Some living things were affected, and others were spared.
One was especially vulnerable: a strange little boy whose own brain made him a prisoner, whose own mind made life painful and terrifying. Unbearable.
It would be a while before the gaiaphage began to suspect that it had unwittingly created its own nemesis. When the warping of physical laws sent the nuclear plant spiraling into a meltdown, that little boy, overwhelmed by sensory input he could not understand, sirens blaring and screens flashing warnings, created the barrier. In a flash of inconceivable power Peter Ellison simply removed all the noisy, troublesome grown-ups, silenced all that overload, and protected himself as best he could.
The gaiaphage’s malignant effect was contained. The world had found its defense against alien infection. The antibody was a then-four-year-old boy with powers made possible by the gaiaphage virus.
Nature had found the way to defend itself.
And now, at last, gaiaphage and Nemesis stood facing each other.
“Why didn’t you just . . . fade?” Gaia demanded plaintively.
“You hit me,” Nemesis said. It was a little boy’s voice coming from Caine’s mouth. “And that’s not okay.”
Sam let go of Diana’s hand, seeing Astrid ahead. He saw her blond hair from the back and almost wept with relief. But then he saw that she had been hurt.
“Astrid!” he cried.
But she held up her hand, silencing him. He looked past her then and saw Caine and Gaia, no more than a hundred feet apart.
Diana stepped closer.
“Diana, move back.” Edilio, trying to get her to a safe distance.
Diana shook her head. “I don’t think so, Edilio. He wanted a blaze of glory. He deserves an audience.”
Gaia raised her hands, fury and fear on her blood-red face. Blistering green light blazed from them.
At the same moment, Nemesis returned fire, but his light came from every direction at once. It was a white light that shifted into blue and purple and red. It came down as lightning from the sky, a thousand thunderstorms.
The entire FAYZ burned as bright as a star.
Gaia’s light hit Nemesis as she herself absorbed the awesome fire.
The girl and the boy burned bright and yet still fired.
And burned and still fired.
Their hair and clothing were gone.
Their flesh crisped.
Their eyes boiled out of their skulls.
And still the terrible light.
Their legs melted beneath them like candles. Holes appeared in their torsos. And only when they fell, each into a heap of glowing ash, did the light die.
“Well,” Diana said, with tears running down her cheeks. “That was a blaze of glory.”
There was a moment, a frozen, eternal moment, when no one breathed, and no one spoke.
Then: a sudden rush of wind. Wind! There had been no wind since—
“RUN!” Sam cried. “The fire! Run!”
Wind blew in like the leading edge of a hurricane, rushed into the disturbance created by the sudden disappearance of the barrier. The wind fed the flames, set small fires roaring to new heights, turned bigger fires into pillars of flame that shot high into the sky.
The population of the FAYZ, choked, terrorized, and battered, rushed in a wild panic down the highway. It was a stampede, and Sam was nearly swept along. But he held on to Astrid, held on to her and looked at her face and saw the bruises.
“Who?” he demanded.
“Sam, it doesn’t matter; it’s over,” Astrid shouted to be heard above the roar of wind and fire.
“Who?” he demanded again.
“Drake. He wasn’t dead. He may still not be dead. But Sam, there are police now, and—”
But Sam had broken free. He walked into the swirling smoke.
Astrid could barely breathe, but she would not let him walk away. Not when the end was this close. It was Edilio who left her no choice. He grabbed her around the waist and hauled her bodily down the highway until she stopped struggling.
“He told me to take care of you,” Edilio said.
Those were the last words they could speak, as the smoke thickened, choking them, blinding them. They staggered on together, seeing nothing but glimpses of people rushing by, just following the ribbon of concrete beneath their feet.
Then the smoke lessened. The wind was blowing itself out, and a countervailing breeze now flowed from the south.
And then, there they were, Astrid and Edilio, standing at the edge, at the very end of the FAYZ wall.
And then through.
Out.
One hundred and seventy-one people—babies in arms, toddlers, kids—ran and stumbled into the arms of waiting parents. They ran to be scooped up by waiting paramedics.
Some kids ran, ran down the road, down the highway, screaming past the TV trucks, past the flashing lights of emergency vehicles, pushing and shoving through the well-meaning and the ill-intentioned alike because there was no safe distance for them, not until they could no longer hear or see any part of the place.
THIRTY-TWO
0 MINUTES
SAM FELT THE heaviness in his lungs lessen. His eyes were still on fire, but he was able to open them.
He didn’t know where to look, only the person he was looking for.
“Drake!” he yelled. “Come out and fight me, Drake!”
The person who appeared was not Drake. Lana and Patrick stepped out of the smoke.
“The barrier is down,” Sam said. “Fire’s coming fast. Have you seen Drake?”
“Last I heard he was dead. But in this place . . .” She shook her head and looked somewhere between amused and resigned. “Sam, if the barrier’s down, you don’t have to do this.”
