Alcatraz Versus The Evil Librarians Part 20

"Shattering Gla.s.s!" Bastille swore, grabbing me by the arm and towing me to the side. The Librarian thugs all stooped down, bracing themselves.

And the air suddenly began to crackle with energy. My hair raised up on its ends, and each footstep zapped me slightly with a static charge.

"What's going on?" I cried to Bastille.

"Oculator's Duel!" she cried.

I noticed Grandpa Smedry raise another Lens to his eye. He kept his left eye closed, placing both lenses together over his right eye. The first Lens he had placed the reddish pink Oculator's Lens remained in place, hovering in front of his eye.

Blackburn raised a third Lens to his eye. The room surged with power, and Lenses on the walls started to rattle. I recognized this one it was a Torturer's Lens. I could feel that it had been activated, yet it seemed to have no effect on Grandpa Smedry.

"Those Oculator's Lenses you wear," Bastille said over the noise. "They're the most basic Lenses for a good reason. A well-trained Oculator can use them to negate his enemy's attacks."

Grandpa Smedry slowly raised a third Lens to his eye. All three remained hovering in the air in front of him. The new one made a screeching sound that hurt my ears, though most of the noise seemed directed at Blackburn.

"Why are they using multiple Lenses at once?" I said as Blackburn added a fourth Lens. The room grew colder and a line of frosty ice shot forward toward Grandpa Smedry.

Bastille crouched down farther. Wind began to churn in the room, ruffling my hair, whipping at my jacket.

"They're countering each other's attacks," Bastille said.

"Adding Lens after Lens. However, it gets increasingly hard to focus your power through all those Lenses at once. The first one who loses control of his Lenses or who fails to block an attack will lose."

Grandpa Smedry, arm beginning to shake, raised a fourth Lens to his eye. The hovering line of Lenses trembled in the wind. Grandpa Smedry was no longer smiling in fact, he had one arm up, steadying himself against the wall.

Blackburn added a fifth Lens one that I recognized. It didn't have a little monocle frame like the others, and it had a red dot at the center.

My Firebringer's Lens! I thought. I thought. He He did did recover it. recover it.

Sure enough, this Lens began to spit out a line of fire.

The beam shot forward, moving alongside the line of ice. But, like the ice line, the Firebringer's line puffed into non-existence near Grandpa Smedry, as if hitting an invisible shield. Grandpa Smedry grunted quietly at the impact.

I could see Sing a short distance away, struggling to his knees. The large man raised a gun, then fired at Blackburn. I could barely hear the gunshots over the sound of wind.

Flashes of lightning shot from Blackburn's body, moving more quickly that I could track. I'm still not certain what happened to those bullets, but they obviously never reached their mark. I glanced at Sing, who sat cradling a burned hand, his gun smoking slightly on the floor.

Grandpa Smedry finally managed to place his fifth Lens. My ears popped, and it felt like the air was growing more pressurized as if some force were pushing out from Grandpa Smedry, most of it slamming into Blackburn.

The Dark Oculator grunted, stumbling. However, I could see a glistening spot appear near the knife-hole on Grandpa Smedry's tuxedo pants, and a small pool of blood began forming at his feet.

The wound from the torture chamber, I thought. I thought. He's too tired to hold it back any longer. He's too tired to hold it back any longer. "We have to do something!" I yelled over the wind. Lenses were toppling from their pedestals, some shattering to the ground, and sc.r.a.ps of paper were churning inside the vortex of the room. "We have to do something!" I yelled over the wind. Lenses were toppling from their pedestals, some shattering to the ground, and sc.r.a.ps of paper were churning inside the vortex of the room.

Bastille shook her head. "We can't interfere!"

"What?" I asked. "Some stupid code of honor?"

"No! If we get too close to either of them, the power will vaporize us!"

Oh, I thought. Blackburn, whose arm had begun to tremble with strain, raised a sixth Lens to his eye. In his hand, he still held the spectacles he'd had forged from the Sands of Rashid. I thought. Blackburn, whose arm had begun to tremble with strain, raised a sixth Lens to his eye. In his hand, he still held the spectacles he'd had forged from the Sands of Rashid. Why doesn't he use those? Why doesn't he use those? I wondered. I wondered. Is he saving the best for last? Is he saving the best for last?

Sing managed to pull himself over to Bastille and me. "Lord Leavenworth can't win this fight, Bastille! He's only using single-eye Lenses. Blackburn's trained on those he put his eye out to increase his power with them. But Leavenworth is accustomed to two eyes. He can't "

Grandpa Smedry suddenly let out a defiant yell. He raised his hand, gripping his sixth Lens in rigid fingers. He wavered for a moment.

Then dropped the Lens.

There was a flash of light and a blast of power. I cried out in shock as I was thrown backward.

