And the weapons. Everywhere weapons. Knives, ranging from big chef’s knives stuck in belts, to hunting knives in ornate leather sheaths. Crowbars. Pieces of pipe with taped handles and lanyards. Some had been even more creative. Astrid saw a seven-year-old carrying a wooden table leg to which he had glued big slivers of broken glass.
And it had all become normal.
In this plaza coyotes had attacked screaming, defenseless children. That had changed a lot of people’s attitudes toward weapons.
But at the same time, girls carried dolls. Boys crammed action figures into their back pockets. Stained, torn, ratty comic books still stuck out of waistbands or were clutched in hands with nails as long and filthy as a wolf’s. Kids pushed baby strollers loaded with their few possessions.
The kids of Perdido Beach were a mess at the best of times. But it was so much worse now in the aftermath of the fire. Kids were still black with soot or gray with ash.
Coughing was the background noise. The flu that had been going around was sure to spread through this crowd, Astrid thought grimly. Lungs damaged by smoke inhalation would be especially vulnerable.
But they were still alive, Astrid told herself. Against all the odds, more than ninety percent of the kids first trapped in the FAYZ were still alive.
Mary led the preschoolers out of the day care into the plaza. Astrid looked closely. Mary seemed her normal self. She grabbed a little girl who was about to step in front of a boy on a skateboard.
Had she been wrong about Mary? Mary would never forgive her.
“Well, so what?” Astrid muttered wearily. “It’s not like I was ever popular.”
Then, Zil and a half dozen of his crew swaggered into the plaza from the far side. Astrid clenched her jaw. Would the crowd turn on them? She almost hoped so. People thought because she wouldn’t let Sam go after Zil she must not really despise the Human Crew’s Leader. That was wrong. She hated Zil. Hated everything he had done and everything he had tried to do.
Edilio moved quickly between Zil and a few of the boys who had started toward him, sticks and knives at the ready.
Zil’s kids were armed with knives and bats, and so were those who wanted to take them on. Edilio was armed with an assault rifle.
Astrid hated that this was what life so often came down to: my weapon is bigger than your weapon.
If Sam were here it would be about his hands. Everyone had either seen what Sam could do, or heard the stories retold in vivid detail. No one challenged Sam.
“It’s what makes him dangerous,” Astrid muttered to herself.
But it was also what had kept her alive on more than one occasion. Her and Little Pete.
She hated Sam for doing this, for just withdrawing like this. Disappearing. It was passive aggressive. Unworthy of him.
But another part was glad he was gone. If he were here it would be all about him. If Sam were here then every word Astrid spoke would be conditioned on what Sam would say or do. The kids would be watching his face for clues, waiting to see whether he nodded or laughed or smirked or gave them that cool, steely warning look he’d acquired over these last months.
Orc made his way into the crowd. People parted to let him pass. Astrid spotted Dekka, as always left alone by other kids so that she seemed to have a force field around her. The one person Astrid didn’t see was Brianna. Brianna wasn’t someone you missed or overlooked. She must still be too sick to go out.
“It’s time,” Albert said over his shoulder.
“Now?” Astrid was surprised.
“Once we feed them they’ll go off in separate directions. I got them here and behaving themselves because of food. Once the food is gone…”
“Okay.” Astrid’s heart was in her throat. She clenched her papers again and stood up too suddenly.
“Like Moses, huh?” Albert said.
“What?”
“Like Moses coming down off the mountain with the Ten Commandments,” Albert said.
“Those were written by God,” Astrid said. “This wasn’t.”
She tripped a little walking down the steps but caught herself. No one was paying particular attention as she entered the crowd. One or two kids called out greetings. Many more made rude or hostile remarks. Mostly kids were focused on the small fires, where venison and chunks of fish browned on skewers made of wire clothes hangers.
She reached the fountain, which was close enough to the cook fires that kids noticed when she climbed up and unfolded her papers.
