn, just inches from us. I felt the claws of a dog dig into my calves and struggled to maintain my balance. The tree was just feet away but I still had to get Daniel over the wall.”
“Leave me,” he gasped.
“Not a chance,” I replied.
With a determination I didn’t even know existed I turned and kicked my pursuer squarely in the head. It fell into the other dog giving us a few valuable seconds. I cupped my hands and motioned to Daniel to get up the wall. Grudgingly he placed his foot in my hands and flinched as he pushed upwards, grabbing a branch and awkwardly swinging his body onto the wall. I grasped hold of the ivy to climb after him but it was brittle and failed to support my weight. The dogs, now fully recovered, began to approach slowly, waiting for their prey.
“Take my hand,” Daniel called from above.
“I can’t reach.” I jumped, trying to clutch Daniel’s fingers but just as we touched Daniel lost his balance and fell backwards onto the other side of the perimeter. “Daniel!”
I was alone. The dogs snapped their jaws and growled ferociously and my heart hammered against my rib cage. With my fingers behind my back I tried to feel along the vines, thinking of ways to lift myself up, but it was no used and I knew it. My breath came out ragged and panicked and I considered giving in and heading back to the house to beg for mercy. I looked up, as though trying to gain inspiration from the sky and saw the branch just feet away.
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bsp; All I had to do was jump and grab hold of it. The dogs kept on approaching, foam and drool spilling from their mouths. I took a deep breath and leapt as high as I could with my arms stretching so hard my muscles hurt. A feeling of pure joy and exhilaration washed over me as my fingers looped around the gnarly bark. The Doberman caught my ankle and I cried out in pain. His teeth sank into my flesh, pulling me back down towards the ground. My grip loosened. The dog pulled me down centimetre by centimetre.
But I wasn’t ready to give up yet. With as much strength as I could muster I kicked the dog hard with my good leg. The mutt yelped. It released my ankle and I clambered onto the branch, grateful for it holding my weight. It gave me just enough leverage to get over the wall where Daniel helped me down. My ankle stung from the bite and my jeans were wet with blood but it wasn’t broken as I could put weight on it.
“The gate,” I said between breaths, “we need to shut it or the dogs will come straight through and chase us.”
“Can you do it from here?” Daniel asked.
“I don’t know,” I said.
The truth was that I didn’t feel strong enough. Opening the window had taken a lot of concentration.
“I don’t think I can try,” I said after a pause. “I might collapse like in the Slums.”
“Okay, we’ll run round and shut it ourselves,” he said.
Rain fell. The ground loosened, making it easier to slip. I struggled to run with my ankle, searing pain running up my leg with every step. My body wanted to stop so badly that I almost gave in, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t let Daniel get hurt. They would punish him worse than me because he was a boy with a father who died for almost exactly the same crime. I had to make sure he was safe.
When we got to the gate the dogs were already on their way, their paws beating the ground. One of them with a bloody nose.
“Quick!” I said to Daniel.
We both grabbed hold of the wrought iron bars of the gate. It was heavy and dragged along the gravel. With our injuries and tired bodies we struggled to move it whilst the two Dobermans approached, growling. I leaned back, ignoring the screaming pain in my ankle, putting all of my weight into it. The gate inched closer. The dogs leapt towards us.
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