Syndrome

by Thomas Hoover

  "Well, Mom, at least now you can pick and choose what you want to remember and what you want to forget." She didn't really mind the storm. Having her mother back was such a blessing.

  It still felt odd, though, having her rescued from what had to be an inevitable, ignominious fate. It was as though time had gone in reverse. A miracle was very much in progress. .

  She was experiencing a miracle too, though of a slightly different sort. She felt pretty much normal, if occasionally shaky and uncertain on her feet. But at unexpected times she would have bursts of energy that defied reality. They were, in fact, scary, like that thing with the steel door. Something weird would sometimes take control of her body and she didn't really know what it was. .

  Truthfully, she was feeling some of that tonight. She had joined her mother with a brandy and was thinking about taking Knickers for an early walk, downpour or not. She wanted to see the river through the mists of a storm.

  That was when the phone rang. She got up and made her way to the kitchen and took the receiver off the wall.

  "Hello." She was hoping it was Stone. He'd usually call early in the evening to see what she was doing and ask if she wanted some company.

  "Alexa, I need to see you," came a voice. The other end of the line was noisy, as though a loud motor was running.

  "Who-"

  "I think you know who this is. If you would come down to the river, right now, I will make it very much worth your while."

  For some reason, maybe it was telepathy, Knickers had begun bouncing about the kitchen, angling for a walk, even though she normally was mortally fearful of thunder.

  Now Ally did know who it was.

  What was he doing calling her here at home, in a rainstorm? After all these weeks.

  Well, she thought,I have nothing left to fear from him or any of them. Why not?

  "It's raining," she said. "This had better be fast."

  And she hung up the phone.

  "Who was that, honey?" Nina asked. "I hope it wasn't anybody I know. You were somewhat abrupt."

  "Mom, they deserved whatever they got, and it's no big deal. But I think I'm going to take Knickers out. She's making me nuts."

  Ally couldn't focus on what had just happened. He had a lot of nerve. On the other hand, she loved to be down by the river when it was this way, shrouded in pastel mist.

  "Honey, it's raining cats and dogs," Nina declared. "You're apt to catch your death."

  "No, Mom, it's letting up now. I'll be all right, really." She was digging out her tan raincoat and rubber galoshes from the closet by the door. Knickers immediately realized what was up and began a dance of joy, barking as she raced to find her leash.

  "Come on, honey," Ally said, taking the braided leather. "I want you close to me."

  The ride down in the elevator felt ominous, though Knickers failed to share any of her apprehension as she bounced around the glass dome and nuzzled Ally's legs. The thunder she was sometimes fearful of had lessened, and that Ally thought had doubtless improved her courage.

  The condominium no longer had a doorman. In hopes of trimming costs, the condo board had sent out a secret ballot on the subject. By a narrow margin the owners had voted to dispense with that particular frill. Although she missed Alan and his early morning optimism about his Off-Broadway hopes, she realized the economy was probably timely. All those weeks when she hadn't been pulling her weight at CitiSpace, the nut on that operation hadn't diminished any.

  As she stepped onto Barrow Street, the late-spring air was unseasonably brisk and the rain had blanked visibility down to almost nothing. On other days this would had been that magical moment just after the sun went down, when gorgeous fiery orange clouds hung over the Hudson, but now there was a hint of brooding in the bleak rain. It fit the dark mood she felt growing around her.

  He wanted to meet her down by the river. Gripping Knickers' leash, she checked the traffic lights, then marched across the West Side Highway. The new esplanade along the river was awash in the rain and was uncharacteristically empty.

  That was lucky for Knickers. Off-the-leash time. Ally drew her close and clicked open the catch that attached it to her collar. With a "woof" of joy, she dashed off toward the vacant pier, then headed out.

  "Baby, slow down," Ally yelled but it was to no avail. A second later, her fluffy sheepdog was lost in the rain.

