In Jack’s mind, a film reel spooled to life, and a green witch wailed in tandem with the agonised creature. I’m melting, melting!
Milton Harper’s ashes were scattered by some unseen, disgusted power, to the far reaches of All Where. His screams, the terrible conscious knowing of coming oblivion, didn’t stop until the last fragment of bone puffed away.
Sweet silence reigned in his wake, and All Where grew an infinitesimal shade brighter.
Then with infinite sorrow, that same presence turned upon Jack, a great and noble creature of compound eyes and many giant, furry legs. It laid a gentle touch upon him, and did the duty to which it was bound, bringing ruin down upon the Earth.
*
The End struck at 04:15 EST, on June 3rd. Jack watched through an infinitude of hidden windows, saw the apocalypse from enough perspectives to see every expression, every surprised gasp. The world over, seven billion people paused, caught in a momentary paroxysm of bone-chilling cold, and pain. Then, as one, they vanished.
The Frost did its work.
In its wake, the world was left silent, broken and scattered. Harper had told no lies: every piece of digital memory had been erased, every radio frequency consumed by the ethereal scream of the crystal cavern.
From a single impossible step away, Jack Shannon watched the Earth purged of life. He was somewhere else yet again, the tree gone, all sources of light, gone.
He was back in that place, the awful dark place where the swinging behemoth oscillated, unseen. Carpeting its surface, stretching away into infinity, naked and writhing and screaming, billions of people roiled before him.
They held it now, the terrible weight of the cosmos.
But it was nothing to his burden, the guilt of having put them there. His family were out there, Kat and all those who had fought against this for so long. It had all come to nothing.
Jack wept against unseen walls, suspended above them in a transparent cage, his prison, condemned to watch them slave under the awful strain. “Forgive me!”
25
The balance was broken.
Harper hadn’t lied about that. Jack might have stopped the Fall, for now. But something was wrong. That much was obvious.
Seven billion souls had been shackled in place of something out there, something that, while still bound to this place, now knew some measure of freedom for the first time in the age of all the stars in the heavens. And it was angry—a rage that permeated every inch of this place, choking him.
He watched the writhing bodies for a long time. He didn’t bother to gauge how long. Somewhere between seconds and years. Yet no matter how long he stared in his little box and watched, it grew no less painful, the guilt raged just as strong like hot lead through his veins, and it seemed no less weird that this could have happened.
Even here, stripped of the very Earth itself, slaves transported to labour a colony at the end of the universe, it was weird. Some things just were.
He couldn’t help them, couldn’t even be among them. His punishment was to watch them struggle under the unbearable strain.
For evermore, he would watch.
“Not quite, forever,” said a voice.
Jack whirled to the darkness. For a moment, nothing. Then a figure emerged from the shadow as a magician steps from behind a curtain. A man, slim and tall and pale, his face a chimera of benign benevolence and predatory leer. Under each eye, dark streaks like ruined mascara marked his cheeks.
He bowed majestically.
“Who are you?”
“A friend. Call me Fol.”
“What kind of name is that?”
He smiled. “A bad one. Such is the nature of Highcourt—was.” A note of pain passed his face, fracturing his refined theatricality.
“You’re from Highcourt?”
A nod.
Jack waited.
“It’s all gone, now. Only a handful are left, hiding… out there.” He gestured skyward—what had been skyward, before the darkness.
Jack watched him for a long time, unmoving. “Leave me alone,” he said at last.
He turned to the writhing Vanished.
Footsteps behind him like pebbles plopping into a well.
Jack put a hand against the invisible wall separating him from his parents, family, childhood friends, everyone in all the world. “Who are you?”
A flash of something reached him, not spoken but thought. A transmission from the newcomer.
I still have it. Even now, I still have the power.
He glanced at Fol. “Jester? You’re a jester?”
Fol cocked an eyebrow. “You heard that?”
“I hear a lot of things.” Jack blinked. “You let this happen.”
“We had to. I’m sure you know by now, there are rules to abide by, unbreakable rules. Kaard was the only one close enough to get to you in time. But a lot of what happened could have been avoided. This has been a long time coming. We made mistakes, we grew lazy.” He paused. “I made mistakes.”
Jack turned away.
I don’t care. I don’t care. Just leave me be.
“I can’t help them,” he said hollowly.
“No.”
“I put them all here.”
“You saved so much more.”
Jack swallowed audibly, a golf ball blossoming in his throat. “I don’t care.”
Ponderous footsteps behind him. “What would you say if I told you there was a way…? A way to undo all this, to stop them for good?”
“I thought it was done?”
“You know they’ve changed things. The End was just the beginning.”
A long silence. “What can you do?”
“We. We can fight this. It’ll be a long road, and dangerous, and we’ll likely fail. But there is a chance.”
Jack sat slowly, crossing his legs, suddenly feeling very old. “I’m done being a pawn. He warned me this would happen, before it all started, he warned me that we never last. Us,” he spat out a bastardised laugh, “creatures of destiny.”
Fol gestured to the nothingness around them. “Yet here you are.”
“And where might that be?”
“Besides the point. The point is that you are. And the Web needs you just as much as it always has.”
“I saw what’s out there when I touched the tree. I didn’t understand, but I felt it.” He shook his head. “I don’t think even you really know how deep this goes. I can’t do anything against that.”
“None of us can ever do anything alone. That’s why I’m going to bring you together.”
“Who?”
“The End wasn’t total. The world goes on.” The man strolled around to his side, peering down with his head cocked to the side. “The ones we need are out there, somewhere. Like you said, Jack: creatures of destiny.”
Jack grunted, almost turned his back. Then an echo on the edge of audibility flickered way down in that secret place, where he had once travelled amongst the pages of so many books; the whispering echo of a bearded fool.
The Web always gives a way.
Jack turned his back instead on the Vanished. “What do we do?”
Fol took a step closer. In his sparkling lupine eyes blazed a flame Jack recognised. He recognised it well.
The Jester of Highcourt smiled wide, and leaned in close. “We’re going to save the bloody world.”
THE END WAS JUST THE BEGINNING
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Frost
by Harry Manners
First published 2015 by Radden Press.
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Harry Manners lives in Bedfordshire, England. When he’s not writing, he studies science at university, reads anything he can get his hands on, and generally nerds out—for which he is staunchly unapologetic.
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