Reaper's Legacy: Book Two (Toxic City)(45)

Everyone but the boy, Jack. Her boy. In him she had planted the seed of her future and hope for redemption. And she would do everything she could to protect him.

“What?” Lucy-Anne asked as she ran. “Rook, what?”

“Hampstead Heath,” Rook said. “I never thought it would be so…” But she didn't hear what else he said because they were both running, pounding the pavement, and Rook's birds fluttered around their heads, their own evident excitement echoing his.

Lucy-Anne had never been to Hampstead Heath before. She was expecting a park, like any one of London's other large green areas. What she could not prepare herself for was the sheer scale of the place. One moment they were running along a residential street, aiming for a wide junction with shops on the other side of the road. The next moment, they turned a corner and wilderness confronted them. A landscape of greenery, much of it strange. A swathe of wild hillsides, a forest, a jungle of trees and creepers. The shock was immense, and she was almost winded by it. Then when she breathed in again she could taste the Heath, and it was both alluring and terrifying.

“They called it the Lungs of London,” Rook said as they jogged. “So big, it's like a different place. Countryside in the middle of the city. Sucks in a lot of London's pollution, pumps out oxygen. It did, at least. Who knows what it pumps out now?”

Lucy-Anne heard but could not respond. At the end of the street two roads led off, the main one on the left providing what was once a definitive demarcation point between green and grey. Now, that line had been blurred. The Heath was spreading, bleeding greenery from its previously defined borders. The buildings there sprouted grasses, wore climbing plants across their fa?ades, and several seemed to have trees growing through their slated roofs.

Nothing grows that quickly, Lucy-Anne thought. But every sense told her that the Heath no longer obeyed any natural rules she knew. While Evolve had acted upon the human population of London, perhaps here it had also touched the vegetation.

“How the hell are we going to find him in there?” she asked. Rook looked at her, eyes wide with excitement and fear. He could offer her no answer, no comfort. He only took her hand and pulled her along the street.

“The only way is to start looking,” he said. “I've sent my rooks ahead. They've been scouting the land while you rested.”

“And what have they found?”

“Wilderness. Strangeness. Danger.” He smiled at her. “All the usual.”

“And nothing to put me off,” she said.

“Of course.”


They walked on, and Lucy-Anne felt a sudden rush of affection for Rook, and gratitude that he would take it upon himself to do this for her. He was a wild boy himself, and strange, and she knew very well how dangerous he could be. But he was also showing himself to be very human.

“Thank you,” she said.

“Haven't found him yet.” A bird drifted down to Rook's shoulder, and the dark-haired boy tilted his head. When he did that, Lucy-Anne thought he took on the mannerisms and the look of a rook himself.

“Okay,” he said. “We can follow the road onto the Heath. It rises up out of London, and it's pretty overgrown in places. But it looks safe for now.”

Lucy-Anne nodded and, hand in hand, they left the London she had once known.

They entered another world.

Walking into Regent's Park had been strange, with its haunting shadows and strange inhabitants. But Lucy-Anne had always maintained the sense of London around her. The city exerted a gravity that had influenced her every step of the way, present in her memories for each step through the park. Here, she felt different. As soon as they moved out of the built-up area and started across the Heath, she was somewhere else. London and everything that had happened was behind her, and ahead lay a future and a place she could not even guess at.

She sensed strangeness all around, but it was with a kind of detachment that she found comforting. The grass was long and sturdy, and it waved with the breeze, forming complex patterns that seemed to speak of something secret. The trees were heavy with shadow, and lush banks of shrubs could have hidden a thousand watchers. But her focus was narrowing now to include her aim and destination, and little else. Andrew smiled in her mind's eye and laughed in her memory. With the toxic city forgotten, it was his gravity that started to draw her in.

The wide path had once been immaculately maintained, with defined edges and its surface kept free of weeds. That had all changed now. They could still follow the route of the tarmac way, because the weeds and grasses that had grown through it were shorter and scrubbier than the surrounding heath. But nature had very definitely taken over here.

They were climbing slowly but surely towards a wide, gentle hilltop. Lucy-Anne glanced occasionally back the way they had come, and each look offered a more comprehensive view across London. As they approached the crest of the hill she could see Canary Wharf to the left, and to the right the dome of St. Paul's was just distinguishable above the spread of other buildings. Patches of green marked the parks that had grown wild. One tall office building close to the centre of London had been gutted by fire sometime in the past, and now it offered only a fractured skeleton to the sky. Half a dozen smoke trails rose from across the city, leaning to the east like plants erring towards the sun.

“It looks so different even from this far away,” she said.