Nick James - Crimson rising

I nod. “Alkine won’t even know.”

She hoists the bag and releases Skandar. I watch him disappear around the corner and wait until I hear the bolt on my door unlatch.

Eva grips the bars. “Please don’t do anything stupid, Jesse.”

“Like you said, I’m in a prison cell. What could I possibly do?”

She closes her eyes, shaking her head.

“Hey.” I lean sideways against the door. “You don’t know anything that you’re not telling me, do you?”

The bolt clicks. I push on the door to open it a crack.

“Of course not,” she grabs the handle and yanks forward, tossing the bag through the opening. “I’m on your side, Jesse.”

I nod.

“Now promise.” She shuts the door. “Nothing stupid.”

I glance at the bag. Part of it has slipped below the Pearl, revealing a beam of red that hits the opposite wall.

“And don’t get yourself hurt,” she continues. “Remember how it felt when you touched it. There’s no snow in here to cool your hands if you get burned.”

“Got it,” I say. “Thank Skandar for me on the way out.”

She grits her teeth, clearly uncomfortable at the thought of leaving me alone. “Goodnight, Jesse.”

“Yeah.” I kneel next to the Pearl and get lost in the depths of crimson. “Goodnight.”

– I gaze into the Pearl so long, I lose track of time. Sometimes I close my eyes and try to sense it without looking. It’s like other Pearls in some ways. The pull’s there, a desire to scoop it into my arms and hold it close, but there’s something else too.

I get close to touching it a few times, hover right over the top with my fingers. I feel the heat radiate off the surface. But before long, I have to retreat for fear of getting burned.

I clench my fist and try to break it. I stomp on the ground, point my finger like a gun, speak to it. I do everything I can think of to get it to do something. But it never responds. I can’t pull it up or forward or sideways. I can’t make the slightest movement at all. It just sits there, taunting me.

Eventually, I cover the red light with the blackness of the bag and lean against the opposite wall, prepared to admit defeat and go to sleep.

And I do, for awhile.

I’m not sure how long I’m out, but when I wake I yelp, forcing my hands over my mouth even though there’s nobody around to hear me. I’m covered in sweat. My hair clings to my forehead. My shirt’s shellacked to my back. I roll up my sleeves and take shallow breaths. How did it get so hot in here?

And then I see it. A white dusting lines the floor. Snow, like on the coast.

My mind struggles to work it out. It feels like more than one hundred degrees in here, yet the snow stays crisp and solid. I swipe a section off the floor beside me. The flakes melt the instant they touch my warm hands.

The bag slips away from the Pearl.

I watch it move, impossibly, from the ball of red, as if the cloth has come alive, wriggling along the floor in retreat. Free from the dark material, the red Pearl pulses with an intense glow. Waves of heat push into me-concentrated blasts like scorching currents of Fringe air. Snow continues to pour from the other side onto the ground, collecting in piles. I shield my eyes from the light. There’s nothing I can do about the heat.

It’s in control, I realize. This isn’t like the rest of them, where I have the power. I can’t touch it. I can’t even get near.

My bracelet vibrates, forcing my wrist into my lap. I feel the tips of my fingers bake as the heat intensifies. The Pearl trembles, quivers back and forth. Then, without a sound, it rockets straight into the air.

I’m convinced it’s going to slam into the ceiling, but it stops midway and hangs in the center of the room like a red star. Whatever’s inside wants out.

The bracelet spins around my wrist, matching the heightened frequency in the room. I pull in my knees to make myself as small a target as possible. The Pearl energy fills the entire room now, radiating off walls, flipping on the overhead lights only to yank them off again. It’s a physical presence-a spirit set on pushing me away.

The heat fizzles, replaced by an arctic blast that hits me in the face with gale force. Particles of ice settle in my hair and along the ground-a snowstorm in the middle of the jail cell.

The Pearl explodes.

I shout as energy collides with my skin and envelops me. It’s not the bolstering feeling green Pearls give. This scratches all over my body like a thousand little insects biting me at once. My skin revolts. I’m convinced that I’m burning alive, though from heat or frost I can’t tell.

The cell door flies from its hinges and shoots into the hallway, leaving a chasm behind. The corridor fills with red. The outside wall bulges with the added force before bursting open. A gaping hole spreads across the metal. I see insulation, pipes, wires-inner workings of the ship before the view of the dark mountains outside is unencumbered. The blast has blown a hole straight through the side of the Skyship.

Fragments of dust and shrapnel swirl about the room, kicked up by the force of the explosion. Everything’s murky red. I can’t tell what’s happening around me.

Something tackles my side, so forceful it feels like a boulder after a mile-long build-up. I’m helpless to react.

Before I know it, I’m thrown into the air. Something grabs me. Arms, maybe. I can’t see anything but red energy, a blinding wall of light directly in front of my face. My skin screams.

We land on the ground. My ankle twists. I hardly notice it past the other agonies. I’m pushed against the floor like a dummy, then lifted up again.

The prison cell disappears altogether.

It takes a moment to understand what I’m seeing. The air is cooler now, and cleaner.

I watch the side of the Academy pull away as we tumble through the sky. Whatever was inside that Pearl knocked me through the hole in the outside wall. There’s nothing to grab onto, even as invisible arms hold me tight.

Mountains swallow me on all sides. The Academy walls grow distant. We’re in freefall, half a mile straight to the ground.

I can’t see anything but Pearl energy in front of me. I feel like I’m floating in fire. I know there are mountains. I know the ground’s approaching fast. The air pushes on my back with so much force that I’m certain I’ll snap in two.

All the while, something holds me tight.

I watch as the energy begins to fade, sucked into the swirling wind on both sides of me. I expect it to disappear altogether and leave me falling like this, alone-a tiny kid lost inside the sky.

But the red glow warps into something else. A figure appears from the light, a dark silhouette against the stars.

Features begin to carve themselves into the ether and I suddenly realize how close we are. Face to face.

Arms stretch up around mine, connecting with hands that interlock below me, holding tight in what could either be an embrace or a stranglehold. Body definition, beneath an unadorned black shirt, gives the figure shape. Brown hair flies wildly around the face, whipped around by the wind as we plummet.

The face.

A mouth appears, grim and silent and inexpressive. Not concerned or worried at all. A nose, then wrinkles. Lines on the forehead, under the eyes.

Eyes. Pearl energy forms around them, swirling and crackling until it disappears altogether. The irises turn red, like two Pearls right in front of me.

The man doesn’t blink. He doesn’t open his mouth or move his face at all. For a moment I wonder if he’s dead, but he continues to stare at me, eyes locked onto mine as we tumble.

His grip tightens on my back. My own expression loses all composure. I must look more horrified and pathetic than ever, but if the man notices, he doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t scream or shout. His attention never strays.