  But she couldn't go far. The refurbished pier extended out into the river for maybe the length of a football field and change. Beyond that, there was at least half a mile of river before the shores of New Jersey For all her enthusiasm, Knickers wasn't about to dive into the chilly Hudson and swim for the horizon.

  So where was he? He'd said "down by the river."

  What to do now? She decided she might as well walk out after Knickers.

  Now she was noticing something odd. The air was chilly; actually, raw was a better description. A last blast of unusual arctic air had accompanied the rain. She could feel the temperature on her face. She had stupidly gone out with just a light shirt under the raincoat, yet she didn't feel the slightest bit cold. It was as though her metabolism had sped up, the way it did during a run, though she wasn't breathing heavy or anything. It felt like one of those strange moments she'd been having, when she felt super alive.

  Now Knickers was returning, but she was slinking back as though fearful of something, the rain running off her face.

  "Come here, baby," Ally said, reaching out. "What is it?"

  The darkness of the river flowed over her now, and for the first time ever, she wished she'd brought along a flashlight. .

  That was when, out of the rain, she finally heard the sound. It was an engine lowering from the sky, which Knickers must have already heard. Then a helicopter, a McDonnell Douglas, materialized, lowering onto the empty sports space on the pier.

  The downdraft of the rotor threw spray against the FieldTurf and into her eyes. But she gazed through it, unblinking, feeling an unexpected sense of power entering her limbs. The rain should have felt cold, but she didn't really notice.

  Maybe, she thought, they had to meet. They were bonded.

  As the pilot cut the power, the engine began to wind down-whoom, whoom, whoom-until it came to a dead stop and there followed an unnatural silence. Finally the door on the side opened and a metal step dropped down.

  After a moment's pause that seemed to last forever, he appeared, at first a vague figure in the rain, but then he stepped down and came toward her. He was wearing a white hat with a wide brim and a tan raincoat that seemed more like a cloak than a coat.

  "Alexa, I so appreciate your making time for me."

  It was hard to tell in the rain, but he appeared to be strong, and there was actually a kind of radiance about him, as though he carried his own special luminosity. He seemed completely transformed. The question was, transformed how? He looked years younger than the last time she saw him.

  "I thought we should talk. I've been meaning to call you. I wanted to see how you're doing."

  That's not it at all, she told herself.What do you really want?

  "Actually, I've been wanting to thank you," Winston

  Bartlett went on. "It turns out that you saved me after all. Your telomerase antibodies finally kicked in. The initial ones Karl injected in me. It just took a few weeks."

  "And what about Kristen?" she asked.

  His look saddened.

  "You didn't hear?" He shook his head. "She. . died in the fire."

  That doesn't sound right, Ally thought.She looked like she was the only one who was going to survive it.

  "Oh yeah? How did that happen?"

  "You might as well know. She was burned beyond recognition. The body still hasn't been officially identified. When the firemen found her, she had a shard of glass through her throat. They thought she must have fallen on something, but I fear it's entirely possible she could have done it to herself."

  Was that story true, or a bald-faced lie? Ally wondered. Were they st
ill hiding her someplace?

  But why was he here? He certainly hadn't come to discuss the kitchen design job for his Gramercy Park mansion. That was now long ago and far away.

  "Alexa," he said moving toward her, "please don't be frightened but there's something I have to find out."

  He reached out with his left hand and seized her wrist. She only saw the glint of the penknife in his right hand for an instant before he slashed it across her palm.

  "What!" she screamed and yanked her hand away. Knickers gave a loud yelp and then howled mournfully.

  Only then did she notice that there'd been just a momentary flash of pain.

  "It's okay," Bartlett said reaching to soothe Knickers. "Just a superficial scratch. Now watch it. I want to know if Karl had time to finish the procedure."

  My God. She didn't have to watch. She could already feel it beginning to heal.

  "What's. . what's going on? Is this-?"

