Taken

“Sir, we’re in some sort of corridor,” Walker said. “It’s all light in here.”

“They’re flying blind,” Wakeman said.

The monitor flickered briefly. “We’re losing you,” Beers said.

Suddenly a wild scream broke through the static.

“Cockroaches!”

Beers glared at the still flickering monitor. “What the hell is going on there, Walker?”

“They’re all over,” Walker screamed. “Get off! Get off!”

Then, suddenly, the screaming stopped.

“ Walker, they’re not real,” Beers cried. “ Walker, it’s in your head. Walker?”

Walker ’s voice was filled with dark amazement. “They’re gone,” he whispered. “They ran away… into the light.” He laughed lightly, a man trying to regain his courage. “Did I mention I was scared of rabid dogs and cobras?” A pause, then, “Okay, we’re going on now.”

“What are you seeing?” Beers asked.

“Light,” Walker replied. “Like a corridor… of light. Then a room… and…”

“What?”

“A kitchen. Pierce is having cookies with his mother.”

Mary watched as the glass door slid open. She smiled at the man who stepped into the room, carrying a plate of Toll House cookies. “Have a cookie,” he said. “They’re very good.”

Mary stared at him, amazed.

The man’s gaze was very soft and sweet, as if, in this light, all the great tumult of his life, all the evil he had done, had evaporated, leaving only the best part of himself behind. “I see your father in you, but not enough to ruin things,” he said.

“Grandfather,” Mary said quietly.

“You’ve done all right to get this far,” Owen said.

“How is this happening?”

“They go into your head and pull things out,” Owen explained. “You’ve seen pictures of me. You have an idea of how you want me to be. In my day, we called them projections. Now you call them screen memories.”

“There’s so much I want to ask you,” Mary said. “But I suppose I’d just be asking myself.”

“Give it a try,” Owen said. “You might find something out about yourself you never knew.”

Mary nodded gently, her eyes suddenly moist. “I’ve done terrible things,” she said.

“You had to.”

“Why? To learn about them? To see them?”

“Because of your overwhelming sense of their power. Because you know, you truly know, that the future lies with them.”

Mary shook her head.

“You’ve got another idea?” Owen asked.

“They made this girl…” Mary said. “Allie. Because they weren’t complete without us… without something that we could give them.”

“Either way, their power is what compels you. You want to be part of that power… at any cost.” He smiled. “You don’t need that doctor boyfriend of yours anymore, Mary. You know more than he does. Trust your gut instincts, and you’ll be fine.”

“You’re me,” Mary said. “You’re saying what I want you to say.”

“I’m saying what you know.”

She looked at him pointedly. “What I see is a man who couldn’t live up to his dreams.”

“What do you mean?”

“You had this all in your hands. The whole thing. You had Jacob Clarke. You had him and you let him go.”

“You don’t know what happened.”

“He scared you,” Mary told him. “That little boy scared you so badly that you let him go.”

“It’s not that simple.”

“You saw something that scared you, and you ran.”

“You want to know what scared me so badly, Mary?” Owen asked. “Is that what you came to find out?”

“Yes, damn it,” Mary exclaimed. “That’s what I want to know.”

Owen smiled thinly, a dark purpose crawling into his eyes. “Then look at me, Mary.” His eyes narrowed darkly. “Look at me.”

The soldier opened the door of the trailer and pushed Charlie and Lisa inside.

“We found these two in the woods not far from the farmhouse,” the soldier said.

Charlie glanced up, taking in the wall of flickering monitors that rose just behind General Beers and Wake-man.

“My God,” Wakeman said.

“You know these people?” the general asked.

“They’re Allie’s parents.”

The general glared at Wakeman, then turned back to the soldier. “Find some place for them where they won’t get in anybody’s way,” he commanded. His eyes shifted to Wakeman, then back to the soldier. “Take him, too,” he said.

Within minutes they were in a small shed, an armed guard posted at the door.

“So, you’re Charlie,” Wakeman said with a strange smile. “You don’t use the last name Keys, do you?”

Charlie said nothing.

“My name’s Wakeman. And I happen to know that a great deal of money and technology went into looking for you.”

Charlie glared at him.

“You’d like to knock me on my ass, wouldn’t you?” Wakeman asked. “That’s what they liked about the Keyses. That you guys had ‘tude.”

Lisa moaned and Charlie turned toward where she lay, dazed, beside him.

“All these voices,” she said exhaustedly. “More and more… it’s too hard… just a little longer.”

He could see that Lisa was in some other place, far away, and that in some impossible way, she was with Allie.

“A lot of work,” Lisa said, almost frantically. “This is too hard!”

Mary sat in front of a wall, soldiers all around her, but keeping their distance, afraid to move in. Her eyes were eerily vacant, the light that had once danced in them, now part of the larger and more brilliant light that encircled her. She sat in silence, utterly indifferent to the subtle movement that rippled through the surrounding light like ghostly fingers beneath a luminous veil. She could see the soldiers shrink back as the radiant walls began to weave and churn, giving birth to the thousands of small creatures that hung on the luminescent walls, wriggling like neon worms on hooks of light. She sensed the terror in the fleeing men… and she smiled.

Lisa could feel the desperate concentration of Allie’s mind. “Very hard,” she repeated softly. “She is doing something very hard.”

Charlie brought his face close to hers. “What are you seeing, Lisa?”

She seemed not to hear him. “Come on,” she whispered urgently, and with a strange note of encouragement, as if offering the full measure of her own will to the fierce needs of her daughter. “Come on, come on.”

“Jesus,” Wakeman said as he looked out the small window of the shed.

Charlie rushed to the window and stared out.

The soldiers who’d been guarding the shed were now frozen in awe, as the craft, glowing brightly, began to lift out of the scarred earthen pit that held it, inching backward and upward… rising!

“There are men in there,” Wakeman said.

The craft continued to rise into the enveloping darkness, rising and rising until it reached high above the farmhouse and the awestruck men who surrounded it. Then it paused, as if to enjoy the view from the high aerie of its power, and leveled off, all its lights whirling rapidly, a vast engine brought back to full throttle, a wounded craft miraculously restored.

“Allie,” Lisa whispered.

The craft continued to hover silently. Then a beam of light, brighter than any emitted before it, fierce and blinding, shot down to the farmhouse with laser-sharp perfection, carrying a crystalline beauty to the earth, sweeping around the farmhouse and tugging it upward from its ancient foundation.

Lisa moaned, as if the weight of the farmhouse were on her shoulders. But Charlie knew that Lisa’s burden was only a reflection, light and unsubstantial, compared to the vast weight Allie bore upward, huge and crushing, as Atlas bore the world.

He stepped outside the shed, his eyes fixed on the unreal and impossible vision beyond it, a farmhouse tearing away from its foundations, rising slowly upward as if drawn into the sky by huge, but invisible cables.

“They’re taking it,” Wakeman breathed.

And instantly they did, the farmhouse now encased in a shimmering wrap of light that suddenly coalesced into a single, fiery ball and vanished into the upper sky, away and away, fleeing the earth as if it were a dark stranger of terrible intent.