Plague
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The creature swung its mandibles in a wide sweep and caught Orc in the chest. Orc went flying, facedown on the gravel.
He was winded. Not dead, though.
He got slowly to his feet. Why hurry?
“You want me, come get me,” Orc said.
Three of the monsters motored straight for him. Orc threw a wild punch, caught nothing but air, and was face-down again. This time three ropelike tongues had attached to him and he could no longer stand.
Astrid screamed.
“Whatever,” he said, as flashing mouthparts closed in on him.
• • •
Jack had run and bounded along through the night. His goal was Perdido Beach. But his mission, while clear, was not sitting well with him.
How could Sam have told him to throw Little Pete to the creatures? It was crazy, wasn’t it? Crazy? Anyway, it had to be wrong, right?
He raced up hills and down. He was not quite tireless, but he was very strong and reveled in that strength now for the first time. Jack felt as if he’d been living behind a curtain, not really seeing what was happening around him.
That had started to change when he found the laptops on the train. Touching live keys again, seeing a monitor glow . . . Even though he hadn’t had time to do much about it, it was like magic, like the magic touch.
And then, a very different feeling when he had fought. He had used his enormous strength and he had saved Sam’s life and Dekka’s and Toto’s. Him! Of all people: Computer Jack.
He was a hero.
He still didn’t look like one—he was no taller or more muscular than before, he had not turned into some muscle-bound wrestler type. He was still doughy, nearsighted Jack. But the strength no longer seemed completely irrelevant to him.
He could be Computer Jack. But he could be more, too.
And yet, what Sam wanted him to do was to kill Little Pete? Could that possibly be right?
He had run toward town or what he thought was toward town. From the top of a hill he had sighted the sparkly water in the distance and figured that town had to be, oh, around there somewhere.
But he finally realized he had become hopelessly lost. He was deep in forest now, and he figured it might be the hills where Hunter lived, but it might just as easily be the Stefano Rey.
Then he heard a cry. A human voice. A girl, he thought, screaming.
Jack froze. He was breathing hard. He strained to hear. But there was no second cry. Not that he heard, anyway.
What was he supposed to do? Sam had told him what to do. He had to warn Edilio. And he had to . . . He could barely even form the thought in his head of what he was supposed to do.
But he couldn’t just ignore a scream, could he?
“Go find out,” Jack whispered to himself. “Whoever she is maybe she needs help. And maybe she knows where we are.”
He did not say but thought: And maybe I won’t have to go to town after all.
Jack ran toward the sound, across a deep ravine choked with bushes and up the other side. He found himself on a narrow road cut between tall trees.
“Coates!” he said.
He did not hear another scream, but he did hear sounds like a fistfight.
Suddenly the hero role was seeming less and less attractive.
He moved on at a wary trot. Through the iron gate of the school. And there, a scene out of a horror movie. A stone-fleshed monster buried by a swarm of impossibly huge insects.
Looking down at the scene from a window, Astrid.
And then, his tentacle arm just reaching its full length, Drake.
Yes, Jack decided, the hero thing had some real downsides.
Drake emerged to a world that could hardly be more wonderful.
Orc was going down beneath a crush of bugs.
Astrid was looking down in terror.
And for some reason Drake could not fathom: Computer Jack was standing there, gaping at it all.
Drake grinned up at Astrid. “Don’t go anywhere, beautiful, I’ll be up in a minute to play. I just have to go say hi to my old friend Jack.”
“Jack!” Astrid shouted. “Help Orc!”
Two of the creatures turned eerie blue eyes on Jack.
“What shall we do with you, Computer Jack?” Drake asked.
“I’m not looking for trouble,” Jack said.
Drake made a tsk-tsk sound and shook his head. “I kind of think trouble is all around you, Jack. Trouble, trouble everywhere.” Then he had a thought. He peered closely at Jack. “Where’s Sam? Did he send you off on your own? Like a big boy?”
All the while Drake was moving closer, waiting, waiting until he could reach Jack with his whip hand. Jack backed slowly away.
Orc bellowed in pain. The creatures in Drake’s army were banging into one another like cars in a demolition derby, all striving to get at the boy-monster.
“You were all bold and dangerous up at the lake, Jack,” Drake taunted. Another few feet and he would be within range.
“I just . . .” Then Jack gasped at something he’d seen behind Drake’s back.
Drake turned to see and in that split second Jack leaped. Drake whipped around, quick as a snake, but all that did was bring his face into direct contact with a blow of staggering power.
When he picked himself up, Drake saw he’d flown a good twenty feet through the air.
He stood up and rubbed his chin. “That was pretty good, Jack. Wow. That would have killed me. You know, if I could be killed.”
Jack tried to dodge past him, rushing for the door, no doubt rushing to rescue the damsel in distress.
Drake laughed and swung his whip arm. He wrapped around Jack’s leg and should have tripped him, but he hadn’t counted on Jack’s strength. Instead of tripping Jack, it was Drake who went flying face-first into the ground.
