D. MacHale - Black Water

Inside Black Water the atmosphere was carnival-like. There was music playing and long tables loaded with fruit and bread to feed the hungry arrivals. As the gars entered with their link cubes glowing, they were greeted with warm hugs and tears. It was like a long-awaited reunion of a huge family. They were weary from the long journey, but reenergized by the thought of beginning a new and better life. Some of the incoming gars were tentative-after all they had lived their entire lives being treated like animals. But their fears were soon erased when they experienced the wonderful reception and learned that the promise of Black Water was a reality.

The klee pilots looked left and right to be sure they were spaced correctly. The pilot flying at the point of the arrow was in charge of coordinating the assault. He raised his furry hand over his head. The pilots on either side of him saw this and did the same. The pilots just outside of them followed, as did the next pilots out, and finally the pilots flying on the far edge of the formation. They were ready.

The lead pilot dropped his hand to give the signal, and the attack began.

Each of the pilots flipped the valve in his gig to release the Cloral poison. The deadly liquid shot from the tanks in the form of a heavy, green gas. It came first from the lead gig, followed quickly by the others. The gas from each gig trailed behind to join with the gas from the other gigs, until it formed a dense, green cloud that grew larger as they flew on. The deadly cloud hovered, barely moving, for it wasn’t much heavier than air. The poison gas from all nine gigs drifted together, growing thicker by the second. When the cloud grew so thick that it blocked nearly all the light from the sunbelt, it began to slowly settle toward the ground.

The Black Water gars began to lead the first arrivals down into the village. They needed to keep the crowd moving to make room for the multitude of gars who were still to come. As they walked along the path, they spotted a curious sight on the far horizon. It looked to them like a small flock of birds. The surprising thing was that these birds seemed to be dragging a green cloud behind them. The Black Water gars watched in wonder, glancing to one another to see if anyone else might know what this strange event was all about.

The newly arrived gars laughed and pointed. Since everything for them was a new and exciting experience, this was simply another marvel of Black Water.

The klee pilot on point looked back to see the vast, green cloud that he and his team were laying down. He didn’t see a single break in the dense gas. He quickly estimated that it was spread wide enough to cover all of Black Water. They couldn’t have done a better job. He smiled in victory.

The Black Water gars experienced yet another surprise. A loudhissingsound could be heard that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere. It was a familiar sound, but not one they expected. Normally it was only heard at night. Never in the middle of the day, especially on such an important day as this. But as strange as it may have been, the sound was real.

The central irrigation system was coming to life.

The sprinklers were everywhere. On light poles along the streets, on the farms that surrounded the village, even on the trees in the forests. The water was released in the form of a mist that spewed so much moisture into the air, the gars were soon soaked to the skin.

The new gars treated this as yet another marvelous treat. They cried for joy as the water washed away so many horrible memories. They danced, they splashed in the puddles, some even fell to their knees and scooped up handfuls of water to quench their thirst.

At the Center, Bobby and the others ran outside to learn that the sprinklers were working. They were instantly soaked by the heavy mist. It was like a rainstorm that began twenty feet above their heads.

“If this doesn’t work, isn’t it safer to stay inside?” Mark asked.

“If this doesn’t work, being inside will only delay things,” Gunny answered. “I’d rather get it over quick.”

“This is a lot of water,” Bobby said to Spader. “That antidote is going to be spread pretty thin.”

“No worries, Pendragon,” Spader answered with confidence. “Manoo told me it wouldn’t take much to stop the poison.”

“And you trust him?” Bobby asked.

“Well,” Spader said with a sly smile. “Not much I can do about it now.”

“We’ll find out soon,” Boon announced. “Look!”

He pointed to the sky as the nine gigs sailed directly overhead, spewing their poison, turning the sky as green as if they were dragging a carpet of artificial turf over their heads. Everyone stared up at the dark ceiling of poison that was slowly falling toward them.

“Is this g-gonna hurt?” Mark said, barely above a whisper.

“If it gets us,” Bobby answered, “it’ll be fast.”

“Gunny,” Aron said, visibly frightened. “I don’t understand what is happening.”

“I’ll explain it all in a couple of minutes,” Gunny answered. “If we’re still around.”

As the formation of gigs passed over the giant crowd, the happy gars cheered and waved at them, as if to thank them for the spectacular air show welcome.

“Look,” Kasha announced. “Their tanks are nearly empty.”

A quick look up at the formation of gigs showed that the stream of gas coming from the lead gig was thinning out. So too was the gas coming from the others. The noxious cloud was as big as it was going to get, which was plenty big enough. The gigs had reached the far side of Black Water. As soon as the gas from the outermost gigs was spent, they rose together, flying up and over the mountain, leaving Black Water behind. Their evil mission was complete.

“That’s good news,” Kasha said. “They won’t be able to target the gars outside.”

“It would be better news if the antidote worked in here,” Courtney said.

All eyes went back up to the green cloud that was dropping ever closer. Boon stood near Kasha. The two exchanged nervous looks. Courtney walked to Bobby and took his hand. Bobby gave her a weak smile and squeezed. Mark stood on Bobby’s other side.

“We tried,” he said.

“I know,” Bobby agreed.

The group continued to stare up at the sky. It was an eerie feeling, since the joyous sounds of the celebrating gars acted as a backdrop. The happy music didn’t fit with the reality that every living being in Black Water was seconds away from death.

The green cloud fell gently toward the ground. The Travelers and the acolytes waited. And waited.

“Breathe deep,” Gunny said somberly. “The faster the better.”

Gunny’s suggestion had the opposite effect. Everybody held their breaths. The water from the misters dripped into their upturned eyes, but nobody looked away. If these were their final moments of life, they wanted to make them last.

Mark said softly, “Is… is it getting brighter?” Nobody reacted.

Above them the green blanket seemed to be a bit less dense.

“It is!” Courtney shouted.

“It’s breaking up!” Boon shouted.

Seconds later the unmistakable shape of the sunbelt could once again be seen. And felt. Light was coming through.

“Hobey!” Spader declared. “The poison’s getting eaten up when it hits the mist!”

In a matter of seconds, the sky went from dark green, to lighter green, to vapor white, and finally… to blue.

“Hoooweeee!” Gunny shouted, and spun around in a little dance. It was the first time Bobby had seen him happy since they left the Earth territories. “We’re alive! Black Water is alive!”

Everyone had different reactions. Gunny danced in the rain like a happy scarecrow. Aron watched him with a frown of confusion. Fayne thought they were all crazy and left to go back to her post.