"Oh yeah!" I shout as the mere sight of it makes my heart almost burst with joy. I shout as the mere sight of it makes my heart almost burst with joy. "Oh yeah, oh YEAH!" "Oh yeah, oh YEAH!"
That"s my sister! Wisty"s alive! She"s just set herself on fire, and that, believe it or not, is a good thing.
Wisty AS SURE AS I am Wisteria Rose Allgood, I have only one thought: I"m gonna I"m gonna burn burn everything and everyone around me. Burn it all down. everything and everyone around me. Burn it all down.
I"ll start with the death-drenched stage, move on to this ridiculously pompous plaza, then hit the whole cold city of stone-this disastrous nightmare of a world. Even if I fry myself to ash in the process, I am going to obliterate all of this, all of them.
The One Who Is The One just killed my friend Margo up on that stage from h.e.l.l. I recognized her even with a hood over her head. Her purple sneakers and black-and-purple cargo pants were the giveaway. The silver streaks and stars on the sneakers were the final clue. Margo, the last punk rocker on Earth. Margo, the most fearless and dedicated person I"ve ever known. Margo, my dear friend.
Don"t ask me why that monster in the black silk suit was pretending she was me. All I know is that I"m going to burn that evil madman to cinders. I"m going to burn that evil madman to cinders.
So I turn myself into a human torch, just as I have in the past. Only this time I abandon all caution. Suddenly ten-, twenty-, thirty-foot tongues of flame are coursing around me, ripping upward in the formerly cool afternoon air.
The crowd backs away, screaming, and I can"t help myself: I smile. I nearly laugh out loud.
And I"m about to turn the heat up another notch-to send jets of fire everywhere around me, to burn brighter and hotter than ever before-when my breath catches in my throat.
I feel him. him. I feel his wretched, diseased mind. I feel his eyes somehow locking on to me. I feel his wretched, diseased mind. I feel his eyes somehow locking on to me.
A thousand soldiers turn my way in unison, and now it"s The One who"s smiling. He"s starting to laugh. And he"s laughing at me.
I wince as the air rushes out of me. How can he have so much power? How can he have so much power?
I have no choice but to run, at least to try to escape his wrath.
I throw myself into the panicked human tide, my small frame deftly ducking elbows and shoulders. But The One is too close. I can feel his icy gusts chasing me, reaching out with cold, bony fingerlike wisps, grazing my face, my neck, sending a chill so cold it hurts everywhere at once.
I"m starting to think how ironic it is that a firegirl might die in a deep freeze when suddenly I"m smothered by warmth. Somebody grabs me, lifts me up, and nearly squeezes all the breath out of me.
Wisty IT"S MY BROTHER, Whit.
In a flash, he carries me a hundred, two hundred paces ahead, as if I weigh nothing. Then he and I duck behind a high stone wall. For a few precious seconds, we"re out of sight and safe.
I hug Whit with all the strength I have. He finally relaxes his powerful grip enough for me to breathe.
"But if this is really you you..." He trails off.
"Margo," I whisper. "He killed Margo." Then suddenly I"m crying like a baby. I"m shaking, and my teeth chatter hopelessly.
Margo is dead. dead. The girl who helped me put a third piercing in my ear last week. The girl who woke us all up at five a.m. every morning to report for duty, the girl who had more dedication to fighting the oppression of the New Order than the rest of us put together. She was so young. Just fifteen years old. The girl who helped me put a third piercing in my ear last week. The girl who woke us all up at five a.m. every morning to report for duty, the girl who had more dedication to fighting the oppression of the New Order than the rest of us put together. She was so young. Just fifteen years old.
"I told her not to go in that building without more help. I begged her," my brother says. "Why did she go in there? Why? Why?"
"She was always the last to give up on a mission," I remind Whit, as if I"m trying to convince myself that it wasn"t our fault she"d been caught. "First in, last out. That was her mantra, right? Stupid!"
"Courageous," he says, and for an instant I see in his eyes why it is that girls love him, why I I love him. He"s honest and sincere and absolutely fearless. love him. He"s honest and sincere and absolutely fearless.
The mission, one of a dozen attempted rescues we"d undertaken in the last month, was our worst failure yet. We were trying to liberate maybe a hundred kidnapped kids from a New Order testing facility. But our intelligence must have been off. Instead of victimized kids, the building held a platoon of New Order soldiers. They were waiting for us.
"Actually, it"s lucky any any of us-," I start to say. of us-," I start to say.
"Find her!" The speakers mounted in the plaza start vibrating with The One"s irate voice. "There"s The speakers mounted in the plaza start vibrating with The One"s irate voice. "There"s another another conspirator in the crowd! She has flaming-red hair! Close the courtyard exits. Capture her conspirator in the crowd! She has flaming-red hair! Close the courtyard exits. Capture her now! now!"
Whit grabs a gray hat off a pa.s.sing businessman and plunks it down on my head.
"Tuck your hair in, quick," he says.
I"m doing just that when a policeman spots me. He"s a couple of dozen yards away.
Now he"s grabbing for the whistle at the end of a cord around his neck... and he"ll soon have the attention of every soldier in the plaza. Not to mention that of The One, whom I hate hate to mention. to mention.
But then a small black figure leaps up and knocks the policeman down flat on his rear.
Whit and I exchange looks of surprise. He says, "Did you just-?"
But before Whit can finish, the black figure-an old woman-is at our side. She presses into my hand a crumpled, gritty piece of paper. "Take it, take it!"
I swear she"s the weirdest-looking creature I"ve ever seen in my life, and yet I know know her from somewhere. her from somewhere.
"Who are-?"
She cuts me off. "Follow this. Go! I"m a friend. Run. Run. Don"t stop for a single breath, or it"s over. For all of us. Go! Go!"
Somehow she gets behind us, and then she delivers a kick to both of our b.u.t.ts. That sends us staggering into the surging crowd.
I immediately turn back... but there"s no sign of her.
"You heard her," says Whit. "Go! Now! Go!"