Timepiece
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A fat plastic spider hanging from a fake web in the corner fell to the ground with a thud. We both jumped.
It was time to put the truth out on the table. She could do whatever she wanted with it. “Michael and I were like brothers, because Dad wishes Michael were his son.”
Em started to respond, but I caught sight of movement by the dining patio and held up one finger. I looked up, expecting another spider to fall, or for one of the scarecrows in the corner to be wobbling on its bamboo stake. Then I sensed emotion.
I signaled to Em to keep quiet again and peered through the dim light. Fearlessness and determination.
A guy I’d never seen before stepped inside the building.
A quick flash of light reflected off the knife in his hand.
I stood up on the stage in front of Emerson when he started toward us. Shorter than me by four or five inches, his shoulders were as wide as mine. His nose curved slightly to the left, as if he’d broken it in a fight and set it himself afterward.
“No one’s supposed to be in here. The police made everyone leave,” I said, pulling myself up to my full height. I inclined my head toward the front of the Phone Company. “They’re right outside if you’re looking for them.”
“I’m not.” He had an accent—either British or Australian— I could never tell them apart. He kept his tone low, regulated. Controlled.
“How can I help you?” I hoped Em would keep quiet and not draw attention to herself. I heard her climb to her feet, and stopped hoping.
“You’re Kaleb Ballard.” He climbed the stairs to the stage, stopping just in front of the veil.
Squinting at him in the dark, I tried to remember if I’d seen him somewhere before. He didn’t look much older than me, but there was a weird air of maturity about him. “Who’re you?”
“Call me Poe.” He scanned my costume, and I pulled at the strings of the pirate shirt. “You need to pass on a message.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Do I look like an envelope?”
He didn’t laugh, and from the way his body stiffened, the efforts to keep his temper restrained were considerable. “The space time continuum is compromised.”
“Thanks.” My muscles tensed, too. “I’ll alert Doctor Who.”
Em’s fingers closed over my wrist. She was staring at Poe’s right hand. The knife. Her fear made me bite down on my tongue to stop any more smart aleck responses.
“The continuum is compromised because of the choices those associated with the Hourglass have made.” He sounded muffled through the veil.
I didn’t respond. The first rule of Hourglass is that you don’t talk about Hourglass. Like Fight Club, but without the merciless beatings.
Em let go of my wrist and took a step closer to Poe. “What if those associated with it didn’t understand their choices?”
I gritted my teeth. She’d given us away.
“Ignorance of the law is not an excuse.” He spoke in a creepy monotone, as if he were some kind of puppet. The anger inside him didn’t match his voice at all.
“The law?” Em snorted. “I guess you’re the sheriff?”
Her response snapped a tenuous thread. Instead of acknowledging her, Poe stared directly into my eyes and smiled. The hair on the back of my neck stood up.
It didn’t happen in slow motion, more like stop motion. I felt no fear or anxiety coming from Poe at all, just a dark resolve as he lunged, knife pointed directly at me.
Emerson jumped forward to block him. Before I could react, he grabbed her upper arm and jerked her into the veil.
The same one Jack Landers had used.
Em kicked to find leverage so she could do damage, but Poe was holding her off the ground. She growled with the effort, her fury hot. I kept my eyes on the knife. “Let her go.”
When he shook his head, I launched myself at the veil.
And slammed against what felt like a rock wall.
I hit the ground, landing on my back, disoriented, my ribs screaming in protest. Something that looked like water shouldn’t be so solid. I tried again, putting my shoulder into the attempt this time. Still no give.
There was only one way for Poe to get into the veil. He was a traveler.
I pushed at the veil with my palms, hoping against hope that it would somehow give way. “You can’t travel with her. You don’t have what you need.”
“Who says I’m a traveler?” His voice sounded slightly muffled.
I pulled my head back. What the hell? “How did you get through the veil?”
He shrugged and smiled.
“Let her go,” I repeated through clenched teeth, punching the veil with each word. “And I’ll deliver whatever you want.”
Keeping his eyes on me, he lowered Em enough that her tiptoes touched the ground. He kept one arm around her neck, the knife pointed toward her chin. Her fury cooled as fear started to set in. “The Hourglass has made some very poor choices.”
