Death Weeps Part 21

The brothers fought and bucked, their arms punching flesh that didn't bruise or bleed.

My zombies tore them out into the cold of Outside, the bitterness of their choices stealing inside their consciousness with insidious progression. I watched it happen, pleased beyond what I should've been.

It felt right, their punishment.

Joe Zondorae spoke frantically, rapidly, "You can't leave us, they'll kill Parker, they'll build another Pathway."

I shifted cold and hard eyes to Joe, nailing him with their singular intensity, leveled only at him. "Parker can take care of himself. These incursions will stop. And we're the future of the world. Not you... not the ones that started all this for control and power. Nothing good could've come of this."

"That you don't see it is all the more reason for leaving you here," John said.

"You're gettin' flushed like t.u.r.ds!" Jonesy said with glee.

Sophie gave a giggle and I looked at Jonesy. "Ya think you can rein it in long enough to disable the Pathway?"

Jonesy dipped his head sheepishly and walked over to the spot in the tunnel where the scientists had been spewed out. The invisible portal was practically above our heads.

"h.e.l.l yeah, Hart. Just give me the go, I'm your man."

"Wait, young Traveler," Clara said, her small hand inside Matthew's.

I turned.

"It is a Pathway of distance."

I nodded, then said, "And time, Queen Clara."

I let that sink in as I watched her hand cover her mouth. "If it exists, they may tamper with our history, altering things while we remain unaware."

I didn't get it totally but I didn't live through my mom's n.a.z.i verbiage for nothing. I got it enough. Their shortcut would be gone, but so would the access route of others bent on exploitation. It was the only protection we could offer them.

"It is our recompense for the transgressions of the people of our world against yours," John said, climbing on board the speech train again.

"Let them, Clara. For it is the only way to guarantee a future without Guardians... Travelers..." Daniel said and Matthew finished for him, "Evil Ones."

My eyes shifted to Matthew's. "Evil Ones?"

Matthew and the rest of the Band nodded gravely.

I agreed, liking that name the best. I turned my attention to Jonesy again.

"Come on, Jones, let's bust this thing."

Jonesy smiled and was met by Alex, who hefted him up on top of his shoulders. He looked down at John.

"It's Pulse, right?"

"Yes, you should be able to disable it by overloading its function on this end."

"What about our end? What if other guys try to get through?" Bry asked.

Tiff shrugged. "I'm thinking I like the Jewelry Solution."

Archer raised a brow.

She popped a bubble and made a fluttering motion with both her hands like dandelion seed floating away on the breeze. "It just went away when we traveled."

We got quiet.

I palmed my chin even as the scientists were wailing in the graveyard outside.

Decision made, I looked into Jonesy's eyes, determined. "Not our problem. Do it."

Jonesy nodded and slammed a fist into the air.

The lights of the sphere tunnel sputtered.

Then died.

The blackness of the tunnel was absolute.

Chaos erupted and engulfed the people within.

Clara was scooped up by Matthew and carried to somewhere she could not see, the utter inky blackness unhindered by light pollution of any kind.

She heard a young female Traveler scream, "Jonesy!"

I shut my eyes, the dark a comfort, and called the dead to me.

Surround me.

They came, all but the ones who held the corrupters of others.

I wrapped my arms around Jade, folding her into the protection of my body, and the greater protection of the dead that surrounded me and my friends.

The Band felt and saw the dead encircle the boy, their senses acute enough to intuit the intentions of the d.a.m.ned.

The Band had not heard the command but had felt the summons of it.

Alex searched around in a blind panic for Randi. He heard her scream for Jonesy, who he held on his shoulders.

"Jones!" he growled out from underneath him.

"I know, muscle-head, calm your t.i.ts, I got this!"

"Get it faster!" he yelled, the thrum of his words vibrating into Jonesy's body.

The tunnel lights sputtered back to life, finally catching, the steam escaping in a burst of moist heat at the base.

Jonesy looked around, a circle of fifty zombies with their backs to Caleb and the gang standing sentinel around them.

