Tim Lebbon - London Eye

Jack rushed to Jenna, kneeling beside Sparky and Emily and looking at her wounded stomach. The tear from the bullet was still obvious and horrific, but there were no other wounds to show where Ruben's hands had entered.

Ruben was looking at his hands, gently dabbing the smears of blood that speckled them like liver spots. There was nowhere near as much as there should have been.

“Where's the bullet?” Sparky asked. He crawled around the end of the sofa and looked behind it, stretching his arm into the gap between sofa and wall. “Bloody hell,” he muttered, standing with the prize in his hand. The bullet was half the size of his thumb, squashed and distorted by the impact on Jenna's flesh.

“Move aside, please,” Rosemary said. She nudged past Jack, waited while Ruben crawled across the floor, and knelt beside Jenna.

The girl screamed, hands pressing down onto her wound once more.

Rosemary put her hands on Jenna's stomach, grew very still, and her face went blank.

“That was incredible!” Sparky said. He'd hardly left Jenna's side since Rosemary had healed the wound, and now he sat at one end of the sofa with the girl's head in his lap. She seemed to be asleep now rather than unconscious, and she had already stopped moaning from the pain. “She was dying in front of us, and now…” He shook his head.

“It's just what we can do,” Rosemary said, but she was smiling.

“It's a miracle! No bloody wonder the Choppers are hunting you all.”

“Yes, well, I'd rather not be hunted,” Ruben said.

“They told us you were all monsters,” Emily whispered. “They showed pictures on the telly and the Internet. Pictures of… monsters .”

Ruben smiled and motioned for Emily to go to him. She sat beside him on the other, smaller sofa in the room.

“Do I look like a monster to you?” he asked.

“Of course not. You look like my friend Olivia's dad.”

Jack laughed, and Ruben honoured him with a smile as well.

“And is Olivia's father a monster?”

“No,” Emily said. “Though he's a bit gruff sometimes. And he smells of smoke.” She frowned. “I've always known they were lying, because Jack made sure I did. But they still tell everyone else that anyone left alive in London is a mutant. Dangerous.”

“Some are,” Ruben said, smiling ruefully. “Some are.”

“They met some Superiors back at the hotel,” Rosemary said.

“But they helped us,” Jack protested. “If it weren't for them…” He thought of Lucy-Anne, and the guilt cut in again, harsh and sharp. Is there someone that can heal me of this? he wondered, and he thought there probably was. But some things needed to be suffered.

“And if the Choppers hadn't turned up,” Rosemary said, “there's no saying what Puppeteer and Scryer would have done to us.”

“Maybe Lucy-Anne is with them!” Emily said. “Maybe they rescued her, and-”

“If they had, they'd have let her go again,” Ruben said. “Even we're looked down upon by them, but you…”

“We're normal,” Emily said.

“My girl,” Ruben said, “I'll tell you something, and whether or not your brother or friends agree, you listen to me because I know: there's no such thing as normal.”

“So maybe she went north to look for her brother?” she said.

“She's dead,” Sparky said. “She was mad, grief-stricken, no way she'd have come to her senses quick enough to hide or get out. No way.”

“We can't know that for sure,” Jack muttered, but a voice inside was whispering we can, we know, we're sure. He turned to Rosemary. “How safe are we here?”

“As safe as anywhere,” Rosemary said. “We use a house a couple of times, then abandon it. I hid here for a week a few months ago when the Choppers did a sweep through this part of town.”

Ruben grunted. “They took Horace, Pat, and Bethany, that time.”

“So, yes, it's safe,” Rosemary said, sighing sadly. “I think we should stay here tonight, give Jenna a chance to get her strength back.”

“But you've cured her,” Emily said. “Why can't we just go and find Lucy-Anne, then look for my mum and dad.”

Rosemary and Ruben swapped glances, and Jack saw their loaded look.

“What?” he asked.

“I've cured her, but she's tired from what she's been through,” Ruben said. “She needs a rest.”

“Not that,” Jack said. “There's something else, isn't there?”

“Your parents,” Ruben said. “Rosemary told me who you are, though I wasn't aware she'd gone out to get you.”

“Do you really want her to hear this?” Rosemary said, nodding at Emily.

Jack went to say something, but Emily beat him to it. “I'm older than I look.” She stood, left the sofa, and sat beside Jack on the floor.

“Okay then,” the healer said. “But you're not going to like it.”

“Tell me something new,” Jack said.

Sparky laughed softly. “The world's gone to shit.”

Rosemary started talking.

She told them all about Reaper. Emily glared at Jack.

“She only mentioned it just before she went,” he said. “I'd have told you.”

Her glare softened. “He's alive. Anything else doesn't really matter right now.”

“I'm afraid it does matter,” Ruben said. “Reaper is like those Superiors you met at the hotel, only much worse. He barely acknowledges that we exist, and as for outsiders…I've no idea how he'll react. He might just kill you, I suppose.”

“But he's our father,” Jack said.

Rosemary shook her head slowly. “Jack, Emily, his time as your father ended two years ago. The virus Evolve altered his mind, just as it altered the minds of everyone else in London it didn't kill. But with him and the Superiors, it changed so much more. He's a different man now. He'll know you, perhaps, but that might not mean anything. Although we hope…” She trailed off and looked across at Jenna, lying peacefully asleep with her head resting on Sparky's thigh.

“You never came looking for her dad, did you?” Jack asked. “You obviously knew about what he'd done, and what he'd had done to him. But you came looking for me and Emily.”

“Yes,” Rosemary said. “Because of Reaper, and because of what you might be able to make him do.”

“But you're telling me I can't make him do anything! He'll barely know us, that's the impression you're giving. What the hell am I supposed to do?”

“He's my daddy,” Emily said, and Jack could see that the raised voices were upsetting her. But this was something that he could not leave alone: another lie, another deception, and now he needed to know the truth. Lucy-Anne was gone, Jenna had almost been killed, and the time for being blind was over.

“We're desperate,” Ruben said, and the fat man looked suddenly vulnerable and hopeless. “The Choppers pick us off the streets one by one, take us away, and cut us up to…to look for what makes us what we are. We're just lab rats to them, not humans. Sometimes they capture a Superior, but usually it's us Irregulars.”

“Because the Superiors put up more of a fight?” Jack asked.

“Yes, because they're able to,” Rosemary said. “Many of us have powers that are benevolent by their very nature. Mine, Ruben's. But the Superiors…well, you've seen what some of them can do. And there are more.”

“So have you tried to hook up with them?” Sparky asked. It seemed so obvious to him. “Join forces to take on the Choppers? From what I've seen round here so far, you lot just hide out in little groups or alone, sneak around at night like bloody rats trying not to get trapped. Get active, not passive.”

“We tried fighting back on our own, first of all,” Ruben said. “Six months after Doomsday, all of us still trying to come to terms with what had happened to London, what had happened, and was still happening to us-”