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"Shell be here. "
Nicks fever peaked, and then it finally broke. He began to sweat, but as he tried to wipe it away, he realized it wasnt perspiration he was sweating. It was chocolate.
Please let her come soon, he thought.
Nick had arrived twenty minutes early. Mary arrived ten minutes late.
She approached Graceland alone with no outward fear, but she could not deny that inwardly she was terrified. Not fear of Graceland, but fear of her own reaction when she saw Nick. The plan, she thought, stick to the plan. Speedo had his part, Milos and the skinjackers had theirs, and so did she. Mary comforted herself in knowing that she had the moral high ground over Nick, which meant that if there was any justice in the universe, she would be properly rewarded for her efforts today.
Twenty of Nicks Afterlights stood outside the Graceland mansion, looking at the troublesome way it shifted in and out of focus. As Mary approached, they parted, staring at her in awe and in fear, but she only smiled at them.
"Take heart," she told them. "Whatever your worries, I promise things will be better for you from now on. " Then she walked into the vortex.
The overall decor of the mansion did not suit Marys tastes. The last dwindling groups of tourists moved about the place on guided tours. Mary ignored them, and followed the scent of chocolate to a garish African-themed room, where she found Nick waiting. She had to fight the urge to run to him, shake him, hug him, hit him. No! She had to maintain a cool distance, or she would never be able to bear the burden of this critical hour.
Then she realized Nick wasnt alone. A grungy Afterlight in a Confederate uniform stood beside him, notepad in hand, holding the pencil the way a monkey might hold a spoon. Mary wasnt fooled. She knew about the Ripper. In fact, this was one of the reasons Mary had come alone. Nicks sense of honor would put him at a distinct disadvantage, for he would never have the Ripper attack a lone, defenseless girl. She hoped.
Nick stood when he saw her, and she took a good look at him. It was as she suspected: the chocolate had spread, consuming his thoughts, and thus his body. Calling him "the Chocolate Ogre" had done its damage, and now it had become a self-fulfilling prophecy. Most of him was covered in it now. Only an arm and a third of his face remained clear, but the skin was already turning moist and darkening. It was the effect of the vortex. All she had to do was stall and she would defeat him without lifting a finger. You brought this on yourself, Nick, she wanted to say, but couldnt bring herself to do it.
"Hello, Mary. "
"Hello, Nick. "
She still loved him deeply, but as she looked at him now, she recoiled, feeling her love curdle into pity. Seeing him this decrepit state allowed her to tell herself that Nick was gone, and all that remained was the Chocolate Ogre--a creature that needed to be put out of its misery.
It was easier now to keep her distance. "What shall we say to each other, Nick?"
"How about good to see you?" he said, his voice raspy and thick. Barely human. He coughed a thick, liquid rattle.
"Yes," said Mary. "And it is good to see you. Truly. " Mary could feel the effect of the vortex herself, but she knew she would not have to endure it as long as Nick. Thats why she came late. Yet its effect was different on her. She did not feel weighed down, but enlightened. She actually felt stronger.
"Ive missed you," Nick said.
"Have you? Is that why you continue to be a thorn in my side? Are you a little boy with a crush, seeking attention?" His chocolate oozed a little darker. Mary sighed. "Ive missed you, too," she admitted. Nick shrugged, a little bit awkward in the moment. "Id reach out and hold you, but I might dirty your perfect dress. "
Mary sadly shook her head. "It shouldnt be this way between us, Nick. Why must you rally against me so?"
"The same reason you fight me. Just like you, I have to do what I believe is right, and freeing kids from this place is the right thing to do. "
"We are here to build Everlost, not to empty it!"
"How can you be so smart, and so wrong?"
Mary closed her eyes, resigned that there would be no last-minute salvation for Nick. He would never see things her way.
"Coming here tonight," she said, "was the first right thing youve done in a long time. "
Nick shifted, and she could see his left shoulder sag, beginning to lose human shape. She wanted to look away, but instead she watched it happen, because she knew witnessing this was part of her personal penance for having trusted Nick in the first place.
"If you have a peace proposal, lets hear it," said Nick, his voice sounding less human by the moment.
Mary shook her head. "There is no proposal," she told him. "I will not compromise my integrity for you. Every Afterlight in Everlost deserves the peace and comfort that I have to give. I will not sacrifice a single one for a treaty with you. "
"Then why are we here?"
Mary smiled in grim triumph. "To accept your unconditional surrender, of course. Right now my children are storming your train, and taking your army prisoner. There will be no one for you to return to, Nick. Ive already won. "
From where Nick stood, Mary was just as beautiful, just as powerful as she ever was--perhaps even more so--for it seemed this place magnified both her beauty and her powerful presence. But in a moment she would deflate. A little boy with a crush--is that what she thought? Now he took guilty pleasure in the look of despair that would soon be filling that beautiful face.
