The Empowered, page 22
Yeah, I remembered it from his crazy briefing. I shook off the groggy feeling. “Under that tree there, right?”
“Yes. Hidden at the heart of this bio chamber.”
Why would Van Cleeve bury secret tech beneath a shore pine in a hidden bio chamber? Hiding it inside of a Support facility
I got to my feet. Shook my head, trying to clear it.
Our comms came on.
“First team is here,” Peep said.
No kidding. I was surprised it had taken them this long. I actually felt sorry for Creepy Peep. Left to be taken out just because Mutter didn’t want any chance that the Scourge could spy on him, and he couldn't be bothered to kill the poor bastard himself.
Mutter looked annoyed. “Thank you for the update, Lyle.”
Peep must have left the channel open. His stunner buzzed in three short bursts, then went continuous.
Mutter made a chopping motion. “Turn your comms off,” he ordered. He turned to Keisha.
She leaned against the moss covered wall, taking deep breaths.
“Keisha, we need you to create a steel wall in the stairwell.”
She glanced at me, a question in her eyes. I nodded. She went through the open door.
“That won’t hold them long,” I said.
Mutter laughed. “It won’t have to.” He pointed at the shore pine. “I need you to topple that tree. Our prize is directly beneath it.”
“Kill it?”
“Yes.”
This was it. I closed my eyes, extending my sense into the pine. It hummed in my mind, content, a quiet joy in the vibration of its wordless song. I reached deep inside, down into its roots.
“Do it!” Mutter whispered in my ear. “Now.”
Killing a tree. The bastard. It wasn’t that easy.
Hot anger erupted from deep within me. My arms shook.
“Excellent,” Mutter crowed. “This is what you need.”
Putting what I did into words was damn hard. I flushed the pine with a blight, fed by the energy of this place, mold and rot from the roots on up. Steam rose from the tree. It shrieked in my mind, an iron fist of pain that squeezed at me. I cried out.
Mutter clapped in admiration, smiling. He was loving this.
A branch splintered and fell into the pond with a splash. The tree leaned after it. Earth erupted and the pine toppled, sending a wave of water that lapped against our feet. The tree bobbed in the water.
Pain hammered my skull.
My vision blurred, went red. Through my blurry vision I glimpsed a metal hatch inside the fresh crater torn up by the tree’s death.
“How…how are you going to reach that?”
Mutter pulled a folded rubber square from his coat, tugged at it. Air hissed and a rubber raft inflated. “Easily,” he said.
He and April climbed into the raft. He pushed off.
April stood, took off her coat and held it up, like a sail. Mutter gestured, and wind blew the raft across the pond to the little island.
Keisha staggered from the stairway, slammed the door.
“Is it sealed?” I yelled?
“Yeah.” She looked around, stupidly.
“Come on!” I called and waved at her to get moving. Now. It was now or never.
She ran toward me, fell. Didn’t get up. She must have worn herself to the bone sealing the stairway. I ran to her, helped her up. She shook herself.
“Time?” she asked.
Mutter already had the hatch open. He pulled out a metallic harness thing attached to a pair of silver gauntlets. In the center of the harness was a silver disk. He slipped the harness on, then pulled the gauntlets over his hands.
I wildly looked around for a plant, anything. The tree was in pieces, and my head still hurt like hell.
A boom from the stair.
I grabbed Keisha and we sprinted around the pond to the far side.
Thunder boomed on the island. A shock wave slammed Keisha and me off our feet. Mutter rose up into the air, arms out, a joyful smile on his face.
April kneeling, tugged on a second harness and gauntlets, shuddering as she did.
An armored figure appeared in the doorway, silver and gold. Dynamo.
He grabbed the door. The metal screamed as he ripped the door free. He flung it at Mutter, who slammed it away with a blast of air.
“You cannot touch me!” Mutter shouted.