He was winded. Not dead, though.
He got slowly to his feet. Why hurry?
“You want me, come get me,” Orc said.
Three of the monsters motored straight for him. Orc threw a wild punch, caught nothing but air, and was face-down again. This time three ropelike tongues had attached to him and he could no longer stand.
Astrid screamed.
“Whatever,” he said, as flashing mouthparts closed in on him.
• • •
Jack had run and bounded along through the night. His goal was Perdido Beach. But his mission, while clear, was not sitting well with him.
How could Sam have told him to throw Little Pete to the creatures? It was crazy, wasn’t it? Crazy? Anyway, it had to be wrong, right?
He raced up hills and down. He was not quite tireless, but he was very strong and reveled in that strength now for the first time. Jack felt as if he’d been living behind a curtain, not really seeing what was happening around him.
That had started to change when he found the laptops on the train. Touching live keys again, seeing a monitor glow . . . Even though he hadn’t had time to do much about it, it was like magic, like the magic touch.
And then, a very different feeling when he had fought. He had used his enormous strength and he had saved Sam’s life and Dekka’s and Toto’s. Him! Of all people: Computer Jack.
He was a hero.
He still didn’t look like one—he was no taller or more muscular than before, he had not turned into some muscle-bound wrestler type. He was still doughy, nearsighted Jack. But the strength no longer seemed completely irrelevant to him.
He could be Computer Jack. But he could be more, too.
And yet, what Sam wanted him to do was to kill Little Pete? Could that possibly be right?
He had run toward town or what he thought was toward town. From the top of a hill he had sighted the sparkly water in the distance and figured that town had to be, oh, around there somewhere.
But he finally realized he had become hopelessly lost. He was deep in forest now, and he figured it might be the hills where Hunter lived, but it might just as easily be the Stefano Rey.
Then he heard a cry. A human voice. A girl, he thought, screaming.
Jack froze. He was breathing hard. He strained to hear. But there was no second cry. Not that he heard, anyway.
What was he supposed to do? Sam had told him what to do. He had to warn Edilio. And he had to . . . He could barely even form the thought in his head of what he was supposed to do.
But he couldn’t just ignore a scream, could he?
“Go find out,” Jack whispered to himself. “Whoever she is maybe she needs help. And maybe she knows where we are.”
He did not say but thought: And maybe I won’t have to go to town after all.
Jack ran toward the sound, across a deep ravine choked with bushes and up the other side. He found himself on a narrow road cut between tall trees.
“Coates!” he said.
He did not hear another scream, but he did hear sounds like a fistfight.
Suddenly the hero role was seeming less and less attractive.
He moved on at a wary trot. Through the iron gate of the school. And there, a scene out of a horror movie. A stone-fleshed monster buried by a swarm of impossibly huge insects.
Looking down at the scene from a window, Astrid.
And then, his tentacle arm just reaching its full length, Drake.
Yes, Jack decided, the hero thing had some real downsides.
Drake emerged to a world that could hardly be more wonderful.
Orc was going down beneath a crush of bugs.
Astrid was looking down in terror.
And for some reason Drake could not fathom: Computer Jack was standing there, gaping at it all.
Drake grinned up at Astrid. “Don’t go anywhere, beautiful, I’ll be up in a minute to play. I just have to go say hi to my old friend Jack.”
“Jack!” Astrid shouted. “Help Orc!”
Two of the creatures turned eerie blue eyes on Jack.
“What shall we do with you, Computer Jack?” Drake asked.
“I’m not looking for trouble,” Jack said.
Drake made a tsk-tsk sound and shook his head. “I kind of think trouble is all around you, Jack. Trouble, trouble everywhere.” Then he had a thought. He peered closely at Jack. “Where’s Sam? Did he send you off on your own? Like a big boy?”
All the while Drake was moving closer, waiting, waiting until he could reach Jack with his whip hand. Jack backed slowly away.
Orc bellowed in pain. The creatures in Drake’s army were banging into one another like cars in a demolition derby, all striving to get at the boy-monster.
“You were all bold and dangerous up at the lake, Jack,” Drake taunted. Another few feet and he would be within range.
“I just . . .” Then Jack gasped at something he’d seen behind Drake’s back.
Drake turned to see and in that split second Jack leaped. Drake whipped around, quick as a snake, but all that did was bring his face into direct contact with a blow of staggering power.
When he picked himself up, Drake saw he’d flown a good twenty feet through the air.
He stood up and rubbed his chin. “That was pretty good, Jack. Wow. That would have killed me. You know, if I could be killed.”
Jack tried to dodge past him, rushing for the door, no doubt rushing to rescue the damsel in distress.
Drake laughed and swung his whip arm. He wrapped around Jack’s leg and should have tripped him, but he hadn’t counted on Jack’s strength. Instead of tripping Jack, it was Drake who went flying face-first into the ground.
