Sky on Fire

11 DEAN

AFTER A GOOD, LONG while. The rage receded.

I became aware that I was lying facedown on the linoleum. I tried to move and the pain in my shoulders and quads was unbearable.

I realized I was hog-tied.

Jake had hog-tied me.

I was groggy, and for a moment I just lay there.

Blood from my mouth was sticking my cheek to the inside of the air mask. Slowly I used my tongue to loosen the bond. I felt around in my mouth for broken teeth. There were definitely a couple of teeth missing.

My glasses were gone. Broken, no doubt. Awesome.

I breathed in, taking a good long draw of the moist, clammy air filtered into the mask.

Jake and Astrid came close, arguing.

‘I’m telling you, I was walking around the store. I was going to try the intercom in the back when I heard the noise.’

‘Why were you coming back anyway?’ Astrid asked, her voice muffled through her own air mask.

‘’Cause I missed you. Why do you think? I felt terrible I left that way. I really did.’

‘You probably just came back because you ran out of drugs,’ Astrid hissed.

‘That’s not true.’

They were lifting and fitting the cement blocks back into place.

‘Let’s just fix the wall,’ Astrid said through her mask.

‘Where is everybody?’ Jake asked.

‘Oh, Jake,’ Astrid said, her voice sounding sad. ‘They left. Niko started up the bus and they’re all trying to make it to Denver.’

‘No kiddin’,’ Jake said. ‘I didn’t think he had the huevos to pull something like that.’ He was trying to be jocular, but he sounded exhausted and spent.

I moved my head, shifting my body onto one of my shoulders. The stupid face mask they’d duct-taped to me was cutting into my jaw.

I groaned. The grogginess was wearing off. Listening to Astrid and Jake was bringing me back – mostly because I felt like I was spying on them. I wanted no more of that!

‘You mean it’s just you and Dean?’ Jake asked.

‘I’m awake,’ I said. They didn’t seem to hear.

‘It’s not just me and Dean. Chloe and the twins are here,’ Astrid told him.

‘Well, where are they now?’

‘I told them to lock themselves in the Train,’ Astrid answered.

‘I’m awake,’ I repeated, louder. ‘Can you untie me?’

‘Hey, killer,’ Jake drawled, bending into my field of vision. ‘How you feelin’?’

He nudged me with his foot.

My shoulders were on fire.

‘Untie me!’ I demanded.

‘You gonna behave like a human being? You all done being a monster?’

‘I’m fine,’ I grumbled. ‘And where did you come from, anyway?’

‘I felt bad about the way I left so I was coming back. Then I saw that guy attacking the store. Then I saw you attack the guy. Man, that was something.’

He looked a little green remembering it. But through a face mask, colours are off. I might have been wrong.

‘Lucky I came along when I did,’ he drawled. ‘You might have hurt my girl.’

I turned my face away from him, pressing it to the cold linoleum of the Greenway floor.

He was right.

That felt like the worst thing about everything that had just happened.

I would have hurt her.

He tossed Astrid his pocketknife.

‘Here,’ he said. ‘Why don’t you cut the booker free while I go let the kids out of the Train?’

I craned my neck to watch him go.

But he didn’t head for the Train.

He headed for the Pharmacy.

After she sawed through the ropes, Astrid and I worked on repairing the wall.

She and Jake had put most of the bricks back in place. We were using plumbing caulk to fill between them and to fill the holes where the rocks had crumbled.

It wouldn’t keep anyone out, that was for sure. But it would seal the air out.

Astrid told me that Jake had dragged the body away and then moved the palette loader so that it blocked most of the hole and it wasn’t too visible from outside. She told me the palette loader had had its tyres stripped off and was just rolling on its wheel rims. That seemed weird. Was there some kind of rubber shortage outside?

Jake had also removed the battery from the machine so no one else would be able to use it against us.

I nodded.

That was good. Whatever. We would have to guard the hole, to make sure someone else didn’t just push right through…

It was a mess.

‘We can board it up,’ Astrid said, as if she was reading my mind. ‘We’ll put up plywood. We can make it safe again.’

I could hardly look at her.

I knew she wanted to talk about Jake’s return but I felt wrung out and miserable.

I had killed a man.

I had killed a man.

And I had nearly hurt Astrid.

As for Jake… Well, I was not happy he was back. Not at all.

It was stupid to even think about my chances with Astrid. But with him back, I knew they were down to nil.

And did I mention, I killed a man?

Then Astrid made a weird, choking sound.

I looked at her. She was grabbing her mask.