April flexed her hands, flung a geyser of white-hot flame at Dynamo. Suit rockets blazing, Dynamo launched himself into the air. The superheated flame melted the wall behind where he had been.
“We are in the shit now, Mat,” Keisha whispered.
With the Amplifiers, Mutter and April would be invincible.
April threw a ball of flame at Dynamo as Mutter hit him with a hurricane blast. Dynamo was hurled into the wall, high up. The fireball exploded against him. Silver and gold turned orange in the flame. He fell.
The ceiling rumbled, opened in the center, dilating in a whorl of metal. A blue figure flew like a spear through the opening, grabbing Mutter. They fought in the air.
Mutter knocked his opponent away and into the water. April jetted white-hot fire into the water. The pond exploded into steam, forcing Keisha and I against the wall.
In the center of the pond the Empowered stood, uniform scalded away, his skin gone, showing muscles like one of those visible man models. He crumpled to the ground, lidless eyes staring through me. Dead.
.
The floors above dilated open until there was a column of space up to the ground level.
The air rushed around us, a mad cyclone of wind. In the center, Mutter rose toward the upper levels. This is what he’d wanted all along. The air itself would be his weapon against the world.
The tornado pulled ash trees from the earth, clods of dirt flying from the dangling roots.
I held Keisha. We crouched in the corner, leaves whipping past us.
The steam from the flash-fired pond disappeared, leaving a slick moat around the island.
I pressed my lips against Keisha’s ear, in order to be heard over the unholy shriek of the cyclone Mutter had set spinning.
“We have to get to April and take the Amplifier!”
Keisha nodded. She seemed stronger now.
“Can you help me?” I shouted over the roar of the wind.
“Damn straight,” She shouted back.
“For Gus,” I said
“For Gus!” she shouted back.
Ash trees flew up into the building, their trunks spinning like children’s toy tops.
Gunfire sparkled from the main floor but incredibly missed Mutter. Perhaps the hurricane force winds somehow deflected the bullets.
The building shuddered again. The glass walls high above us flexed. The air pressure must be enormous.
I sent my awareness into the plant life around me, to the island where April stood, sending more jets of white-hot fire blasting up into the main floor.
Around me the redwoods rumbled in pain, feeling the heat.
I reached down below the island, until I found the edges of the root, then, pushed my essence into them, urged them to grow, grow, grow.
The roots worked up, through the soil, my strength began to slip away, but still I forced the roots up until they burst from the soil around April, writhing, and entangled her in their grasp.
The flames stopped.
Keisha charged down into the moat, pulling metal fragments into a halo that orbited her, flinging dozens of metals shards at April. The other woman brought up her hand and spewed flame at Keisha as the shards struck flesh. April’s arms windmilled, flame roaring skyward as she fell, blood spurting from her neck.
Keisha rolled on the ground, blazing, and into a patch of shallow water, which exploded into steam.
I ran to her, whipping off my coat and trying to beat out the flames.
Die fire, die, I thought desperately. The flames guttered out.
Keisha’s clothes had partially melted. I started to pull them off.
“No!” she hissed. “Get the Amplifier. Stop…stop Mutter.”
Mutter. The nut-job sadist who had caused this disaster, who had threatened my family, who had killed dozens of people already, and who now could kill thousands with the cyclones he created.
I ran to the island, dropped beside April’s body. I pulled the harness from her and shrugged into it, putting on the gauntlets last.
I had no idea how this device worked.
The silver chest disk, I ran my finger around its rim. It began vibrating against my skin.
Mutter was fifty feet above me, nearly at ground level. The windows were shot through with cracks.
Clearplex glass shattered. I couldn’t imagine the amount of energy the cyclone had.
Mutter floated out of my line of sight, toward the world outside and the sky above. I had to stop him or thousands would die. I remembered the nightmare I had last night. A monster cyclone flattening everything in its path, drowning out all the screams from its victims. This was Mutter’s plan.
I pushed myself up as the wind died down. Debris crashed around me. One of the security console stations bounced off of a redwood and hit the earth nearby.
