Nick James - Skyship Academy

He sighs. “Jesse, what I’m trying to say is: if you have a problem, you come to me. Should I make that an order?”

“No, sir.”

“Okay.” He slaps the top of the desk. “Then go join your friends. Get something to eat.”

Without waiting for him to change his mind, I jump out of my seat and head for the door. He doesn’t call after me, thank god. Forcing me to listen to old war stories is punishment enough.

I head out into the hallway, traveling double speed. Trying-to-be-nice Captain Alkine is ten times scarier than normal Captain Alkine and the fact that I’m on his radar at all is yet another thing to add to my list of reasons why I’m getting out of here as soon as I turn eighteen.

Cassius’s eyes parted to see Madame’s flawless face staring down at him.

She perched over his bed, her lips forming a grim frown that took a few seconds to fade into something less disconcerting.

“Cassius.” She smiled. “You’re awake. Thank goodness.”

He blinked several times to make sure it wasn’t a dream. His skin felt tingly and raw, like he’d been submerged in a bath of ice for the past week.

He sat up in the bed and analyzed the spare white room. A counter ran along the wall beside him. A chair stood vacant in the opposite corner with a freshly pressed uniform hanging over the armrest.

An infirmary recovery room.

“We were very worried,” Madame continued. “A couple hours longer and you may have required serious medical attention. It’s lucky you’re such a strong boy.”

“What happened?” He hardly recognized his groggy voice. He looked down to see a hospital gown tied tightly around him. “What time is it?”

“You were unresponsive all evening after the accident.”

“Accident?” The ceiling lights above the bed forced him to squint.

Madame smiled. “You mean you don’t remember? Your room’s gone, Cassius. We’re lucky you didn’t take out the entire second floor while you were at it.”

“I don’t… ” He trailed off, trying to remember the events of the afternoon. Sneaking out into the Fringes, finding the Pearl, heading back to the Lodge.

“Fire.” The word spilled from his mouth almost automatically. “There was a fire.”

“Yes.” She nodded. “There certainly was.”

“A blown circuit?”

“No.”

He stared up in confusion, waiting for her to continue.

“It was you, Cassius.”

“I’m sorry,” he stammered, realizing how mad she must be. Yet she didn’t seem mad.

“I don’t think you’re understanding me.” She laid her hand on his leg. “ You started the fire. It came from inside of you.”

He stifled a laugh. He’d heard urban legends about people spontaneously combusting, but that’s all they were. Legends.

She frowned. “It’s really not a laughing matter.”

He searched her face for any hint of a joke. Then he remembered. Madame never joked.

“The damage is extensive,” she said.

He looked down at his still-tingling hands. His skin was abnormally smooth. Gone were the scrapes and sores from the day before. He was paler than usual, too. “That’s impossible. I caused the fire?”

Madame nodded, squeezing his knee.

“I… I don’t understand. I remember feeling sick when I left your office but everything after that’s a blur.”

She eased her grip. “I’m sure your body was struggling to keep control. Perception… things of that nature fall by the wayside during traumas such as these. After all, it was the first time.”

“Wait,” he started, “did you know this was going to happen?”

She sighed and moved to the counter to pour a glass of water. “There are things we don’t talk about, Cassius. I’m sure you’ve noticed. And the truth is, I’m still not confident that I’m ready to address them.” She paused a moment in thought. “But you’ve forced my hand.”

“I didn’t do anything.”

Her eyes narrowed as she handed him the glass. “You went outside the Net, Cassius.”

“Plenty of people live outside the Bio-Nets.”

“You met a boy.”

“What? Who?”

She sat down at the edge of the bed “His name is Jesse Fisher, and he complicates things.”

“Jesse Fisher,” he whispered, searching his memory. “The Shipper on the rooftop… ”

Her eyebrows raised. “Rooftop?”

He took a sip of water and looked to the side, uneager to talk about his failure in front of her. “I had him hanging on-barely. He was about to drop off the ledge when he… I don’t know what he did. We separated and he fell twelve stories to the ground. I thought he was dead.”

She nodded. “But he wasn’t, was he?”

“It’s impossible. He was just a scrawny little coward.”

She laughed. “Impossible? Impossible like burning down a dormitory without so much as a matchbook?”

He met her reassuring eyes, shaking his head in disbelief.

“He’s dangerous, Cassius. He ignited this inside of you. This… sickness. And it’s through him that we’ll cure it.”

Cassius set down the glass. He held his hand in front of him, spreading apart the fingers, trying to imagine flames shooting from the tips. It was crazy. It couldn’t be real.

“In the meantime,” she removed a small envelope from her pocket and set it on the bed in front of him, “we can do our best to control the situation.”

He picked up the package, opening the top and peering inside to find three tiny white pills. “What’s this?”

“Insurance,” she replied. “Very expensive, too. The medication will slow your heart rate and calm your system to a level where you’ll be able to control any further outbursts.”

He winced, struggling to give voice to his next thought. The words came out slow and muttered. “I’m not sure I believe you.”

Madame pursed her lips. “Cassius. I could be… very angry with you right now. Your lack of judgment in traveling to the Fringes has caused me a great deal of unnecessary stress.”

“Kids don’t burst into flames.”

“And planets aren’t meant to grow unlivable,” she countered. “We live in uncharted territory, and you’re going to have to accept that. Things happen. You’re a very special young man. You have a lot to accomplish yet. I didn’t want this to happen. Not until we were ready.”

“Ready for what?”

“It’s a numbers game. Always has been, ever since the Seps took to the sky. I’ve been lobbying the heads of the party to do away with the birthing limits for years now. We need bodies.” She crossed her arms, drumming her fingers on her cashmere jacket. “They’re right above us, Cassius. Have you ever actually considered what that means? We thought we had it bad with the terrorists, but they were half a world away. Shippers could drop down on us any minute. And to be honest, I don’t think we’re ready.”

“For war,” he whispered. “Like you were talking about last night. And this Jesse Fisher… him triggering this… thing in me has got something to do with it?”

She nodded. “It has everything to do with it. In fact, if we don’t take care of this situation quickly, he may just be the lynchpin that triggers the opening shot. I do not wish that to happen. Not yet. Not while there’s a chance we could lose.”

He rubbed his hands together, trying to work some warmth into them. “Why’s he so special?”

“That is on a strictly need-to-know basis.”

He scoffed, then caught himself as Madame shot him an icy look. “Well,” he muttered, “considering the circumstances, I think I need to know.”

“You need to trust me,” she replied. “Fisher has his uses. He’s very important.”

“He’s just a kid.”