One was especially vulnerable: a strange little boy whose own brain made him a prisoner, whose own mind made life painful and terrifying. Unbearable.
It would be a while before the gaiaphage began to suspect that it had unwittingly created its own nemesis. When the warping of physical laws sent the nuclear plant spiraling into a meltdown, that little boy, overwhelmed by sensory input he could not understand, sirens blaring and screens flashing warnings, created the barrier. In a flash of inconceivable power Peter Ellison simply removed all the noisy, troublesome grown-ups, silenced all that overload, and protected himself as best he could.
The gaiaphage’s malignant effect was contained. The world had found its defense against alien infection. The antibody was a then-four-year-old boy with powers made possible by the gaiaphage virus.
Nature had found the way to defend itself.
And now, at last, gaiaphage and Nemesis stood facing each other.
“Why didn’t you just . . . fade?” Gaia demanded plaintively.
“You hit me,” Nemesis said. It was a little boy’s voice coming from Caine’s mouth. “And that’s not okay.”
Sam let go of Diana’s hand, seeing Astrid ahead. He saw her blond hair from the back and almost wept with relief. But then he saw that she had been hurt.
“Astrid!” he cried.
But she held up her hand, silencing him. He looked past her then and saw Caine and Gaia, no more than a hundred feet apart.
Diana stepped closer.
“Diana, move back.” Edilio, trying to get her to a safe distance.
Diana shook her head. “I don’t think so, Edilio. He wanted a blaze of glory. He deserves an audience.”
Gaia raised her hands, fury and fear on her blood-red face. Blistering green light blazed from them.
At the same moment, Nemesis returned fire, but his light came from every direction at once. It was a white light that shifted into blue and purple and red. It came down as lightning from the sky, a thousand thunderstorms.
The entire FAYZ burned as bright as a star.
Gaia’s light hit Nemesis as she herself absorbed the awesome fire.
The girl and the boy burned bright and yet still fired.
And burned and still fired.
Their hair and clothing were gone.
Their flesh crisped.
Their eyes boiled out of their skulls.
And still the terrible light.
Their legs melted beneath them like candles. Holes appeared in their torsos. And only when they fell, each into a heap of glowing ash, did the light die.
“Well,” Diana said, with tears running down her cheeks. “That was a blaze of glory.”
There was a moment, a frozen, eternal moment, when no one breathed, and no one spoke.
Then: a sudden rush of wind. Wind! There had been no wind since—
“RUN!” Sam cried. “The fire! Run!”
Wind blew in like the leading edge of a hurricane, rushed into the disturbance created by the sudden disappearance of the barrier. The wind fed the flames, set small fires roaring to new heights, turned bigger fires into pillars of flame that shot high into the sky.
The population of the FAYZ, choked, terrorized, and battered, rushed in a wild panic down the highway. It was a stampede, and Sam was nearly swept along. But he held on to Astrid, held on to her and looked at her face and saw the bruises.
“Who?” he demanded.
“Sam, it doesn’t matter; it’s over,” Astrid shouted to be heard above the roar of wind and fire.
“Who?” he demanded again.
“Drake. He wasn’t dead. He may still not be dead. But Sam, there are police now, and—”
But Sam had broken free. He walked into the swirling smoke.
Astrid could barely breathe, but she would not let him walk away. Not when the end was this close. It was Edilio who left her no choice. He grabbed her around the waist and hauled her bodily down the highway until she stopped struggling.
“He told me to take care of you,” Edilio said.
Those were the last words they could speak, as the smoke thickened, choking them, blinding them. They staggered on together, seeing nothing but glimpses of people rushing by, just following the ribbon of concrete beneath their feet.
Then the smoke lessened. The wind was blowing itself out, and a countervailing breeze now flowed from the south.
And then, there they were, Astrid and Edilio, standing at the edge, at the very end of the FAYZ wall.
And then through.
Out.
One hundred and seventy-one people—babies in arms, toddlers, kids—ran and stumbled into the arms of waiting parents. They ran to be scooped up by waiting paramedics.
Some kids ran, ran down the road, down the highway, screaming past the TV trucks, past the flashing lights of emergency vehicles, pushing and shoving through the well-meaning and the ill-intentioned alike because there was no safe distance for them, not until they could no longer hear or see any part of the place.
THIRTY-TWO
0 MINUTES
SAM FELT THE heaviness in his lungs lessen. His eyes were still on fire, but he was able to open them.
He didn’t know where to look, only the person he was looking for.
“Drake!” he yelled. “Come out and fight me, Drake!”
The person who appeared was not Drake. Lana and Patrick stepped out of the smoke.
“The barrier is down,” Sam said. “Fire’s coming fast. Have you seen Drake?”
“Last I heard he was dead. But in this place . . .” She shook her head and looked somewhere between amused and resigned. “Sam, if the barrier’s down, you don’t have to do this.”