“Everyone…,” she began.
“Oh, puh-leeze, not some speech,” a voice heckled.
“I…I just have a few things to say. Before you can eat,” Astrid said.
A groan went up. One kid picked up a piece of dirt and tossed it with poor aim-and not too much commitment-at Astrid. Orc took two steps, brushing aside a couple of kids in the process, and made a low growling noise with his scary face right up against the kid’s nose. That signaled the end of dirt throwing.
“Go ahead, Astrid,” Orc rumbled.
Astrid noticed Edilio hiding a smile. Back a million years ago, back in the old life, Astrid had tutored Orc.
“Okay,” Astrid began. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. “I…Okay. When the FAYZ came, all our lives changed. And ever since then all we’ve tried to do is get by, day to day. We’ve been lucky because some people worked very hard and took big risks to help us all make it.”
“Can we eat now?” a younger kid cried.
“And we’ve all been focused on getting by and focused on what we’ve lost. Now it’s time to start working on the future. Because we’re going to be here for a while. Maybe for the rest of our lives.”
That drew some very harsh words, but Astrid kept going.
“We need rules and laws and rights and all,” Astrid said. “Because we need to have some justice and some peace.”
“I just want food,” a voice cried.
Astrid plowed ahead. “So, you’ll all get to vote on this. But I’ve written down a list of laws. I kept it simple.”
“Yeah, because we’re too stupid,” Howard said, suddenly just in front of her.
“No, Howard. If anyone was stupid, I was. I kept looking for some perfect system, something that wouldn’t involve compromising anything.”
That got the attention of a few more kids.
“Well, there is no perfect system. So I wrote down an imperfect set of laws.”
“Rule number one: Each of us has the right to be free and to do whatever we want as long as nothing we do hurts anyone else.”
She waited. No heckling. Not even from Howard.
“Two: No one can hurt another person except in self-defense.”
Grudging attention was being paid. Not everyone. But some, and more as she continued.
“Three. No one can take another person’s possessions.”
“Not that we have anything much to take,” Howard said, but was shushed.
“Four. We’re all equal and have exactly the same rights. Freak or normal.”
Astrid saw the glint of anger on Zil’s face. He was looking around himself, seeming to take the temperature of the crowd. She wondered if he would make a move now or wait for another opportunity.
“Five. Anyone who commits a crime-stealing or hurting someone-will be accused and then tried by a jury of six kids.”
Some of the crowd were losing interest again and beginning to cast sidelong glances at the food. But others waited patiently. Even respectfully.
“Six: lying to the jury is a crime. Seven: penalties can be anything from a fine to getting locked up in a jail for a period of a month or more, to permanent exile from Perdido Beach.”
The crowd mostly liked this. There was some clowning around, kids pointing at each other, some shoving, mostly good-natured.
“Eight. We’ll elect a new town council every six months. But the council cannot change these first nine rules.”
“Are we done, yet?” Howard asked.
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sp; “One more. The ninth rule,” Astrid said. “And this is the one I have the most doubt about. I kind of hate the idea of this rule. But I can’t see any way around it.” She glanced at Albert and then nodded at Quinn, who frowned and looked confused.
This, finally, got everyone’s attention.
Astrid folded the paper and stuffed it into her pocket. “Everyone has to live by these laws. Normal or freak. Regular citizen or member of the council. Except…”
“Except Sammy?” Howard supplied.
“No!” Astrid snapped. Then, more calmly, refusing to be provoked, “No, not except Sam. Except in the event of an emergency. The council will have the right to suspend all other rules for a period of twenty-four hours if there’s a major emergency. In that case the council can appoint a person, or several people, to act as Town Defenders.”
“Sammy,” Howard said. He laughed cynically.
Astrid ignored him and instead focused on Zil. “And if you think that’s directed at you, Zil, you’re welcome to think so.”