"Your children are going to have a surprise," he told her. "You have two hundred Afterlights, I have four hundred. My army will capture them, hand them coins, and for a second time your children will be set free--but thank you for sending them to the train. It makes it easier that way. "
Marys reaction was not what Nick expected. She tossed back her hair, and shifted her shoulders in proud defiance.
"Oh, but Nick, I think you misunderstood. As I said, I have more than two hundred Afterlights, and I didnt lie. " Then she smiled a terrible smile. "I have a thousand. Thats certainly more than two hundred, isnt it?"
As the words hit him, and he realized what it meant, his own will began to collapse. She had a thousand souls. She would handily defeat his army. Now the pressure inside of him--the pressure he had been holding back since stepping into the vortex--could no longer be held. He felt a dam inside him rupture. His vision blurred and went dark. He felt everything begin to dissolve as the last bit of him gave in to the sickly-sweet cancer. What began as a small stain on his face was now all that remained of him.
"Now, sir?" asked Zin. "Should I do it now?" Yes, that was it! Although he might not have his victory against her children, maybe he could still have his victory against her.
I give you a gift, Mary, he tried to say, just as he did in his fantasy, but he could no longer speak the words, for his mouth could only make a moaning sound like a cave in the wind. Before his thoughts could become too muddled, he sent Zin forward. "Now," he tried to say--and she must have understood, because Zin lunged toward Mary, grabbed her by the shoulders, and began to push.
Mary had thought she had a contingency for everything.
In her mind the Ripper was a minor threat. A nuisance at best. Let the Ripper steal whatever she wants from me, Mary thought. Ill survive. But the moment the Ripper began to push, Mary realized that she had miscalculated. There was a tingling in the back of her head unlike anything she had ever felt before. It moved down across her face to her shoulders as the ripper pushed her backward. What was happening to her? The Ripper wasnt ripping at all!
Mary opened her mouth and gasped--she actually gasped, drawing in a breath of air like a living, breathing person would, and then it finally dawned on her exactly what the Ripper was doing. She was pushing Mary into the living world! How could that be? Was such a thing possible? She didnt want to find out--so she fought back. Grabbing this horrible child, Mary tried to pull herself back into Everlost.
Zin had never felt so strong.
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She knew it was the vortex helping her--the vortex had made opening a portal into the living world as easy as slicing butter, and Mary was sliding on through . . . until Mary began to fight back. As strong as Graceland made Zin, its effect on Mary was even more intense. Marys greatest asset had always been the sheer force of her will. Now her will was horribly amplified--and Mary did NOT want to be alive!
"This will not happen," Mary asserted, her voice loud and echoing in both worlds. "I will not be forced out. "
The commanding sound of Marys voice sucked away Zins strength. Mary was halfway into the real world, but she dug her heels in, and each time she spoke, Zin felt weaker.
"I will not be forced out of Everlost!" Inch by inch Mary pulled herself back through the portal.
I will not be beaten by a by a sniveling, illiterate fool!"
"Help!" Zin cried to Nick. "Sir! I need your help!"
But Nick was not himself. He was barely anything at all. He was a lumbering boneless mass. His fingers were dissolving until there was not enough of him to reach out, until there was not enough of him to know why hed even want to.
"Help me!" Zin cried.
What is this all about? thought Nick. Why am I here? Whats happening? I have to stop and think. So he crawled away into a corner, leaving bits of him behind as he went.
"I cant do this alone!" yelled Zin
What is that commotion over there?It has to stop so I can think. If only I can clear my mind, Ill know why Im here. Ill know who I am.
And so the dissolving spirit closed its eyes, and melted into a corner, spiraling down into the bittersweet darkness of its own thoughts, trying to find something to grasp on to that wasnt chocolate. In a moment he was gone, and a layer of chocolate slowly spilled out across the floor like a lava flow, burying the green shag carpet.
Nick had lost. And now Zin was losing, too.
Mary had pulled herself back through the portal into Everlost, and although Zin still grabbed at her, trying to push, it was useless. There was no way she could fight against the monumental force of Mary Hightowers overwhelming presence. Mary pulled the last of her head through, and behind her the portal began to close. She grabbed Zin by the front of her uniform.
"You will be rehabilitated," Mary bellowed, her will still magnified. "You will learn to use your powers for good. You will learn to use them for ME. "
Mary took a step forward, but something snagged in her hair. She tried to pull free, but whatever it was pulled back--hard enough make her chin jut upward--and all of a sudden she felt that tingling sensation in her head again. She began to lose her balance, falling backward, and in front of her, the ripper lunged at her once more.
Allie had soul-surfed her way back to Graceland as quickly as she could, but it wasnt fast enough. She arrived too late to save Nick, but she could not let herself mourn what had happened to him. The only way she could help him now was to finish the job hed begun. She didnt understand what was going on until Mary had pulled herself back into Everlost from the living world. Had Mary been alive? As in flesh-and-blood alive? Well, at least the top half of her had been. This kid in the gray uniform had done it somehow--but now the hole into the living world was closing.
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