Cape Storm

Beyond that portal lay the realworld. The onlyworld.

This was just a fiction, and it needed to end so that we could all go to a better place.

I took a firmer grip on the spear, and rose up into the aetheric, into the heart of the storm.

Chapter Twelve

At the center of the slowly rotating mass of energy was the portal to the other world. The realworld.

It was like a drop of pure darkness, maybe a dozen feet across—space made liquid. I could feel a kind of pull coming from it—not gravity, not force, nothing so simple as that. It was aware, and awake. It was hungry and endlessly patient, and I realized that it was like the slow, vast intelligence of the planet below me . . . like, but so much more. The Earth was a virus, a microbe. What lay on the other side of the portal was God.Not ours, though. A jealous, angry, hungry God.

In the aetheric, the spear I was carrying was tremendously heavy, and the higher I tried to rise, the heavier it got. It was like swimming with an anvil.

Then a truck full of anvils.

Then the world in my arms.

I screamed in soundless frustration and gained another few feet.

Then another. I was so close.I could see the shimmering waves in the portal, feel its draw. I could feel the answering vibration in the Unmaking, the key for the lock, and the lock that wanted to be turned.

My whole aetheric body was on fire. My senses had shifted, changed into a different spectrum, and I could finally see what was holding me back from completing my mission . . .

The Dji

They were all around me, grabbing on to me, pulling me down. So many of them. Between me darted human forms—Wardens, trying to stand between me and the destiny of everything.

It was the magical weight of the world, and it was all against me.

I snarled and surged forward, again. I tried stabbing at the Dji

The Wardens did, too.

I was being dragged backward, and as I was pulled, I gouged bloody holes in the aetheric in my fury. The spear left a gaping black trail, a scar between worlds—not enough to open the door, though.

I reversed my efforts, and instead of trying to break free and go up, I charged down, arrowing through the unprepared Dji

Bad Bob was on his back, trying to crab-walk away from the Dji

I didn’t recognize the Dji

The Dji

I raised the spear.

He turned.

It was David. David standing there, facing me. Facing his own death at my hands. I couldn’t identify what I saw in his face, in his eyes, except that it was not anger, not at all.

I snarled and lunged for him. The Unmaking had me now, dark and cold and certain, and it was going to take us both.

He said, “Fides mihi, ”and touched his hand to his chest, over where a human heart would be.

And suddenly, the world went quiet. Time stopped.

The Unmaking swallowed its unending shriek.

And I remembered.

I was an observer to the past.

The lifeboat, where Lewis had killed me.

I was dead on the floor, lying in David’s arms. Pale and limp and open-eyed. Done, and yet still trapped inside the shell.

My old self took in a convulsive breath and tried to fight her way free. I knew this moment. I recognized the agony that rippled through her body as Bad Bob’s torch fought her for control.

I watched her pass out, head lolling against David’s body as he poured energy into her to seal off the mark and cut her off from the black influence of the thing, one last time.

I didn’t remember anything else, but the scene played on, a bare few seconds that changed everything.

“The containment won’t last,” Lewis said. “You know it won’t. I used one fail-safe on her. We can put in a second one while she’s out.”

“Not without her consent.”

“She already gave consent.” That was lawyering the point, but David allowed it to slip past. “We can’t kill her. We can’t save her. The best we can do now is to make sure that she can be controlled if this goes bad.”

David bared his teeth like a wild thing, and I thought for a second that he really would lunge right for Lewis’s throat. “ You’renot deciding when she lives or dies,” he said. “Not you.”

Lewis closed his eyes in what looked like gratitude and relief. “I don’t want to,” he said. “I never wanted to. You have to be the one, David. You’re the only one she trusts enough to get close at the last moment. If it’s Joa

David froze, and the people clustered around the edges of the tableau shuffled. Cherise was the one who finally spoke.

“She’d want it to be you,” she said. “She really would.”

There were tears shining in my friend’s eyes.

“I’ll put the fail-safe in place,” Lewis said. “You choose the codes.”

It was a combination, of course. Words, and deeds.

Fides mihi.Trust me.

And his hand, giving me his heart.

Fides mihi.

David’s use of the fail-safe should have killed me. If I’d been myself, only myself, it would have turned me off like a light, gone forever.

The Unmaking deflected it from shutting down my body, but it couldn’t stop the memory from returning, and the memory brought its own clarity. Its own powerful, unstoppable force.

In the second that passed, the terrible certainties that had filled me since Bad Bob put the Unmaking in my hand began to unravel. No. This is wrong. This is all wrong. I can’t do this.

David wasn’t the enemy.

This life wasn’t a fiction. It was the only reality I had. The only one I wanted, no matter what the creature beyond that portal promised me.

But even though my brain caught up with the realities and horror of being taken over, I couldn’t stop the physics of what was already in motion—me. I was already lunging for him, and I was too close to miss him.

David put the Ancestor Scriptures between us.

The Unmaking hit the book, and for a second it pushed deep into the pages, tu

Then it began to shake in my hands. Not vibrate. Shake.

And then it exploded.

Shards of it flew everywhere—powdery bits, larger fragments. Some hit the rocks around us and gouged out massive craters as they skidded. The powder whipped away on the wind, a radioactive cloud that glowed hot green in the aetheric.

And one fragment—the largest one—flew straight up, into the eye of the storm.

It shrieked its way through the portal in our world, then the aetheric, and then through every plane stacked above it, ripping a hole just large enough for a single drop of darkness to squeeze through.

It trembled pendulously, then fell from the portal—a dozen feet across, maybe.

Directly above us.

I lunged toward David, trying to push him out of the way. He did the same, trying to save me.

We collided at the center, and the black drop came crashing down on us.

I wrapped my arms around David, felt his go around me, and power flared silver through and around us.

Then the darkness hit us, and the world ended.