Black Water tpa-5

by D. J. MacHale

  Have I mentioned that I was really beginning to hate Eelong?

  We rode for about an hour. Every so often Boon would glance back from his driver’s seat to see if I was okay. All I could do was offer him a weak smile to assure him that I was fine…in spite of my aching butt. Boon would nod in sympathy.

  We finally broke out of the jungle and rolled into a vast clearing. At first I thought this would be the farm where we’d stop and pick the fruit, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. This was a farm, all right. The wagon had stopped on the edge of what looked like a vast cornfield. But rather than green husks shielding yellow ears of corn, these plants grew the same blue apples that were thrown into the wagon earlier.

  And there was something else. Lying amid the rows of plants were dead tangs. Lots of them. It didn’t look like there had been a fight or anything. All these tangs looked as if they just lay down…and died. Not that I felt bad for these monsters, but it was totally creepy.

  Durgen took a step away from the wagon and surveyed the carnage. Kasha walked up to him and asked, “What happened here?”

  Durgen looked troubled. “There have been reports of some crops turning foul. These tangs stopped at the wrong farm.”

  “But how could this happen?” Kasha asked. “Did the fruit simply turn rotten from being overripe?”

  “That’s my guess,” Durgen answered. “But whatever the reason, with the food shortage we can’t afford to let this happen again. Which is all the more reason to be out here and harvest what we can. Let’s keep moving.”

  The wagon began rolling again. I saw that every few rows held more dead tangs. As horrible as it was, it gave me a slight bit of hope that maybe enough tangs had been killed off so they wouldn’t bother us. On the other hand, if the fruit out here had become poisonous, I wasn’t too thrilled about having to pick any of it. I was suddenly relieved I hadn’t eaten any of the blue apples that were thrown into the wagon.

  We soon left the farm and followed the path back into the jungle. I was happy to leave the tang graveyard behind.

  “Death place,” whispered a weak voice next to me. I was so shocked, I actually jerked back. I looked to where the voice came from but saw only the gars, staring out at the carnage with wide, scared eyes.

  Then another voice said, “Time soon.”

  I whipped around to see another gar.

  “You can talk?” I whispered, because I didn’t want the klees to hear.

  The gar looked at me. For the first time I saw signs of intelligent life. He let out a small smile and said, “Time soon.”

  I was stunned. The gar could speak! This was incredible. These creatures were being treated like animals, and don’t get me wrong, they acted like animals, but they could speak! They had intelligence! Why didn’t Boon tell me this? Or Kasha? How could the klees treat gars like cattle when they had an intellect?

  I looked at the other gars in the wagon, and froze. They were all looking at me with these strange smiles. I didn’t know how to react. They didn’t look dangerous or anything. Just the opposite. They all looked at me with what I can best describe as…love. I’m serious. You know that look. It’s the proud look you get from your parents when you’re playing tuba in some lame-o concert at school, and they’re thinking you’re ready for Carnegie Hall. I had seen that look once before, other than from my parents, that is. It was in the arena on Denduron, when the poor Milago miner was about to be attacked by the quig. Remember that? The old miner saw my face in the crowd, and even though he was about to die, he stood up straight and gave me a smile of strength. It creeped me out then, and it was creeping me out in that wagon on Eelong. What did these people see in me? Did they know I was a Traveler who was trying to save them from Saint Dane? That was impossible…wasn’t it?

  I felt a tap on my shoulder and looked back to the gar who first spoke. He held out his hand. In his open palm was something I recognized. It was a small, amber cube like the one I had seen the two gars petting back in Leeandra. A closer look showed me that it was definitely made of some kind of crystal. But one of the sides was black. I looked at the strange object, not sure of what to do. He didn’t want me to take it, it was more like he was showing it off.

  “What is it?” I whispered, not sure if he’d understand.

  The gar cocked his head, as if he were surprised I didn’t know what it was.

  “Black Water,” the gar said.

