No one had any real idea how much Orc weighed, but he was not light, that was for sure. But not fat, either.
Orc had suffered one of the strangest and most disturbing of mutations. He’d been attacked and very badly hurt by coyotes. Very badly. Large portions of him had been eaten by the ravenous wild beasts.
But he had not died. The torn, mangled, massacred portions of his body had been replaced by a substance that looked like damp gravel. It made a soft slurry sound when he moved.
All that was left of Orc’s own skin was a patch around his mouth and one cheek. It seemed unbearably delicate to Howard. Howard could see it, pink flesh turned putty-colored in the unnatural green light.
Orc was awake but just barely. And only because Howard had lied to him and told him he was out of booze.
Orc watched balefully from his perch in the corner as the girl sat in the chair Howard had dragged in from the kitchen.
“You want some water?” Howard asked her.
“Yes, please,” the girl said.
Howard, hands shaking, filled a glass from the gallon jug. He handed it to her. She took it with both dirt-caked hands and raised it to her puffy lips.
She drank it all.
Normal. Perfectly normal except for the fact that there was absolutely nothing normal about this.
“You want more?” Howard asked her.
Brittney handed the glass back. “No, thank you.”
Howard steadied his breath and shaking fingers and took it. Almost dropped it. Set it down and then it did topple off the edge of the table. It didn’t smash, it bounced on the wood, but the sound seemed very loud, anyway. Howard flinched.
The knock at the door was comforting by contrast.
“Thank God,” Howard muttered, and ran to answer it.
Sam, with Taylor. Sam looking grim. Well, that was normal enough. Poor Sammy had lost some of his happy-go-lucky surfer boy sparkle.
“Howard,” Sam said in that voice he used when he was trying to hide his contempt.
But there was more going on with Sam. Even shaking with fear, Howard saw it. Something strange about the way he was reacting.
“Hey, thanks for stopping by,” Howard said. “I’d offer you some tea and cookies, but all we have is boiled mole and artichokes. Plus, we kind of have a dead girl in the living room.”
“A dead girl?” Sam said, and there it was again. The wrong reaction. Sam was too calm and too grim.
Of course Taylor had told him. Duh. Of course. That’s why Sam wasn’t surprised. Except there was something still off about Sam’s reaction. Howard had maintained his position by being able to read people pretty well. He’d kept on Orc’s good side for a long time, and managed, despite everything, to wrangle a place on the town council. Despite the fact that Sam surely suspected Howard was the one selling most of the illegal substances in Perdido Beach.
Sam stood there looking at Brittney. Who looked right back at him. Like maybe Sam was a teacher getting ready to ask her a question.
Brittney, can you explain the significance of the Missouri Compromise?
No? Well, then, young lady, you need to go back and reread the assignment.
Oh, and by the way: why are you not dead?
“Hello, Brittney,” Sam said.
“Hi, Sam,” Brittney said.
There was mud even in her braces, Howard noticed. Washed out only a little by the water. He could see a tiny piece of gravel wedged between chrome wires next to Brittney’s left canine.
Weird thing to notice, Howard thought.
Yeah, that’s what’s weird. Not that she’s sitting here chatting.
“How did you get here?” Sam asked.
Brittney shrugged. “I guess I walked. I don’t remember.”
Orc spoke for the first time in his low grumble. “She was standing on the porch when I stepped out to take a whiz.”
Sam glanced at Howard, who nodded.
“Do you know where you are?” Sam asked her.
“Sure. I’m…,” Brittney began. She frowned. Then the frown line disappeared. “I’m here.”
“You know all of us?”
She nodded slowly. “Sam. Howard. Taylor. Orc. Tanner.”
“Tanner?” Taylor blurted.
That rocked Sam back on his heels. Howard was perplexed.
“Who is Tanner?”
“One of the littles who…,” Taylor began, then bit her lip. “He’s her little brother. He was at the day care when…”
The pieces fell into place for Howard. He’d forgotten the name. Tanner, one of the preschoolers killed at what people called the Thanksgiving Battle, or the Battle of Perdido Beach. Coyotes mad with fear. Undisciplined gunfire. Drake and Caine and Sam using all their powers.
“Where is Tanner?” Sam asked softly.
Brittney smiled at a space between Howard and Taylor. “Right where he always is.”
“Brittney, do you know what’s happened?” Sam obviously didn’t know quite how to ask the question. “Brittney, do you remember being at the power plant? Caine and Drake came—”
Her scream made everyone jump, even Orc.
A wild shriek, a shocking loud sound, full of something that could only be hatred.
“The demon!” she screamed. An animal howl followed, a sound that rose and lifted the hairs on the back of Howard’s neck and made his insides feel watery.
Suddenly she was silent.
She held up one arm. She stared at it. Like it wasn’t part of her, like it was there and she couldn’t understand why. Her forehead creased in puzzlement.
