Flesh-&-Bone(125)

Saint John walked slowly toward Mother Rose. He had no weapon in his hand, but she wasn’t fooled. Saint John himself was a weapon, and every fold and pocket of his clothes hid blades. He was, after all, Saint John of the Knife. How many times had she seen this man reach out in the most casual fashion, his hand seemingly empty at the beginning of a gesture and filled with steel at the end, and between start and finish the air bloomed with red. He was the greatest killer the world had ever known; she believed that with her whole heart, even if she had never believed in the saint’s God or the Night Church.

To her, it was all a scam. A means to an end.

And this was an end.

Not the one she dreamed of. Not the one she wanted.

Saint John stopped inches away. His face, though not handsome, was beautiful, the way the carved faces of saints in churches are beautiful. Cold and remote and inhuman.

Tears dropped from Mother Rose’s eyes. She knew they would do nothing to change the shape of this day. Nor would anything she could say.

If her reapers were closer, if Alexi was alive, if they had the weapons from the shrine, then she would have tried to manage this moment. To shape it, to try and work a con on the saint.

But those possibilities had set with the burning sun.

She said, “I’m sorry.”

Strangely, surprisingly, she meant it.

Saint John bent close and kissed her on the lips. Without passion, but with love. With the kind of love only he understood.

“I know,” he said.

“Please don’t let it hurt,” she whispered.

“No,” he said.

And it did not.

Mother Rose fell into his arms, and Saint John lowered her to the ground. Then he stepped back, turned, and with Brother Peter at his side, walked away.

She lay there as the sun set. Time was dancing away from her.

There was movement somewhere to her right, and she managed to turn her head, just a little. Brother Alexi was stirring, crawling across the grass toward her.

Alive, she thought, her heart filling with joy. My love is alive.

Except that he wasn’t.

The giant was as pale as the distant stars, and as he bent toward her she could see the darkness. It was in his eyes and in his open mouth.

It’s real, she thought. Her last thought. The darkness is real.





93

WHEN BENNY OPENED HIS EYES ONCE MORE, THE WORLD HAD CHANGED.

It wasn’t the inside of the plane. It was daytime.

There was a motor roar, and even though he could not turn his head, he could cut his eyes left and right. There were quads. Riot and Chong on one. Nix and Eve on another. A big dog galloping along with them.

Is that a dog barking? wondered Benny. The dog was all in armor, and Benny thought that was cool.

He heard the motors slow.

“Sanctuary,” said a voice.

Nix?

He thought so.

“We have to hurry,” said another voice. Joe. “He’s slipping fast.”

Benny wondered if they were talking about him.

Or Chong?

The quads moved forward, and Benny looked up to see a big chain-link fence.

We’re home, he thought. We made it all the way back to Mountainside.

But there was a sign beside the gate he’d never seen on the fence back home. It read: SANCTUARY

GIVE ME YOUR TIRED, YOUR POOR

YOUR HUDDLED MASSES YEARNING TO BREATHE FREE

But below that the original words were still visible, though sand-blasted to pale ghosts of letters by the unrelenting desert winds. As Benny passed the sign he read it: AREA 51





UNITED STATES AIR FORCE


THIS IS A RESTRICTED AREA


TRESPASSERS WILL BE PROSECUTED


He closed his eyes again and the world went away, taking all its puzzles and mysteries with it.





EPILOGUE

-1—

BENNY SAW TOM THERE IN THE DARKNESS.

His brother stood halfway down a long hallway that vanished into soft gray light. Tom was dressed for the Ruin, with his leather jacket and the kami katana slung over his shoulder.

“Tom?”

His brother turned slowly toward him.

He looked younger than Benny remembered. There were fewer shadows in Tom’s eyes.

“Hey, kiddo,” said Tom. “You have any idea what happened?”

“Yeah, a zombie hit me with a stick.”

“Crazy, huh? Bet you didn’t think that could happen.”