“People make poor choices every day,” I said, throwing his words back.
“People like Emerson. Michael. Your father. Jack.”
“We aren’t responsible for what Jack did.”
“Your father is.” Still the monotone voice.
“My dad wasn’t alive when Jack betrayed us,” I argued, his lack of reaction sparking a bigger one from me. “Because Jack killed him.”
“But he was alive when Emerson went back to save Michael. Jack didn’t throw the continuum off by himself.”
“She was tricked.” I dug at the veil with my fingers, but it remained as unyielding as stone. “Cat purposely misled her. Em didn’t know what she was doing when she went back to rescue Michael. Dad didn’t know she was …”
The words died on my lips. All of Em’s anger was gone, and she was pulling frantically at Poe’s forearm.
He was cutting off her air supply.
“Time,” Poe said, “the natural order of things, is not something you can alter. I believe Emerson knew that there would be consequences.” The tip of the knife touched Em’s throat, just under her ear. An ominous prickle slid down my spine. “The pattern woven into the fabric of time is changing, and we know exactly where to place the blame.”
“It’s not her fault. We can fix it.” I kept talking, not fully aware of what I was saying, unsure of whose fear was the strongest, mine or Em’s. Hyperfocusing on the point of the knife and the fact that Em couldn’t breathe. “The Hourglass will fix it.”
“The Hourglass can’t fix it.”
My hands formed fists as I spoke through clenched teeth. “We can try.”
Em gasped for air, digging her fingernails into Poe’s flesh. Now there was no emotion coming from her. There was nothing coming from her at all.
“No,” Poe said, entirely too self-satisfied. “You can’t fix anything.”
He moved so slowly, so deliberately, that if he’d been outside the veil, I’d have had him pinned to the ground with my elbow in his throat in less than a second. But he was inside, with Em, and he knew he could take his time.
He met my eyes, smiling, and executed one swift slice with his blade.
Across Em’s throat.
Everything went quiet.
Chapter 4
Blood seeped into the neckline of Em’s white sweater before spreading like the ocean across the sand, darkening everything it touched. Even though Poe held her up, she listed to the left, her feet dangling like a small child’s. Red liquid pooled in the hollow above her collarbone.
It was time to put the truth out on the table. She could do whatever she wanted with it. “Michael and I were like brothers, because Dad wishes Michael were his son.”
Em started to respond, but I caught sight of movement by the dining patio and held up one finger. I looked up, expecting another spider to fall, or for one of the scarecrows in the corner to be wobbling on its bamboo stake. Then I sensed emotion.
I signaled to Em to keep quiet again and peered through the dim light. Fearlessness and determination.
A guy I’d never seen before stepped inside the building.
A quick flash of light reflected off the knife in his hand.
I stood up on the stage in front of Emerson when he started toward us. Shorter than me by four or five inches, his shoulders were as wide as mine. His nose curved slightly to the left, as if he’d broken it in a fight and set it himself afterward.
“No one’s supposed to be in here. The police made everyone leave,” I said, pulling myself up to my full height. I inclined my head toward the front of the Phone Company. “They’re right outside if you’re looking for them.”
“I’m not.” He had an accent—either British or Australian— I could never tell them apart. He kept his tone low, regulated. Controlled.
“How can I help you?” I hoped Em would keep quiet and not draw attention to herself. I heard her climb to her feet, and stopped hoping.
“You’re Kaleb Ballard.” He climbed the stairs to the stage, stopping just in front of the veil.
Squinting at him in the dark, I tried to remember if I’d seen him somewhere before. He didn’t look much older than me, but there was a weird air of maturity about him. “Who’re you?”
“Call me Poe.” He scanned my costume, and I pulled at the strings of the pirate shirt. “You need to pass on a message.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Do I look like an envelope?”
He didn’t laugh, and from the way his body stiffened, the efforts to keep his temper restrained were considerable. “The space time continuum is compromised.”
“Thanks.” My muscles tensed, too. “I’ll alert Doctor Who.”
Em’s fingers closed over my wrist. She was staring at Poe’s right hand. The knife. Her fear made me bite down on my tongue to stop any more smart aleck responses.
“The continuum is compromised because of the choices those associated with the Hourglass have made.” He sounded muffled through the veil.