  I had absolutely no freakin’ idea of what he was talking about. Heck, I was still thrown by the fact that he could talk. That’s when a gar sitting across from me said, “Black Water.”

  He too was holding one of the small cubes. I glanced to the front of the wagon and saw that two more gars had cubes. They each held them up with two hands like they were fragile, precious treasures.

  “Soon,” another gar said, and the others nodded.

  “Soon what?” I asked.

  “Home,” another said.

  Before I could ask them any more, the wagon came to an abrupt stop. The gars quickly hid their cubes, which told me they didn’t want the klees to know about them. Very interesting. Now I was faced with a difficult choice. I felt as if the only way I’d learn about these cubes would be to ask Boon or Kasha. But if the gars didn’t want the klees to know about them, would I be betraying their confidence? Boon and Kasha were on my side. At least Boon was. But they were klees, and klees were about to start hunting the gars, which is exactly what I had to prevent. What was I supposed to do? My head was starting to hurt as much as my butt.

  “Everybody out!” shouted Durgen.

  He threw open the back of the wagon and we all climbed out. One cat untied our restraints while another handed us each a large, empty sack. Once I got the circulation back in my legs, I looked around to see where we were. Since I had been so focused on the gars in the wagon, I hadn’t noticed that we had emerged from the jungle and arrived at another farm. A quick look around showed that there were no tang bodies lying around. Durgen walked up to the first row of plants and plucked off one of the blue apples. He strode back toward the wagon and tossed the fruit to a gar who was standing next to me. “Eat,” he ordered.

  The gar looked at the blue apple like it was poison. I didn’t blame him. It might have been. “Now!” Durgen yelled. The gar closed his eyes and took a bite. “More!” Durgen commanded.

  The frightened gar took a few more bites and reluctantly swallowed. We all watched him, expecting… I don’t know what. Would he fall down dead like the tangs?

  He didn’t. The gar looked visibly relieved and hungrily gnawed on the rest of the apple. But he didn’t get far because Durgen knocked it out of his hands. I was beginning to have some serious issues with this Durgen character.

  “The fruit is fine here,” he bellowed to everyone. “This is where we harvest.”

  Oh joy.

  Suddenly I was grabbed roughly by the back of my shirt and yanked away from the group. “Don’t try to run away, gar!” a klee hissed at me.

  It was Kasha. She pulled me far enough away from the group so they couldn’t hear what we were saying. She gave me a rough shove that nearly threw me to the ground.

  “Hey, easy!” I complained.

  “We need to talk,” she said.

  “What happened to that farm back there? Why did those tangs die?” I asked.

  “I don’t know,” Kasha answered. “But if you want to stay alive, listen to me. Do what you are told. Be sure to stay near the center of the pack. The tangs attack from the outside in.”

  “You didn’t tell me gars could talk,” I said. “They’re intelligent. They aren’t animals.”

  “Pendragon, are you listening to me?”

  “Yeah, yeah. Outside in. How could the klees want to hunt intelligent life?”

  Kasha gave a quick glance behind me. I turned to see Durgen stalking toward us. “Do as I say, Pendragon,” Kasha said quickly. She gave me a kick and I fell at Durgen’s feet. “I was making sure he will carry his weight,” Kasha
explained to Durgen.

  Kasha was definitely playing this up for Durgen’s sake, but I think she was enjoying it a little. Durgen lifted me up by my shirt. I was really getting sick of being handled like a doll.

  “Good,” he said. “Then he will lead the pack.” He shoved me in the direction of the other gars. I didn’t know what he meant by leading the pack, but whatever it was, I was pretty sure I wouldn’t like it.

  The klees herded the gars together, shoulder to shoulder. I was in dead center. That was good. Tangs attacked from the outside in. But I was told to walk forward first, into the tall stalks. The others were to follow me, slightly behind and spread out like an arrowhead. That was bad. I was the tip of the arrow. If there was a hungry tang lying in wait inside those plants, I’d be the first one to reach it. I gave a quick glance back to see Boon sitting in the driver’s seat of the wagon, looking helpless. I heard a loudcrackand felt a sharp, stinging pain on my back. Yeow! I looked the other way to see Durgen standing there with a long strap he used like a whip.

