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Mary took the book from him and set it down. "Every book has something to teach us," she said, "and crucial knowledge at the right time can be a very powerful thing. "Mary gestured for Milos to sit, and so he did, stretching out comfortably on a plush sofa. Mary sat across from him. "Now, if you dont mind, Id like to know a little bit about your travels. "
"What would you like to know?"
"Your friend Moose mentioned that you had an encounter with Allie the Outcast. I would very much like to know about it. "
"Allie is of no concern," he told her. "When I last saw her, she was on her way home. It is a serious thing when a skinjacker goes home--you will be the last thing on her mind. Trust me, she is no threat. "
Mary shifted her shoulders, the suggestion unnerving her. "Did I say she was a threat?"
"No," admitted Milos, "but she is a friend of the Chocolate Ogre. And he is a threat, yes?"
Mary leaned forward, a little too interested. "Did she say anything about him? Anything at all?"
Milos shrugged. "A bit. Very little. She had not seen him for years--since the day on the pier. I understand you were there too. "
"I hope you realize that the Ogre must be stopped. "
"From doing what?"
"From doing anything! He must be brought to justice!"
"And you," asked Milos, "are the judge?"
And then she quoted from one of her own writings. "In a lawless world, we must illuminate truth with our glow, and create justice by the convictions of our souls. "
"So then, you are his judge. "
"I have seen firsthand the acts of cruelty hes capable of," Mary said. "He sent hundreds of helpless children into the light. Hed send us all there if he had his way. "
Milos found he could read her just as easily as one of her books. At least when it came to the subject of the Chocolate Ogre. He tried not to smile as he spoke. "Does he know youre in love with him?"
She snapped him a burning glare, as if the question itself was an attack. "I see youve been listening to smears made against me. Probably from Allie the Outcast. "
Milos knew he had to play this very, very carefully. "No, it was only a guess. But believe me," he said earnestly, "I know what its like to love someone who has betrayed you. And I know how hard it is to move on. But in the end, we must. "
They held each others gazes, and what wasnt spoken at that moment was more important than anything else that was.
Mary was the first to break the gaze. Her eyes drifted to the book sitting on the table beside her. The engineering textbook. She picked it up, and pondered it, rubbing her hand across the surface as if it might sprout forth a genie.
"I will be needing the services of skinjackers, for various missions. Important missions. Ill need someone I can trust in charge. "
"In that case," said Milos, "I hope I can be of service. "
* * * It was long after dark when he left that night, after hours in Marys company. There was no question he was dazzled by her. Mary was everything Milos imagined she might be. She had Jills shrewdness, without the sociopathic streak. She had Allies high moral integrity, without the naivety that kept Allie devoted to that miserable Mikey McGill. Milos knew his weakness was that he fell in love too easily, which blinded him to the character flaws of the girls he fell for-- but finally here was a girl worthy of his attention!
He had already softened her defenses, but truly winning her affections would require a different kind of dance than he was used to. One where all his moves were clear, and his motives transparent. She valued honesty and directness. This he could deliver.
Milos knew he had no choice but to win her over-- it was a matter of necessity for him now, because he had already fallen for her--and the only way to survive a force of nature such as Mary Hightower was to make sure that the feeling was mutual.
If only Mary were a skinjacker, he thought. Ah well, one cant have everything. Besides, if Mary were a skinjacker, she wouldnt have any need for Milos, so perhaps it was better this way.
And she did need him--she said so herself--but there were many levels of need. Milos had had his heart broken one too many times. This time would be different. Somehow he would find a way to be everything Mary needed, as indispensable as air to the living. As permanent as Everlost itself. PART FOUR Way of the Chocolate Warrior In her most recent book, What You Dont Know Can Most Certainly Hurt You, Mary Hightower writes:
"It would be untrue to say Everlost is entirely free from illness and disease. Our flesh is gone, but in our beings, seeds of our own doom remain. That which was small will grow. That which was once insignificant can devour us. There are cancers beyond those of our mortal bodies. I consider them punishments for unwholesome deeds and wrongful thinking. The Chocolate Ogre serves as a perfect example, for whose thinking can be more wrong than his, and whose affliction could be more unpleasant?"
Chapter 20 The Great Train Robbery
A large vapor of Afterlights gathered to watch the festivities in the old train yards of Chattanooga, Tennessee. It was the most exciting thing to happen here in recent memory. It began with the arrival of the Chocolate Ogre, and rumor was that he was going to perform some sort of magic trick.
A team of ten Afterlights, supervised by the Ogre himself, took a rope, and tied it around the waist of a kid in a Confederate Army uniform.
It was, of course, Zinnia.