The tallest of the six redwoods loomed in front of me. My senses opened up and my awareness expanded until I was inside the tree and it was inside me. It wasn’t just a tree, it was part of a world forest, part of the green growing plant life which covered the earth.
I tasted redwood needles, ash tree bark, cattail fronds. My skin felt like moss and bark at the same time. My blood sang with every breath the world forest took.
My eyes widened. I no longer stood on two legs. Instead I soared up on a new redwood rising from the wet soil. As the tree rose we passed the ruined floors and dozens of bodies in black. The new tree reached the ground floor, grew thicker. I stepped off onto the glass strewn floor and ran outside.
Mutter hung a hundred feet above, in the midst of a cyclone of shattered glass.
In the distance lay the fallen blimp, smashed against a building. In the Sound, a hurricane-force wind battered at the UN carrier. The ship leaned against the wind, threatening to capsize in the howling storm.
The trees around me whipped in the gale. I struggled to stand. On the road below, near the sound, cars were thrown against the guardrails and into shops.
My enemy was out of reach again.
I inhaled, and as I did I felt the earth. I felt the moss between the sidewalk and the verge, the weeds that struggled to live in the cracks, the seeds bursting forth beneath the soil, down to the deep roots of the redwoods, to plants cells and more seeds, and in that one, terrible moment, everything connected to me. The world was alive, one giant living organism, and I was at the center of it.
My brain felt like it was going to explode.
My legs screamed, my thighs muscles spasmed. My head pounded, enormous pressure pressed down on my temples.
I drew another breath, and even as I could feel my body breaking under the pressure, the world seemed to freeze.
The towering strength of the redwoods, the Douglas firs, the pines were in me. The power of the trees flowed through my veins. I willed a new forest to burst forth around me. With a roar, concrete crumbled and trees rose.
My heart felt as though it would burst, but I pressed on. The tips of the new tree tops soared and surrounded Mutter. He gestured at the Sound and the water bulged up in a huge wave, capsizing the carrier.
Change.
I saw the potential for new life in the forest and altered the trees, sending the whip-like branches snapping at Mutter, slicing his flesh, pulling him toward me. I ordered the branches to clutch him and constrict.
The wind bellowed. I clung to a tree. Cars flew toward me.
Change
I grew thick oak-like trees with rubbery bark, in the blink of an eye. The cars bounced off the trees.
Mutter spun his hands faster and faster. Out in the Sound, a waterspout rose up, its twisting body spinning toward me, a watery tornado.
The spiky branches exploded away from Mutter. He shouted something at me, but I couldn’t hear it over the roar. I grew a giant tangle of blackberry vines from the cracked earth, like Jack’s beanstalks soaring up to a giant’s castle, the vines like steel, their thorns like swords, tearing at his flesh, piercing the harness.
Blue lightning flashed from the harness. Mutter’s body arched in obvious pain, his lips pulled back from his teeth. His skin browned and he screamed.
The wind bellowed and then died. Above me Mutter hung, body torn, his blood running onto the giant vines.
He was dead. I was numb. I’d killed him, but I felt nothing.
I willed the vines to lower him down to me, until his corpse hung within reach. I reached inside the collar of his jumpsuit, searched until my fingers found the chain around his neck. I drew it over his head, the jeweled medallion heavy and gleaming in my grasp.
The storm blew out into the Sound, but as I watched, it too died.
The water was filled with people swimming and clinging to rafts.
Emergency sirens sounded from all directions.
The Sequoia building behind me was a ruin.
My heart should have burst already. I didn't let go of my connection, instead, I grew trees around the Sequoia, and had them extend their branches and lower me down to the pit to find Keisha.
I would not leave without her.
19
I found Keisha in the ruins of the bio chamber, lying against a redwood trunk. Glass shards covered her like a deadly snowfall. I raised my hand, and pushed rubber-like grass up from the soil, coiled around Keisha’s body, and turned her over to let the glass fall away.