  "He had hopefully completed the Beta on you just before Kristy's mother showed up. But did it work the way it was supposed to? We didn't know. Until now."

  "My God. I knew I was feeling-"

  "You received just the right amount of telomerase injections," Bartlett interjected, "to induce the Beta without any side effects. It was the 'Goldilocks dosage' Karl had been trying to calculate, just enough that only aged or damaged cells are replaced, while healthy tissue is not altered."

  She now realized that was why she'd been having bouts of incredible energy.

  "We're the only ones," he went on. "Just us. You and me. We've been given this gift, Alexa. And now we have the responsibility that goes along with it." He glanced down at her hand. "By the way, how's that cut doing?"

  "What are you getting at?" It was definitely healing.

  A wave of thunder boomed over the river, sending Knickers scurrying to Ally's side.

  "What I'm getting at is that you and I are now two very special people. We both are living proof of what the Beta can achieve. The question is, what are we going to do about it?"

  She was still stunned.

  "This is a lot to absorb. I'll have to think-"

  "I've already thought about this and I believe it must be kept secret at all cost. At least for now."

  "But why? It's a miracle that-"

  "That must be handled prudently. I need your cooperation with that."

  She was having extreme difficulty getting her mind around what he was talking about.

  "I don't really know what's going on. I think I'd better see some doctors. And Stone is finishing his book about. . I've got to tell him-"

  "Those things cannot happen, Alexa." He looked out at the river for a moment, then turned back. "A brand-new world has dawned. Finally all things are possible." He moved closer to her, then reached out and took her wrist again. She looked down and realized the cut on her hand was all but healed. "For now, this has to be our secret, yours and mine. Just us."

  She thought about all that had happened in the weeks since her wayward brother had accosted her running along this very river. It felt like an eternity.

  "I'm asking you not to talk about this," he continued. "To anyone. You must give me your solemn word."

  She felt the grip on her wrist get stronger.

  "Now that we know the Beta can work," he went on, his voice piercing through the rain, "I am forming an elite association, theMethuselah Society. Membership buys a guarantee that you can stop aging; in fact, you can pick the age you want to remain. Karl is sure he can do that, assuming the Beta worked with you. And now we see it has. The first memberships will naturally be somewhat expensive, but as time goes by, the cost will be gradually scaled down to respond to market forces. One mayonlyjoin with a companion, but for obvious reasons all those who undergo the Beta must be sworn to secrecy, on pain of death, since there's bound to be a hue and cry and government intervention if word leaks out that only individuals with significant resources can have this miracle."

  "I think that's obscene," she said.

  "I suspected you might feel that way. Which is why we're having this talk. As I've explained theMethuselah Societywill be contingent on the utmost secrecy, at least initially. So the question is, are you on board with this?"

  "The answer is, I'll do what I please." She was thinking what a bombshell this would be to have in Stone's book. Stem cells-the Fountain of Youth was no longer a dream.

  Winston Bartlett had won his dice game with God. And now he was planning to sweep the table. But he also was smart enough to realize he had to cash in quickly and discreetly.

  "Don't you realize how irresponsible that is?" he insisted. "We stand on the threshold of a new era for humankind. But if we let small-minded politicians get involved with this, they might decide to forbid. . Keep in mind that using stem cell technology to regenerate organs is already controversial. Just imagine what the self-appointed zealots would do withthis. The good of humanity is less important to them than their narrow-minded, bigoted constituencies."

  That was when it finally dawned on her why he had lured her down here by the river on a rainy night. What better place for a convenient "accident" if it came to that.

  She watched as he turned and raised a finger toward the open door of the McDonnell Douglas.

  The motor started and then another figure emerged and came down the steps. She squinted through the rain and recognized Kenji Noda, Bartlett's ever-present bodyguard. He was carrying a plastic bottle, along with a small white towel.

  He's going to chloroform me and then God knows what. I'm about to disappear the same way Kristen did.

