James Decker - The Burn Zone

“Sam, can you move?”

“It hurts.”

“I know, but it’s got to be now—”

He let out a grunt as something whipped past me and hit him in the chest. He staggered back on his heels, his mouth gaping, and then fell onto his back.

“Vamp!” I screamed, but he didn’t respond. He didn’t move.

… but I couldn’t let them all die, not even for you.

I made myself uncurl. It felt like there were pins in there, and a bad stitch stopped me for a second, but I was able to sit up and rest back on my heels. My breath was coming fast and shallow.

“Sillith, wait!”

She stopped, and I could see there was something in her free hand. She activated it with her thumb, and a point of bright, white light appeared in front of her like a tiny sun.

“Oh, no.”

The point expanded into a large hexagon with blazing white edges. Through it, I could see brick face and peeling paint on the side of a metal trash bin. Graffiti was scrawled next to it in sloppy Pan-Slav characters.

Alexei struggled a minute more and then his body slumped. Sillith grabbed him by his neck and hurled him through the gate.

I glanced back toward Vamp, who still lay sprawled on the tunnel floor next to Dragan’s bed, but there wasn’t time. I hobbled toward Sillith as back behind me—or above me, I suppose—something exploded with enough force to shake the bed frames mounted to the tunnel walls.

She turned, the gate control in her hand, and I knew she was about to close it. If she did, Alexei would be stuck on the other side and that would be the end of it.

I knelt, propping the butt of the rail gun against one hip and raising the barrel. The scope’s laser wandered as I tried to steady it, but there wasn’t any time left. As soon as I saw the red dot drift over her midsection, I pulled the trigger.

Despite the weapon’s size and how heavy it was, it had almost zero kick. It just made a low chuff sound. For a second, I had thought it hadn’t gone off at all when a tunnel appeared through the haze of fog followed by a loud boom. At the same instant, Sillith looked down at a neat hole that had formed in her belly.

The slug bored straight through, then punched into the tunnel wall next to the gate. When the shock wave erupted inside her, she jumped as if she’d been electrocuted. An explosion of blood blew out from in front and behind, some of the mess splashing down onto the graviton plates and the rest raining down the tunnel behind her. A wobbly ring of beaded blood formed in the air behind her as the drops circled the tunnel’s gravity field, then broke apart a moment later.

She went down on one knee. One hand reached forward to stop her fall, coming down in the muck as an aftermath of bits splashed down around her. The pieces seemed to squiggle and morph as they hit, some forming half-glimpsed shapes of hands, limbs, or feet before one by one they warped away and disappeared in a series of firecracker bangs. The air around her distorted, and it looked for a second like she was going to go too, but she didn’t. Instead she raised her head, and her molten eyes glared down the tunnel at me.

I adjusted my aim, the laser beam cutting through the mist as it homed in on her, but before I could fire again, something clamped down on the barrel. It was a hand, Sillith’s hand, somehow, flickering like a hologram or a ghost.

I held on, trying to steer the laser against her grip, when another huge explosion went off, and with a shower of sparks from somewhere behind me, the power went out and engulfed the tunnel in darkness.

03:03:03 BC

Debris rained through the tunnel, peppering my back and shoulders as some went up and some went down. Then the last of the graviton plating’s charge left it, and I felt the tunnel swivel beneath my feet as my center of gravity changed. All at once the tunnel ahead became a straight drop and I pitched forward, legs pedaling in the air, while Sillith stared up from below. I flailed with my free arm and managed to grab on to one of the sheets of the bed mounted next to me, pulling it free and dragging it down to the next frame below me, where I managed to land just as Vamp flew past.

“No!”

I leaned over the side in time to see him jerk to a stop, as if he’d been impaled on an invisible spike. Something had him, and turned him over like a spider spinning a fly in its web.

The soldiers shouted in the darkness, and I could make out the winding down of machines as I struggled to keep hold of the rifle. By the light of the gate’s outline, I could make out Sillith’s plated fist still curled around the rifle’s barrel, but as I was dragged toward the edge of the bed frame, the hand began to flicker. It warped, going out of focus, and then coming back, while in the darkness below Sillith’s smoldering eyes left trails of bloodred light.

How is she doing it? How…

Sillith’s hand turned from delicate smoked crystal to tar black. Her skin turned rubbery, pocked with huge open pores as the fingers merged together to form a coiled, wormlike tentacle. A scalefly crawled out of one of the pores and onto my hand as I followed the tentacle down the length of the tunnel where the rest of her body shuddered, uncoiling into a writhing mass. Her blazing red eyes dimmed, the light fading as they collapsed into a cluster of glossy black marbles.

“Things aren’t always as they seem…. ” Nix’s words came back to me as I stared, unable to look away. I couldn’t see her clearly in the darkness, but I saw enough. It wasn’t a hallucination. As impossible as it seemed, part of me recognized that a veil had begun to break down, allowing me to see, for the first time, the truth.

More wormlike cilia slithered from the mass and wrapped around the rifle, tearing it from my hands, and I saw a long, ropy arm whip away as she smashed the weapon to pieces against the tunnel wall.

My hand shook as I groped for my flashlight, unclipping it from my belt and switching it on. I could hear her coming, a heavy, dragging sound, and I cast the jittering beam toward her as she rose a full head taller than she had been.

The light passed over Vamp, who hung suspended by several more of the black ropes, then reached her, and the strength began to go out of me. I saw a shadowy mass, a squirming ball in a nest of tangled arms and legs. The delicate, almost beautiful latticework of bones had been replaced with some kind of wiry webbing that formed a flexible mesh surrounding the organs. I caught a glimpse of those two familiar brains lurking under a murky blister filled with cloudy, amber soup, and her heart, pulsing near the center where damaged tissue dangled around the gaping hole left behind by the rail gun’s slug.

All of it was crawling with flies. So many flies scurried over, in, and out of the creeping silhouette that her skin looked alive. My mind struggled to find a familiar shape—any familiar shape—but between her movements and the shadows I couldn’t.

I understood then how she could reach so far and to so many places. How Nix’s severed arm could become three. The thing below me wasn’t just Sillith, but all of them. Something, some haan technology, forced us to see what they wanted. We saw something harmless, something symmetrical and familiar. We saw something delicate, and even beautiful, but it was a lie. It was an illusion, and for whatever reason that illusion had just broken down, if only for a moment.

Her body sprang apart, strands bursting free from the mound, forming groups, and then parting again as they carried her body with an ease and grace that reminded me of a machine. She lunged for me, and the flashlight fell, spinning end over end before plunging through the gate. I scrambled back to get away from her as the tunnel filled with a low, eerie rasp, overlapping whispers that hissed over a mechanical clicking sound. Light flickered from above then, and shadows moved across the bedding in front of me as electronics began to power back up. The graviton plating hummed back to life, and I rolled off the bed to land in a crouch as the tunnel wall became the floor again.