"Lets not make this a show," Nick told her. "Lets just get this done. "
"Salready a show," Zin pointed out, "best milk it for all its worth. "
Zin concentrated and thrust her ripping-hand out of Everlost, and into the living world just as easily as if she were shoving her hand into water. "Ooh" and "ahh" went the crowd. Then, through the tiny portal into the living world, Zin grabbed the rusted coupling of a living-world train car, springing it closed on her forearm, like a bear trap. They had chosen an Amtrak passenger car--an older one, because it was the only uncoupled passenger car they could find.
Once she was sure her arm was firmly snagged in the coupler, she turned to her team. "All right, yall know the drill. One, two, three, pull!"
The other ten Afterlights behind her began to pull on the rope which was still tied around her waist. Nick watched, but couldnt participate, because these days everything he touched became too slippery to hold on to.
The team of ten strained as they pulled on Zin with all their strength, and with her arm still firmly caught in the coupler, her body lifted off the ground. A living body might have been torn in half by such a thing, but not an Afterlight. Instead, Zin withstood the force, and the solitary train car began to move. Getting it moving was the hard part. Once it was moving, the small hole in space which at first had been just large enough for Zins hand, now stretched like elastic, until the entire passenger car was moving through the portal, out of the living world, and into Everlost.
The crowd could not contain their excitement as they watched the blurry, faded train car resolve bit by bit into sharp focus, and fill with the bright hues of chrome, rust, and colorful graffiti.
Once the train car was through, the portal collapsed, sealing closed with a pop. The team of haulers dropped their rope, and scattered as the car rolled off onto a side track that no longer existed, rolling toward the last car of the Everlost train.
"Thas right," complained Zin, as the Amtrak car continued to roll. "Just leave me stuck here to get smashed in the coupler again!" Nick grinned, and yelled, "Thats half the fun, Zin!" Still, he went to free her.
He couldnt move as quickly as he used to--chocolate dripping onto his feet had made them heavy--but fortunately the train wasnt rolling all that fast. He caught up with the rolling car, jumped on the coupler, and used his chocolate-covered left hand to grease the coupler. Zin wriggled her arm free just in time, and they both hopped off just as the Amtrak car hit, and coupled with the last car of the Everlost train, sending a shudder through every coupling down to the engine. The newborn passenger
car was now a part of their train, and in the engine, Charlie tooted the whistle to mark their success. The crowd of gawking Afterlights cheered.
"How does it feel to be everyones hero?" Nick asked Zin.
"I still miss my rocket ship, sir. " But Nick could tell she was enjoying the adoration far more than the isolation she had lived in for so many years.
Their train, which had started with just three cars, now had nine--each added by Zin one at a time over the past few weeks. This did not go unnoticed in the living world-- although Nick found out quite by accident.
Johnnie-O, who was attempting to teach Zin how to read, made Zin rip various newspapers and magazines from the living world. Johnnie-O, who was now in perpetual nicotine withdrawal, was the worlds most impatient teacher, and Zin was the worlds most ungrateful student. Every day they would verbally abuse each other for an hour, not much of anything would be learned, and yet the next day, both of them would come back for more. One day Johnnie-O came to Nick with a copy of The World Weekly Herald-- a tabloid with questionable news. "I think youd better read this," Johnnie-O told him. On page two, a headline read SOUTHERN PACIFIC RAILROAD SUES PARALLEL UNIVERSE. The article spoke of train cars gone missing from Southern train yards with no explanation-- and a promise by one railroad line to take matters into its own hands . . . but since the headline right next to it read A LIEN BABY DEVOURS AREA 51, Nick really wasnt concerned. Besides, the living world had bigger things to worry about than missing train cars, anyway. And so did Everlost.
Nick had not heard news of Mary Hightower for quite a while, and he couldnt help but worry what kind of mischief she was up to. If Mary had her way, all the worlds Afterlights would be trapped in her smothering embrace, and no doubt she was still working toward that end. She had to be stopped at all costs, and Nick had a plan to do it.
That plan depended on Zinnia.
It had been more than a month since wrangling her in at Cape Canaveral.
"I gots no use for you!" she had told Nick and Johnnie-O that first day, as they made their way back through the Florida forests to the train. "But now that ya blowed up my artillery, I gots no use for myself, neither. "
Charlie had been waiting with the train, and was more than happy to stay in the conductors booth rather than have any dealings whatsoever with an ecto-ripper. Johnnie-O, on the other hand, would keep taunting her, until she would rip out some random part of his anatomy, threatening to feed it to Kudzu, and hed have to chase her to get it back. Johnnie-O did this so often, Nick was convinced that he actually liked it.
Their first challenge was Atlanta--and Nick knew if he failed there, thered be little hope after that.
When they rolled back into the Atlanta Underground many weeks ago, the crowd of Afterlights that had been so threatening the first time still came out with their bats and their bricks, but this time it was just for show. They were more curious than anything. Word had gotten around that the Chocolate Ogre was looking for Zach the Ripper, which meant he probably wouldnt be coming back. The fact that he had actually returned elevated him to Monster Supreme in their eyes. Everybody wanted to know what he had found in the Florida Everwilds.
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