In a louder voice Astrid cried, “You’ll all get a chance to vote, but for now, temporarily, these rules will be the law as soon as a majority on the council says so.”
“I vote yes,” Albert said quickly.
“Me, too,” Edilio called out from somewhere in the crowd.
Howard rolled his eyes. He looked at Orc, who nodded his head yes. Howard sighed theatrically. “Yeah, whatever.”
“Okay, then,” Astrid said. “With my vote that’s four out of seven. So. These are the laws of Perdido Beach. The laws of the FAYZ.”
“Can we eat now?” Howard asked.
“One last thing,” Astrid said. “I lied to people. And I got other people to lie. That’s not against any of these rules, but it’s still wrong. The result is that kids won’t really trust me in the future. So I’m quitting the town council. Effective right now.”
Howard began an ironic slow clapping. Astrid laughed. It didn’t even bother her. In fact, she felt like joining in herself. Like she could finally stand outside herself, see herself as shrill and controlling and faintly ridiculous.
Strangely, it made her feel better.
“Now, let’s eat,” Astrid said. She hopped down from the fountain and actually felt lighter when she landed. Like she’d weighed five hundred pounds a minute ago and was now as light and nimble as a gymnast. She patted Howard on the shoulder and went to Albert, who was shaking his head slowly.
“Nice,” Albert said. “You get to quit.”
“Yep. So now I guess I need a job, Albert,” Astrid said. “You have any openings?”
THIRTY-SEVEN
33 MINUTES
“I DIDN’T WET my bed or anything,” Justin said. “At my house I mean.”
Mary ignored him. Instead she watched Astrid’s performance. It made her bitter. Of course Astrid had found a way out of the hole she’d dug for herself. Smart, beautiful Astrid. It must be great to be Astrid. It must be great to have so much confidence that you could just stand up there handing out a set of rules and then blithely walk away, with your pretty blond head held high.
“Can I go see Roger after we eat?”
“Whatever,” Mary said. She’d be out of it all soon. Done with this awful place and these awful people. She’d sit outside with her mother and tell her stories about it.
Astrid was lining up now for barbecue. Astrid and Little Pete together. Kids were clapping her on the back. Grinning at her. Liking her more than they had in the past. Why? Because she had admitted she had screwed up and then she’d quit and left them with a new set of rules to follow.
In her own way Astrid had taken the poof, Mary thought.
How many minutes left until Mary had her own chance at escape? She pulled Francis’s watch from her pocket. Half an hour.
After all the worry and anticipation it still seemed to rush up at her, the time.
John was looking at her now, even as he herded the kids toward the front of the food line. Looking at her. Expecting something from her. Just like everyone else.
Mary should go stand in the food line herself, of course, show Astrid up as a liar for calling her anorexic.
But really, what did Mary have to prove to anyone?
She ignored John’s wave, ignored kids around her, and headed back into the day care.
It was quiet and empty.
This place had been her whole life since the FAYZ. Her whole life. This messy, stinking, gloomy hole. She stared at it. Hated it. Hated herself for letting this define her.
She didn’t hear anyone behind her. But she felt it.
The back of her neck tingled.
Mary turned. There. Behind the milky translucent plastic that covered the jagged hole between the day care and the hardware. A shape. A form.
Mary’s mouth was dry. Her heart pounded.
“Where are they, Mary?” Drake asked. “Where are the snot-nosed little monsters?”
“No,” Mary whispered.
Drake looked at the edges of the cinderblock with detached interest. “This was clever, the way Sam did this. Burned right through the wall. I didn’t see it coming.”
“You’re dead,” Mary said.
Drake snapped his whip hand. The plastic was sliced from top to bottom.
He stepped through. Into the room where he and the coyotes had threatened to kill the children.
Drake. No one else. No one else had those eyes. No one else had that python arm the color of dried blood.
He was dirty, that was the only difference. His face was smeared with mud. Mud was in his hair. Mud was on his clothes.
The whip writhed and curled like it had a life of its own.