I refused to cry.
I knelt beside her, and gently lifted her in a firefighter’s carry. The ruin of the Sequoia building yawned above me, broken cables dangling and sparking, burst pipes spraying water.
Imagine green life never before seen on this Earth, soft to the touch yet stronger than Durasteel. I summoned such life from the soil, directed it to coil around Keisha and me, and then, with impossible strength and vibrancy it lifted us skyward, becoming a beanstalk taking us to the Giant’s castle. We rose through the ruined floors and past the dead. The beanstalk leaned into the ruined lobby, releasing me. I carried Keisha outside. Let the Earth heal, I thought, and green-gold trees rose, boughs sprouting emerald flowers that released clouds of flashing silver pollen.
I shuddered. I had not willed this, not consciously.
A new grove welcomed me. Another beanstalk broke through the pavement and writhed around me, taking me and Keisha into its grasp, becoming a titanic vine which rose from the earth, and pulled us along to the south, through the ruins of warehouses and shops, beneath a freeway and up into White Center and then west to the Sound, where another titanic vine rose impossibly from the water and carried us across to the distant shore.
When we reached the far side, I laid Keisha down on green grass and looked back at Seattle, at the impossible trees I had made. It was like being in the middle of a dream that was becoming a nightmare.
As I watched, the impossible trees withdrew back into the earth, and the colossal beanstalks and world vines which had carried us away disappeared.
My heart was like an engine pushed to the redline. My muscles screamed but I forced myself to lift Keisha again and struggled up into a grove of trees at the edge of a park. The sun was low to the west, over the Olympics. I could just see the snow-capped peaks.
I laid Keisha down again, and as I did, the grass grew until it was a thick carpet of green. Keisha’s burnt skin began to grow smooth, her body fighting to heal itself from the massive damage she’d taken. I prayed she would live.
Mutter was dead. Dead.
But I had not completed my mission.
Winterfield might lock me up forever for what I was about to do, but it was the only way.
Numbly I pulled off my gauntlets and shrugged out of the harness, folding it beside me.
I ran my fingers over the amulet’s jewels, like I had seen Mutter do.
“I have something you want,” I said to the air. “I am in West Seattle.” I collapsed onto the grass beside Keisha. The world began to grow dark. “Please come and get it. I don’t know where exactly we are, but come.” Everything went black.
I woke up but everything was still black. I dug my hands into the grass, stroked the wet blades. They were real. I could barely sense them, I was exhausted from pushing myself and using the amplifier.
“Keisha?” I whispered.
“She is with you,” said an accented voice I did not recognize.
“Where are we?”
“You remain in the park.”
I looked around, but could see nothing. My hands brushed against a body which moaned.
Keisha.
I leaned over her and gently ran my fingers across her face. The skin was smooth.
“What happened?” I asked the voice.
A soft laugh came from behind me. I turned but there was only blackness, blackness deeper than the darkest night.
“Such an open question.” The accent sounded East Indian. A memory pulled at me, something familiar, I had heard the voice once.
“Lady Night,” I said. Once upon a time, when I was in the Renegades, Lady Night made a broadcast on television. The voice of the Scourge.
“I was that, once. Now I am merely Ashula.”
“You came.”
“Indeed. As I said, you remain where you lay down. It is night. I have simply strengthened the darkness, so that no prying eyes can see us.
“I’m blind.”
She laughed, again. “We are all blind, Mathilda Brandt.”
“I had to kill Mutter.” I would do it again if necessary.
“Yes, you did.” There was no anger in those words, just a statement.
“He wanted the Amplifier for himself.”
“We know.”
The blackness lessened, and I saw a shadow near me, slender, like a statue chiseled from the night itself.
“The Amplifier. I have mine.” I swallowed. “Mutter’s was destroyed.” Or had it been only damaged, even though it had killed him?
“Yes, you brought it.”