And the winds stopped.

I opened my eyes to the sound of laughter. I rolled over, desperately looking for Grandpa Smedry. The old man lay on the ground, barely moving. Blackburn had been thrown backward as well, but he picked himself up without much trouble.

"Is that it?" Blackburn asked, brushing off his suit. He smiled, looking down at Grandpa Smedry through his single eye, an eye that now bore no Lenses. They had all dropped to the ground at his feet. "You barely gave a fight, old man."

Sing reached for another gun. Two beefy Librarians tackled him from behind. Bastille jumped the first one. Six more soldiers rushed at her.

Blackburn continued to chuckle. He walked slowly across the room, his feet crunching on shattered gla.s.s. He shook his head. "Do you realize how much trouble it's going to be to gather up all these broken Lenses, have the shards sorted, then have them all reforged? My Librarians will spend months remaking my collection!"

I have to do something, I thought. Bastille continued to fight, but more and more Librarian thugs were surrounding her. They already had Quentin and Sing pinned. n.o.body, however, seemed to notice me. Perhaps they thought me unthreatening because I had been knocked down. I thought. Bastille continued to fight, but more and more Librarian thugs were surrounding her. They already had Quentin and Sing pinned. n.o.body, however, seemed to notice me. Perhaps they thought me unthreatening because I had been knocked down.

I scanned the room. There, a short distance away, I saw them the Lenses of Rashid, lying temptingly in the middle of a pile of discarded monocles. They had fallen to the ground during the blast along with the other Lenses Blackburn had held during the fight.

I gritted my teeth.

I have to use the Lenses of Rashid, I thought, crawling forward slowly. I thought, crawling forward slowly. I have to I have to Wait. I want you to do something for me. Try to recall the very first first part of my story. It was way back in Chapter One, before I even told you about my name. Back then, I spoke about life-and-death situations, and how they make people think about some very odd subjects. The prospect of dying or, in this case, watching someone dear to you die does strange things to the mind. Makes it think along tangents. part of my story. It was way back in Chapter One, before I even told you about my name. Back then, I spoke about life-and-death situations, and how they make people think about some very odd subjects. The prospect of dying or, in this case, watching someone dear to you die does strange things to the mind. Makes it think along tangents.

Makes it remember things that it might have otherwise thought unimportant.

Grandpa Smedry was going to die. And, strangely, at that very moment, I noticed the lantern that still stood on a pole at the very center of the room. The lantern holder... it looked something like a rutabaga.

Rutabaga, I thought. I thought. I've heard that word recently. Rutabaga... fire over the inheritance! I've heard that word recently. Rutabaga... fire over the inheritance!

I scrambled forward. Blackburn spun. I threw myself toward the Lenses of Rashid but I didn't grab them. I grabbed a Lens sitting next to them.

The Firebringer's Lens.

Blackburn's foot came down on my arm. I cried out, dropping the Lens, and a pair of Librarian soldiers quickly grabbed me. They yanked me to my feet and pulled me backward, one holding each of my arms.

Blackburn shook his head. From the corner of my eye, I could barely make out a Librarian finally tackling Bastille. She struggled, but three others helped him hold her.

"My, my, my," Blackburn said. "And here you all are, captured again." He looked over at Grandpa Smedry, but the old man was obviously no threat. Grandpa Smedry was dazed, his leg bleeding, his face puffing up from bruises he'd apparently been putting off since his torture.

Blackburn bent down, picking up the Firebringer's Lens. "A Firebringer's Lens," He said. "You should have known better than to try and use one of these against me, boy. I'm far more powerful that you."

Blackburn turned the Lens over in his fingers. "I'm glad you brought me one, however. There weren't any in my collection they're quite rare." Then he picked up the Lenses of Rashid. "And these. Supposedly the most powerful Lenses ever forged. Didn't your son spend his entire life gathering the sands to make these, old Smedry?"

Grandpa Smedry didn't answer.

"What a waste," Blackburn said, shaking his head. Then he raised the Firebringer's Lens to his eye. "Now, we're going to do this one more time. You are going to start answering my questions, old man. You're going to tell me the secrets of your order, and you're going to help me conquer the rest of the Free Kingdoms."

Blackburn smiled. "If you don't, I'm going to kill every one of your friends." He looked around the room. My companions stood, held by Librarian thugs. Only Bastille still struggled Sing and Quentin looked like they had been punched a few good times in the stomach to keep them quiet.

"No," Blackburn said, "not one of the Smedrys. Your blasted Talents are too protective. Let's start with the girl." He smiled, focusing his single eye on Bastille.

"No!" Grandpa Smedry said. "Ask your questions, monster!"

"Not yet, Smedry," Blackburn said. "I have to kill one of them first, you see. Then you will understand how serious this all is."