I didn’t respond. The first rule of Hourglass is that you don’t talk about Hourglass. Like Fight Club, but without the merciless beatings.
Em let go of my wrist and took a step closer to Poe. “What if those associated with it didn’t understand their choices?”
I gritted my teeth. She’d given us away.
“Ignorance of the law is not an excuse.” He spoke in a creepy monotone, as if he were some kind of puppet. The anger inside him didn’t match his voice at all.
“The law?” Em snorted. “I guess you’re the sheriff?”
Her response snapped a tenuous thread. Instead of acknowledging her, Poe stared directly into my eyes and smiled. The hair on the back of my neck stood up.
It didn’t happen in slow motion, more like stop motion. I felt no fear or anxiety coming from Poe at all, just a dark resolve as he lunged, knife pointed directly at me.
Emerson jumped forward to block him. Before I could react, he grabbed her upper arm and jerked her into the veil.
The same one Jack Landers had used.
Em kicked to find leverage so she could do damage, but Poe was holding her off the ground. She growled with the effort, her fury hot. I kept my eyes on the knife. “Let her go.”
When he shook his head, I launched myself at the veil.
And slammed against what felt like a rock wall.
I hit the ground, landing on my back, disoriented, my ribs screaming in protest. Something that looked like water shouldn’t be so solid. I tried again, putting my shoulder into the attempt this time. Still no give.
There was only one way for Poe to get into the veil. He was a traveler.
I pushed at the veil with my palms, hoping against hope that it would somehow give way. “You can’t travel with her. You don’t have what you need.”
“Who says I’m a traveler?” His voice sounded slightly muffled.
I pulled my head back. What the hell? “How did you get through the veil?”
He shrugged and smiled.
“Let her go,” I repeated through clenched teeth, punching the veil with each word. “And I’ll deliver whatever you want.”
Keeping his eyes on me, he lowered Em enough that her tiptoes touched the ground. He kept one arm around her neck, the knife pointed toward her chin. Her fury cooled as fear started to set in. “The Hourglass has made some very poor choices.”
“People make poor choices every day,” I said, throwing his words back.
“People like Emerson. Michael. Your father. Jack.”
“We aren’t responsible for what Jack did.”
“Your father is.” Still the monotone voice.
“My dad wasn’t alive when Jack betrayed us,” I argued, his lack of reaction sparking a bigger one from me. “Because Jack killed him.”
“But he was alive when Emerson went back to save Michael. Jack didn’t throw the continuum off by himself.”
“She was tricked.” I dug at the veil with my fingers, but it remained as unyielding as stone. “Cat purposely misled her. Em didn’t know what she was doing when she went back to rescue Michael. Dad didn’t know she was …”
The words died on my lips. All of Em’s anger was gone, and she was pulling frantically at Poe’s forearm.
He was cutting off her air supply.
“Time,” Poe said, “the natural order of things, is not something you can alter. I believe Emerson knew that there would be consequences.” The tip of the knife touched Em’s throat, just under her ear. An ominous prickle slid down my spine. “The pattern woven into the fabric of time is changing, and we know exactly where to place the blame.”
“It’s not her fault. We can fix it.” I kept talking, not fully aware of what I was saying, unsure of whose fear was the strongest, mine or Em’s. Hyperfocusing on the point of the knife and the fact that Em couldn’t breathe. “The Hourglass will fix it.”
“The Hourglass can’t fix it.”
My hands formed fists as I spoke through clenched teeth. “We can try.”
Em gasped for air, digging her fingernails into Poe’s flesh. Now there was no emotion coming from her. There was nothing coming from her at all.
“No,” Poe said, entirely too self-satisfied. “You can’t fix anything.”
He moved so slowly, so deliberately, that if he’d been outside the veil, I’d have had him pinned to the ground with my elbow in his throat in less than a second. But he was inside, with Em, and he knew he could take his time.
He met my eyes, smiling, and executed one swift slice with his blade.
Across Em’s throat.
Everything went quiet.
Chapter 4
Blood seeped into the neckline of Em’s white sweater before spreading like the ocean across the sand, darkening everything it touched. Even though Poe held her up, she listed to the left, her feet dangling like a small child’s. Red liquid pooled in the hollow above her collarbone.