  “Now!” he bellowed. “Before the tangs catch a whiff of your stench!”

  I got the message. I stepped forward and into the first row of plants. The others followed to either side and slightly behind. I didn’t know what else to do, so I started pulling the blue fruit off the stalks and dropping it into my bag. It was mindless work, which was good because the only thing on my mind was the possibility of a tang lying in wait for me. As I picked the fruit I looked back to see what the klees were doing to protect us. The answer was, nothing. Just the opposite, we were there to protect them. While Boon and another klee stayed at the wagon, the others walked behind us, inside the arrowhead, shielded from a surprise attack. Kasha was with them, which gave me a little reassurance. Very little.

  When my bag was filled with blue apples, a gar came forward, took it from me, and gave me another empty sack. The gar dragged the loaded bag back to the wagon where he dumped the fruit. They had a couple of gars shuttling loaded sacks. I realized pretty quickly that once the wagon was loaded, there’d be no room for us poor gars to ride on the way back to Leeandra. That is, assuming we survived.

  The picking was slow going. I’d say it took about a minute to get all the fruit off a single plant. I quickly learned that after a plant was picked clean, it had to be uprooted and laid down. That meant as our formation moved forward, we cleared a path through the crops that grew wider as we went. I don’t know how long we were picking. Two hours? Three? It was grueling and I was getting tired. The klees didn’t give us water, either. Or food. It struck me that if the tangs were smart, they’d attack later in the day, once their victims were burned out. I really, really hoped they weren’t smart.

  I finished another bag and held my hand up to signal a gar to come and take it. But nobody came. They had been pretty quick up till then, so I realized that for some reason the process had slowed… or stopped. I looked to Kasha and held up the heavy bag.

  Kasha saw it and shouted out, “Here!” Nobody came to fetch it.

  The other gars stopped picking. I instantly felt the tension as they stood up and looked around nervously. The cats reached for their weapons and slowly brought them forward. Uh-oh. Everyone stood absolutely still, not making a sound, only listening. A few seconds went by. The only sound I heard was the wind gently rustling the plants. Where were the shuttling gars? Were they just slow in emptying the sacks at the wagon, or was the answer more ominous?

  I looked to my right. Standing a few feet behind me was the gar who earlier showed me his amber cube. His every sense was on alert, listening, looking, smelling. He was scared. I didn’t blame him. So was I. The guy looked ahead into the dense crops, but saw nothing but plants. His gaze wandered until he saw me. Our eyes met. Instantly his look went from one of fear, to one of serenity. Seriously. It was like the tension left his body as he broke into a big smile.

  It would be the last action of his life.

  A second later I smelled the stench. It was the odor of a hungry tang. Another second passed and the tall plants in front of the gar rustled. Something flashed out. It went so fast I can’t really describe exactly what happened. One second he was standing there, the next second a green blur wrapped around him and pulled him into the dense plants. I stood frozen, a scream caught in my throat. A moment later I had no trouble screaming, because something came back out. It hit the ground and rolled close to my feet. I looked down to see something I’ll never forget for the rest of my life. Lying at my feet was the head of my friend the gar. His lifeless eyes staring up at me.

  I screamed…and the attack began.

  JOURNAL #17

  (CONTINUED)

  EELONG

  Theassault was fast and violent.

  The tangs were waiting for us, just as I had feared. As soon as the first gar was killed, it was like the signal had gone out for the others to attack. They sprang from the plants in front of us like guerrilla fighters. These may have been beasts, but they were smart. Their green color blended with the green vegetation so well that we were nearly on top of them before they made their move.

  A tang leaped for me. Without thinking, I swung the bag full of apples. It wasn’t exactly a deadly weapon, but the heavy bag saved my life. I hit the tang’s gut with such force, I heard it grunt. The beast fell back, its scaly tale thrashing. It wasn’t hurt, but the move gave me the few seconds I needed to do the only thing possible.

