Steven Santos - The Culling

Her eyes are glass. “Prefect Thorn. He wanted to teach you two a lesson … make you suffer … he made a bargain with my mother and me … ”

I nod numbly. “He’d help you win in exchange for you being his spy, making sure nothing happened to us during training. Planting a camera on us so he’d have his little footage for the Graduation Ceremony.”

She smirks. “All I care about is my sister. And my Mama. She’d still be alive if you and Tycho hadn’t plotted-”

“Don’t you see?” I burst out. “He’s manipulating you . Just like he tried to do with Digory and me. Right after our last Trial, he showed up and offered me a free pass to get here first and beat you . Since I didn’t take it, he’s using you to get his revenge. He doesn’t care about any of us. We’re all just pawns in his own sick games.”

She shakes her head. “You’re lying!”

She pounces-

Instinct blots out the fear. I kick out, booting her in the face. She slams back against one of the stone ripples. Blood seeps from her nostrils.

She glares at me and keeps on coming …

Ignoring the agony in my side, I move the only way I can … away from her … forward.

When I drop to a crawling position, my knees hit the stone and I scream out in anguish, my voice blending with the moaning wind that’s determined to drag me away to my doom. Hand over hand, I haul myself up the steep incline of the Lady’s arm, using the stone mounds of gathered cloth as steep stairs. Rain stings my eyes, making it almost impossible to see, which probably keeps me from focusing too much on just how high up I really am.

Through the howling winds, I can swear I hear her breaths … the sounds of her boots digging into the stone … getting closer … closer …

I climb the last ridge, now hugging the bare stone arm, clinging to its slick, smooth surface for dear life.

Dead end. I’m trapped.

My face presses against the thin flesh of the Lady’s inner elbow, inhaling the pungent aroma of copper and mossy stone.

All those nights I told Cole the story of the Lady, I never realized I was describing the place I would die.

Then, I notice a thin slit of light visible between the panels of skin. I press on one of them, and it buckles.

The rotted panel crashes inward-

I lose my balance and my upper body wedges through the twisted metal, into the statue’s arm. As startled as I am, it doesn’t compare to the shock of what I see.

Hidden inside is a rusted ladder, extending up the entire length of the arm.

Up toward the torch.

That’s where Cole is.

My upper body squeezes through. Pain rips through my fractured rib. I bite down against the tears and seize the nearest ladder rung with both hands.

Ophelia’s hand clamps around my ankle. Her giggles turn into a howl that rivals the storm winds. The sound of splintering stone pierces through the horrific yowl. Her eyes bulge.

I turn just in time to see the stone ledge she’s perched on disappear beneath her. More lightning flashes, providing me with a clear view of it tumbling down the dizzying abyss toward the foamy sea.

Still clutching my foot, Ophelia drops, yanking me downward and jamming my rib cage against the warped panel.

“ Ah! ” The pain’s like a thousand knives carving into my flesh. I can’t breathe …

“Please, Spark! Please!” Ophelia whimpers. “Don’t let me fall! I can’t die! Maddie needs me! Help me! ”

“Hold still!” I yell at her over the pounding fury. Only my tenuous hold on the ladder is keeping us alive. The wind bats us from side to side. With each swaying movement, the metal saws at my ribs.

I grip the ladder tighter. “ Hang on and work with me, Ophelia! ”

It feels like my shoulders are tearing from their sockets. But I pull with all my might until I lift her high enough that she can crawl through herself.

Then we’re finally perched on the ladder, her on the rung opposite me, both gasping for breath.

But there’s no time to rest.

Our eyes lock through the crossbars.

We both grab the rung above at the same time and begin the most important race of our lives.

I scramble upward as fast as I can, ignoring the searing ache in my side with each strain of my arms, the flashes of anguish that burst through my lower body with every pop of my mangled knee. As much as I struggle to outpace her, Ophelia’s eyes are a constant on the other side of the ladder like my dark shadow, a reflection of what I might so easily become if I let my guard down.

With every clang of our boots against the rungs, the ladder shudders and creaks. Just above us, there’s a semi-circular landing leading to a short, curved staircase that twists its way up to a door.

The door that leads to the torch.

Ophelia’s on the side of the ladder that dead ends underneath the half-moon slab of steel, giving me the edge I so desperately need.

One glance into her wide eyes tells me she knows it, too.

Gritting my teeth against the relentless aching tearing through me, I reach up and grab the next rung to haul myself onto the platform-

Rip!

The ladder breaks apart from its moorings and cants away from the landing, tilting me backward-

Ophelia whips around me and leaps, grabbing hold of one of the steps of the smaller staircase.

She twists her body around until she’s facing the rusted crosspieces composing the steps-

I spring after her just as the ladder topples beneath me, leaving nothing but a fifty foot drop into darkness.

Ophelia skitters up the remaining six steps of the smaller staircase. She lunges for the handle on the door-

I tackle her, pinning her down before she can open it. Her elbow slams me in my ribs. The pain’s excruciating and I roll off her, curling into a ball, writhing in misery.

She springs to her feet and stares at me with her emotionless eyes. The toe of her boot mashes into my ribs, and I let loose an agonized scream that echoes down into darkness.

When her boot draws back to kick me down the shaft, I somehow grab it, twisting with what I have left.

Crack!

She drops and tumbles over the edge of the platform, grabbing the end of the ladder, her body flailing like a hooked fish. Then she starts to climb up again, ignoring the moans of the metal as it tries to twist loose and topple into the chasm.

Without looking back, I drag myself up the corroding steps, clutching my side, which feels like it’s on fire. I grip the door handle and fling it open.

I’ve reached the torch at last.

I dash out of the spherical base from which the flame must have once burned, onto a circular dais surrounded by a thin railing. The cloud cover’s dissipated, and I can see the gray waves crashing against the statue far below.

I grip the railing to ward off the dizziness and skirt the base, my heart thudding in my head and throat.

“ Cole! ” I shriek.

And there above me, embedded in two tongues of opaque, synthetic flame protruding from the torch, are two figures.

The outline of a young girl …

And a little boy.

My heart almost bursts.

“ Cole! It’s Lucky! I’m here! ”

Congratulations, Recruit Spark. Select the button to release your Incentive from cryogenic stasis and claim your victory in the Trials.

There are two buttons-marked Juniper and Spark -implanted in the wall.

I reach a trembling finger toward the button that will release Cole and finally end this nightmare-

Ophelia grabs my hand before I can press it. She tries to push her own button instead, but I grip her hand with my free one.

Then we’re locked in a dead heat, each trying to overpower the other. She snarls and jabs her knee into my ribs. I drop to the floor, my eyes fixated on the button that would free Cole, just behind her shoulder, gleaming, taunting me-