“Get out of here,” Mary whispered.
What happened if she died here in the FAYZ? No. She had to get away. And she had to save the children.
Had to. No other choice. She’d been a fool even to think of any other choice.
“I think I’ll wait for the kiddies to come back,” Drake said. He grinned his wolf’s grin and Mary could see mud in his teeth. “I think it’s time to finish what I started.”
Mary wet herself then. She could feel it. But she could not stop it.
“Go,” Drake said. “Go get them. Bring them here.”
Mary shook her head slowly, her muscles watery and weak.
“Go!” Drake roared.
The whip hand lashed out. The tip drew a line of fire on her cheek and she ran from the room.
Zil was frozen with indecision. Astrid had directly threatened him. The Ninth Law? She hadn’t even pretended it wasn’t about him. She had turned her icy blue eyes on him and threatened him. Astrid! That treasonous, freak-loving girl!
And now? Astrid had laid down the law and laid out her threat and now everyone was eating fish and venison and actually talking about Astrid’s laws.
Yesterday Zil had burned down a big piece of the town. The result was supposed to be chaos. But now Albert was dishing out meat and Astrid was dishing out laws and it was as if Zil had done nothing, as if he was not someone to be feared and respected.
Like he was nobody.
Threatened! And once Sam decided to reappear…
“Leader, maybe we’d better get back to the compound,” Lance suggested.
Zil stared at him in amazement. Lance was suggesting they slink away? Things must be as bad as Zil feared if even Lance was scared.
“No,” Turk argued, but not very loudly, or very forcibly. “If we run away, we’re done for. We’ll just be waiting there for Sam to come around and finish us off.”
“He’s right,” a girl’s voice said.
Zil spun around and saw a dark-haired girl, a pretty girl, but not someone he knew. Not Human Crew. The thing to do was tell her to take off, stop presuming to speak to him. He was the Leader. But there was something about her…
“Who are you?” Zil asked, eyes narrowed, suspicious.
“My name is Nerezza,” she said.
“Weird name,” Turk commented.
“Yes, it is,” Nerezza allowed. She smiled. “It’s Italian. It means darkness.”
Lisa was standing behind Nerezza. Zil could see them both. The contrast did not work to Lisa’s benefit. Nerezza was more beautiful the longer you looked at her.
“Darkness,” Zil said.
“We have that in common,” Nerezza said.
“You know what Zil means?” Zil asked, amazed.
“I know what darkness is,” Nerezza said. “And I know that its time is coming.”
Zil remembered to breathe. “I don’t understand.”
“It will begin very soon,” Nerezza said. “Send this one”-she nodded at Lance-“to bring your weapons.”
“Go,” Zil ordered Lance.
Nerezza tilted her head a little and looked at Zil curiously. “Are you ready to do what has to be done?”
“What has to be done?” Zil asked.
“Killing,” Nerezza said. “There must be killing. It’s not enough to build a fire. The bodies must be fed into the flame.”
“Only the freaks,” Zil said.
Nerezza laughed. “Tell yourself whatever makes you happy,” she said. “The game is chaos and destruction, Zil. Play it to win.”
Edilio saw Nerezza with Zil. He couldn’t hear what they were saying. But he could read body language.
Something was wrong there.
Zil rapt. Nerezza flirting just a little.
Where was Orsay? He’d never seen Nerezza without Orsay. They’d been inseparable.
Lance went tearing off in the direction of Zil’s compound.
Edilio glanced at Astrid, but she was paying no attention. Her little brother had a piece of fish in one hand and his game player in the other.
Little Pete stared at him, as if he’d never seen Edilio before and was surprised by what he saw now. Little Pete blinked once. He frowned. He dropped the last of his fish and went instantly back to his game.
There was a scream. It cut through the chatter and drone of a crowd of kids eating.
Edilio’s head snapped around.
Mary was running from the day care. Screaming a word, a name.
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