The Firebringer's Lens began to glow.

"NO!" Grandpa Smedry screamed.

The Firebringer's Lens fired...

...directly back back into Blackburn's eye. into Blackburn's eye.

Taking advantage of the moment, I twisted with a sudden motion, raising my hands and grabbing the arms of my captors. I sent out shocks of Talent and felt bones snap beneath my fingers. My captors cried out, jumping back and cradling broken limbs. Blackburn fell to his knees, and the Firebringer's Lens fell free, leaving a smoking socket behind. He screamed in pain.

I stepped toward the now powerless Dark Oculator. "When I grabbed the Firebringer's Lens, Blackburn, I wasn't trying to use it on you," I said. "You see, I only needed to touch it for a moment just long enough to break it.

"It shoots backward backward now." now."

Chapter 19

I apologize for that last chapter. It was far too deep and ponderous. At this rate, it won't be long before this story departs speaking of evil Librarians, and instead turns into a terribly boring tale about a lawyer who defends unjustly accused field hands.

What do mockingbirds have to do with that, anyway?

I scooped up the Firebringer's Lens, spinning toward the thugs who still held my grandfather. The Librarians looked down at the fallen Oculator, then back up at me. I raised the Lens.

The two men dashed away. In the fury of the moment, I didn't even realize that I'd finally been able to pick up the Lens without it going off.

Grandpa Smedry slumped back against the wall in exhaustion. However, he smiled at me. "Well done, lad. Well done. You're a Smedry for certain!"

The other thugs in the room backed away, towing their hostages. "There are two of us now," Grandpa Smedry said, righting himself, staring down at the Librarians. "And your Oculator has fallen. Do you really really want to make us mad?" want to make us mad?"

There was a moment of hesitance, and Bastille seized it. She swung up and slammed her feet into the back of the Librarian in front of her. Then she pulled herself free from her surprised captors.

The other thugs dropped Quentin and Sing, then dashed away. Bastille chased after them, cursing and kicking at one as he rushed out the door. But she let him go, grumbling quietly as she turned to make certain Sing and Quentin were all right. Both seemed well enough.

Blackburn groaned. Grandpa Smedry shook his head, looking down at the Dark Oculator.

"Should we... do something with him?" I asked.

"He's no threat now, lad," Grandpa Smedry said. "An Oculator without eyes is about as dangerous as a little girl."

"Excuse me?" Bastille huffed, rolling over one of the Librarian thugs that she'd knocked out before. She pulled off his sword belt and tied it around her waist.

"I apologize, dear," Grandpa Smedry said in his tired voice. "It was just a figure of speech. Sing, would you do me a favor...?"

Sing rushed over, steadying Grandpa Smedry. "Ah, very nice," Grandpa Smedry said. "Quentin, gather up any unbroken Lenses you can find. Bastille, be a dear and watch for danger at the door there are others in this library who won't be as easily intimidated as those thugs."

"And me?" I asked.

Grandpa Smedry smiled. "You, lad, should recover your inheritance."

I turned, noticing the gla.s.ses that still lay on the ground. I walked over, picking them up. "Blackburn seemed disappointed in these."

"Blackburn was a man who focused only on one kind of power," Grandpa Smedry said. "For a man whose abilities depended on seeing, he was remarkable shortsighted."

"So... what do these do?" I asked.

"Try them on," Grandpa Smedry suggested.

I took off my Oculator's Lenses and put on the Rashid Lenses instead. I couldn't see any difference no release of power, no amazing revelations.

"What am I looking for?" I asked.

"Quentin," Grandpa Smedry said, turning toward the small grad student. "What do you think?"

"I really wouldn't know," Quentin said. "The legends are all so contradictory."

I started. "Hey! I understood him!"

"That's impossible," Quentin said, still gathering Lenses off the ground. "I have my Talent on. I'm gibberish for the whole day."

"Actually, you're not," I said. "And you weren't truly gibberish those other times either. Did you know that your Talent can predict the future?"

Quentin's jaw dropped. "You can understand understand me?" me?"

"That's what I just said. Thanks for the hint about the rutabaga, by the way."

Quentin turned toward Grandpa Smedry, who was smiling. "No, Quentin," Grandpa Smedry said. "I still can't understand you."

I stood, shocked. What in the world...? What in the world...?

Then I turned, rushing over to Sing's gym bag, which lay on the side of the room. I unzipped it, digging through the ammunition to find a particular object: the book I'd swiped from the Forgotten Language room.

I opened it up to the first page. The mechanics of forging a Truefinder's Lens is complex, The mechanics of forging a Truefinder's Lens is complex, it read, it read, but can be understood by one who takes the proper time to study. but can be understood by one who takes the proper time to study.