  I ran.

  It all happened so fast that I can only remember quick, horrible images. I saw another tang leap out and grab the gar who was picking fruit on the other side of me. The gar’s scream of pain cut right through me. I never saw him again. All around me, gars had dropped their bags of fruit and were running back toward the wagon. They had no weapons. They were sitting ducks. Or running ducks. The klees didn’t do anything to help them. The cats held their wooden staves up as they backed toward the wagon, but it was to protect themselves, not the gars. A few tangs attacked the klees, but the experienced foragers used their weapons expertly, fending them off and knocking a few senseless. There were screams all around me, both from gars who were being attacked, and the tangs who were pouncing on them with a bloodlust. I had no idea how many tangs there were. There could have been ten, or a hundred. It was all a blur.

  All I could do was block out the horror around me and get back to the wagon. I pumped my legs, jumping over the crops we had just picked. I didn’t dare turn around for fear of what I would see. Besides, it would only slow me down. I’ve always been fast, but I had no idea if I was faster than a hungry tang.

  Up ahead of me, the klees were on the run. They were down on all fours and chewing up the ground to escape. I didn’t see Kasha, but I figured she was right there with them, abandoning me. So much for trusting the next Traveler from Eelong. Behind me, I heard tangs crunching across the fallen plants, hungry to catch up. But my confidence was growing. I was faster than they were. I was going to make it to the wagon. My thoughts went to what I would do once I got there. The klees would make a stand, I was sure of that. But could I count on them to protect me and the other gars who were lucky enough to make it back? Could I rely on Kasha? And Boon? I would find out soon enough. Up ahead, I saw the wagon. Boon was standing up in the driver’s seat, motioning for us all to hurry. I shouldn’t have been looking at him, because it meant I wasn’t watching what was in front of me and… I tripped.

  I stumbled forward and did a complete somersault only to come face-to-face with a dead gar. Blood trickled from his mouth. I jumped up quickly to see what I had tripped over. It was another dead gar. I then knew what had happened to the group that was shuttling the fruit back to the wagon. They had been ambushed by the tangs. A quick look to my right showed me a tang dragging a gar back into the high stalks. He had gotten his prize. I shot a look to where I had come from to see a tang was running for me. Its mouth was open to reveal bloody, sharp teeth. I was like a deer caught in the headlights. The tang was on a dead run. I was just…dead. The
re was no way I could turn and run fast enough to get away. I was tang chow. I backed away, but too late. The tang leaped.

  And a blur flashed in front of me, knocking the tang off balance. It was a gar! He fought the tang valiantly, but the poor guy didn’t stand a chance. I took a step forward to help him, but it was too late. The tang swept its arm back and stabbed the gar with its long, sharp talons. The three talons went right through his body, coming out his back. It was hideous. The gar writhed in pain, but managed to turn his head and look at me. The guy was in agony, but when he saw me, he relaxed. It was like the pain had magically gone away.

  I recognized him. It was one of the gars I had spoken to on the wagon. His eyes looked peaceful. He wasn’t in pain anymore. He smiled. I swear, guys, he smiled. This primitive human-animal had sacrificed his life to save mine. But why? Blood started leaking out the sides of his mouth, but he kept his smile. He croaked out two words. He said them with such a soft whisper, I could barely hear.

  “Black Water,” he groaned.

  His eyes closed and he died. The tang pulled its talons out of the guy, threw him to the ground and looked at me. I wasn’t sure if it was going to attack or make off with its conquest. I didn’t stick around long enough for it to decide. I turned and ran for the wagon, trying to hold down the sick feeling in my stomach. I expected to feel the tang’s talons stab me in the back, but the stab never came. The tang must have stayed with its victim. Gross.

  “Hurry! C’mon!” Boon yelled.

  The other klees got to the wagon first. Of the twenty or so gars who were brought here, only a handful survived the attack. I was one of them, thanks to the selfless gar who gave his life to save mine

  “Durgen! Help!”