Orc had suffered one of the strangest and most disturbing of mutations. He’d been attacked and very badly hurt by coyotes. Very badly. Large portions of him had been eaten by the ravenous wild beasts.
But he had not died. The torn, mangled, massacred portions of his body had been replaced by a substance that looked like damp gravel. It made a soft slurry sound when he moved.
All that was left of Orc’s own skin was a patch around his mouth and one cheek. It seemed unbearably delicate to Howard. Howard could see it, pink flesh turned putty-colored in the unnatural green light.
Orc was awake but just barely. And only because Howard had lied to him and told him he was out of booze.
Orc watched balefully from his perch in the corner as the girl sat in the chair Howard had dragged in from the kitchen.
“You want some water?” Howard asked her.
“Yes, please,” the girl said.
Howard, hands shaking, filled a glass from the gallon jug. He handed it to her. She took it with both dirt-caked hands and raised it to her puffy lips.
She drank it all.
Normal. Perfectly normal except for the fact that there was absolutely nothing normal about this.
“You want more?” Howard asked her.
Brittney handed the glass back. “No, thank you.”
Howard steadied his breath and shaking fingers and took it. Almost dropped it. Set it down and then it did topple off the edge of the table. It didn’t smash, it bounced on the wood, but the sound seemed very loud, anyway. Howard flinched.
The knock at the door was comforting by contrast.
“Thank God,” Howard muttered, and ran to answer it.
Sam, with Taylor. Sam looking grim. Well, that was normal enough. Poor Sammy had lost some of his happy-go-lucky surfer boy sparkle.
“Howard,” Sam said in that voice he used when he was trying to hide his contempt.
But there was more going on with Sam. Even shaking with fear, Howard saw it. Something strange about the way he was reacting.
“Hey, thanks for stopping by,” Howard said. “I’d offer you some tea and cookies, but all we have is boiled mole and artichokes. Plus, we kind of have a dead girl in the living room.”
“A dead girl?” Sam said, and there it was again. The wrong reaction. Sam was too calm and too grim.
Of course Taylor had told him. Duh. Of course. That’s why Sam wasn’t surprised. Except there was something still off about Sam’s reaction. Howard had maintained his position by being able to read people pretty well. He’d kept on Orc’s good side for a long time, and managed, despite everything, to wrangle a place on the town council. Despite the fact that Sam surely suspected Howard was the one selling most of the illegal substances in Perdido Beach.
Sam stood there looking at Brittney. Who looked right back at him. Like maybe Sam was a teacher getting ready to ask her a question.
Brittney, can you explain the significance of the Missouri Compromise?
No? Well, then, young lady, you need to go back and reread the assignment.
Oh, and by the way: why are you not dead?
“Hello, Brittney,” Sam said.
“Hi, Sam,” Brittney said.
There was mud even in her braces, Howard noticed. Washed out only a little by the water. He could see a tiny piece of gravel wedged between chrome wires next to Brittney’s left canine.
Weird thing to notice, Howard thought.
Yeah, that’s what’s weird. Not that she’s sitting here chatting.
“How did you get here?” Sam asked.
Brittney shrugged. “I guess I walked. I don’t remember.”
Orc spoke for the first time in his low grumble. “She was standing on the porch when I stepped out to take a whiz.”
Sam glanced at Howard, who nodded.
“Do you know where you are?” Sam asked her.
“Sure. I’m…,” Brittney began. She frowned. Then the frown line disappeared. “I’m here.”
“You know all of us?”
She nodded slowly. “Sam. Howard. Taylor. Orc. Tanner.”
“Tanner?” Taylor blurted.
That rocked Sam back on his heels. Howard was perplexed.
“Who is Tanner?”
“One of the littles who…,” Taylor began, then bit her lip. “He’s her little brother. He was at the day care when…”
The pieces fell into place for Howard. He’d forgotten the name. Tanner, one of the preschoolers killed at what people called the Thanksgiving Battle, or the Battle of Perdido Beach. Coyotes mad with fear. Undisciplined gunfire. Drake and Caine and Sam using all their powers.
“Where is Tanner?” Sam asked softly.
Brittney smiled at a space between Howard and Taylor. “Right where he always is.”
“Brittney, do you know what’s happened?” Sam obviously didn’t know quite how to ask the question. “Brittney, do you remember being at the power plant? Caine and Drake came—”
Her scream made everyone jump, even Orc.
A wild shriek, a shocking loud sound, full of something that could only be hatred.
“The demon!” she screamed. An animal howl followed, a sound that rose and lifted the hairs on the back of Howard’s neck and made his insides feel watery.
Suddenly she was silent.
She held up one arm. She stared at it. Like it wasn’t part of her, like it was there and she couldn’t understand why. Her forehead creased in puzzlement.