John stood head and shoulders above everyone inside the circle. His eyes locked with Jonesy. "Did you do it?"

"h.e.l.l yeah, Terran. Did you think I was having a party up here on beefy boy or what?"

John sighed and Jonesy frowned as Alex set him down onto the ground none too gently.

Bracus came forward to engage the young Traveler and the zombies' eyes glittered like dark crystals in faces that were slack with death.

Under orders of protection.

Bracus paused, remembering the strength of the dead Prince.

I watched him come and felt my intent slip into the zombies consciousness. They parted like water behind a dam and Bracus strode into the midst of the dead.

He had the biggest bra.s.s b.a.l.l.s I'd ever seen.

I took an instant liking to the guy.

"We need to seal this sphere from its neighbor."

Huh. "Why?"

Bracus explained. After ten minutes or so of listening I said, "Their sphere is going to continue to erode. We can't fix anything else. We have to return... to our world."

Bracus frowned while Daniel translated.

Jonesy came forward, his clothes filthy and torn, a grin of pure accomplishment permanently etched there. "I can fix that up too."

John c.o.c.ked a brow. It wasn't often that Jonesy surprised Terran.

Or any of us.

Jonesy outlined the plan while the Band and Clara listened to John's translation, Daniel filling in where John's words were lost in the gaps of language and our accent.

The Band straightened as Clara, the other sphere-dwellers and us made our way to the mouth of the sphere, the sentry long-dead.

Clara's body clenched in a tight knot when she saw what had occurred in her sphere when it sat unprotected, a.s.saulted by their ally.

She was livid, her body shaking with it.

Jade came forward. "I can help."

"How?" Daniel asked the small girl with hair the color of raven's wings, eyes like the brightest leaves of a summer tree.

She told him.

Clara escorted Jade as she touched every dwelling while the zombies clogged the entrance to the sphere.

No one would dare exit through the wall of dead flesh, the smell of their decomposition filling the air like collective mucus gone bad.

When each person who was not rightfully in the Kingdom of Ohio was identified, the Band escorted them to the zombie guard.

Many of whom had guarded this very sphere in life, I was told.

Some resisted, and were summarily dealt with. Their pleas for mercy went unheeded as the blood and destruction of their deeds lay claim to every surface of the sphere.

I watched as Queen Clara steeled her heart against their justifications.

They had killed her subjects. It made sense to me. I don't think I had as much trouble ignoring them as she did.

I knew that she took responsibility for those that relied on her, I could see it on her. She didn't need a crown on her head for me to see her royalty.

I watched as a new resolve took shape on her expressive face.

She would protect them again, regardless what the price was.

I knew that sometimes, when it came to protection, the price could be steep.

The zombies dragged the people of the Kingdom of Kentucky behind them without expression, the heel of their shoes making grooves in the dirt as they flailed to escape.

Without my contrary directive, my zombies would take no prisoners.

When they pa.s.sed the portal of the great door that led Outside and walked underneath the defunct Pathway, the Queen turned to me, her gaze briefly touching on the two Travelers who lay at the feet of my zombies Outside, their screams devolved into exhaustion.

"Let it be here," she said.

Bracus came forward and asked, "The barrier, Queen Clara?"

She nodded, once.

Jonesy stepped forward and with a quick look at me said, "This experimental c.r.a.p's getting old."

"Stop complaining, ya whiner. You're the one that offered," Tiff said, shrugging.

"In theory..." John began.

"Can it, Terran, ya chump." Jonesy pushed his hand into the soft side of the sphere tunnel. Sweat sprang out in droplets on his forehead, beading on his upper lip. And like drawing a curtain, he pulled his hand away... and the material of the sphere came with it.

Clara gasped as she saw the fabric of the sphere wall clutched like so much warm taffy in the dark hand of the Traveler who could manipulate all things electromagnetic, she had been informed.

She turned to the Band, gulping hard when she caught sight of the zombie horde behind them.

Clara nodded and the Band parted as the zombies came through with the sc.u.m of the Kingdom of Kentucky.