  She stared at them both, wondering what to do.

  "Alexa, I regret to say that you are either with me or you are a problem I cannot afford to have," Bartlett said, and then he nodded to Noda.

  Shit.

  She backed to the edge of the pier as Noda advanced on her menacingly, dousing the cloth. He was a foot taller than she was and he weighed over two hundred pounds.

  Her first instinct was to run, but then she sensed an impulse to stand her ground. Something told her to try to use her strength against him. He wouldn't expect it.

  Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that a white car had pulled onto the pier and was cruising down the side, slowly inching their way. It looked like a police vehicle, probably a couple of cops curious about the presence of a helicopter on the Field Turf.

  They were approximately half a minute too late to make any difference. Kenji Noda was five feet away and they were fifty yards away. And they probably couldn't see what was going on anyway. The rain had chosen that moment to begin to gush, shrouding everything in sheets of water.

  Knickers was nudging at her leg, as though urging her to flee. And again she thought about running, but an instinct told her to stand her ground. She was feeling a sensation of power growing in her limbs.

  She found herself oddly calm as Kenji Noda reached her, then wrapped his left arm around her neck and with his right hand clamped the cloth over her nostrils. It was infused with chloroform-she knew the smell-but she held her breath.

  Then it happened. She casually reached up and took his left arm and pulled it away from her neck.

  It was so easy. There was the same feeling of strength she'd had when she wrenched open the air lock. Yet it was something that came and went. She had no inkling how long it would last this time.

  "I don't think you should do that," she said continuing to pull his arm around behind him. Then she twisted it to the side and there was a sickening snap as it came out of its shoulder socket

  He groaned lightly but did not speak. Instead he reached with his right hand and pulled an automatic out of a holster at the back of his belt dropping the chloroformed cloth in the process. While his left arm dangled uselessly, he brought around the pistol and tried to aim it at her torso. Her senses, though, were coming fully alive now and she seized his wrist and pushed it away just as he fired.

  The round caught her at the outer edge of her should
er. She felt it enter and exit, but there was no pain, merely a mild itch. Still holding his wrist, she picked up the white cloth and buried his face in it. She held it against his nostrils until his body twitched and went limp.

  That was when the spotlight hit them.

  "Drop your weapons and show your hands," came a basso voice over a megaphone.

  Who had a weapon? she wondered. The one pistol around was lying on the ground next to the crumpled frame of Kenji Noda.

  The police must have heard the shot and assumed they were being fired on.

  She turned around to search for Winston Bartlett and saw him retreating to the McDonnell Douglas. Running, actually.

  He saw what happened, she told herself.He's afraid of me.

  "Stop and identify yourself," came the police megaphone. The spotlight was now squarely on Bartlett, who was bounding up the retractable steps.

  Without looking back, he pulled up the steps and slammed the door. The rotor had already begun revving higher, and in moments the chopper had begun its ascent out over the dark river.

  "You have been warned to identify yourself," came the futile megaphone. The chopper had all but disappeared into the dark and rain when she heard a shot fired from the direction of the police car.

  It must have been an accident, she told herself.There's no way-

  But the smooth hum of the engine dying away in the fog abruptly changed tone, then started to sputter. Ten seconds later, there was silence.

  She was so engaged she didn't notice the stirring at her feet. A moment thereafter, she saw the towering bulk of Kenji Noda rise up beside her. Then she felt his grip on her wrist and realized he was dragging, and pulling her to the edge of the pier. Then she felt a shove and a swirl of dark air around her, followed by the splash of cold water. Surprisingly, it didn't really feel freezing-it just felt refreshingly brisk. With one hand she grabbed one of the square concrete pillars that was supporting the pier. The mysterious strength she'd had from time to time was coming back once more.

  That was when she heard a vicious howl, wolf-like, that transmuted into a growl, and the next thing she saw was a hazy form hurtle past her and splash into the water.