‘Are you okay?’ I asked.

‘Can’t breathe!’ she gasped. Her eyes were wide and crazed – she was in some kind of panic attack.

She was clawing at her mask, gasping for air.

I dragged her away from the wall, back into the store, into the Home Improvement aisles.

‘Look, it’s okay here!’ I said, gambling that the air would be clean enough – that we’d sealed the leak enough. I ripped my mask off, the tape tearing at my hair and skin. ‘The air’s okay.’

Astrid took off her mask and took in a long, ragged breath. ‘I’m sorry,’ she wheezed. ‘I just started to think about Jake and I felt trapped and then I couldn’t breathe —’

‘It’s okay,’ I said. And before I’d even opened them for her, Astrid was in my arms.

‘Oh, Dean,’ she said, and she looked up at me. ‘I feel bad for him but he’s not the guy for me.’

And God help me, I kissed her.

Her lips on mine felt first as soft as rose petals. Then her lips parted and her mouth was hot and merged with mine. It was, ahhh, the best feeling I had ever felt.

The thing is, it was in me. The type-O aggression. It was there. I could feel myself getting more powerful with every breath, like my blood was growing stronger in my veins. It wasn’t as strong as when I’d been outside, but I could feel the O was gaining force. Suddenly I felt certain that it was going to win and get me under its control, so I tried to push her away from me.

But Astrid Heyman took her two hands and grabbed my head by the hair and brought my face to hers and kissed me.

Her hands were all over me.

My heart – my brain – my soul knew it was wrong.

But my mouth wouldn’t say no and my hands wouldn’t stop touching her. Her back, her belly, her breasts.

My bloodlust wanted her and her bloodlust wanted me just as bad.

So there on the floor of the table linen aisle, we took each other.

It was better than anything I had ever felt, moving in her and through her. My soul and hers exploding inside each other. I don’t know how to describe it. Or if I even should.

We were overcome with madness together. Overcome together.

I’m pretty sure Jake saw us.

In any case, by the time we came to our senses again – by the time we got our clothes back on and our masks back on and by the time I was thinking straight again – he was high.

He had let the kids out of the Train and they were ecstatic that he was back.

They were cooking s’mores over the camp cook stove. I could see the remains of a hot dog and baked beans meal.

Luna sat at his feet, wagging her tail blissfully.

Astrid and I were sweaty and mussed.

We took our masks off as we approached them.

A weird kind of lie, I guess. That we’d had our masks on the whole time. That we hadn’t gone insane and had sex.

‘Hey, you two,’ Jake slurred, his back to us. ‘I was so hungry, we just cooked up some franks and beans. I hope you guys don’t mind.’

‘The wall’s back up,’ Astrid said, bustling off her sweatshirt and tossing the air mask on the empty futon couch. ‘We need to reinforce it, but it’s pretty solid.’

‘Look at my gal. She can do anything,’ Jake said to the kids. ‘I missed her so much! I missed you all, of course, but ’specially my gal, Astrid!’

‘We missed you, too, Uncle Jake,’ Caroline chirped.

She and Henry were toasting marshmallows over the blue butane flame.

‘Look,’ Henry said. ‘I got mine perfect golden.’

‘That’s how our mom likes it, just golden with no burnt parts,’ Caroline added.

‘Takes patience, though,’ Henry commented.

‘And a steady hand.’

‘I just like mine burned,’ Chloe said, putting her marshmallow into the centre of the flame. ‘Look – I’m the Statue of Liberty!’ She held her blazing marshmallow up high.

‘Careful!’ Astrid snapped. ‘You’ll burn someone.’

‘That’s always the risk!’ Jake said.

He looked up at us and his head lolled off to the side and he caught it and grinned even wider.

I’d seen him do that before. He was high.

‘The air’s fine here. No symptoms. Right, kiddos? Chloe’s feeling just fine. We must be far enough away from the hole.’

‘Come on,’ Jake slurred. ‘We got Stay Pufts aplenty.’

‘I’m going to go change clothes,’ Astrid said. ‘I feel dirty.’

Jake watched her leave, a glassy look in his eyes.

‘Sit down, Dean,’ Jake called. ‘Stay awhile.’

He was definitely high on the same stuff he’d been taking before. Jake turned to the twins.

‘Henry, d’ya know what they say about assumptions?’

‘What?’ Henry asked, bright as a penny.

‘Chloe, do you know?’

‘No. What?’ she asked.

‘Assumptions make an ass out of u and me!’

They all thought that was hilarious.

‘Dean knows what I’m talking about, don’t you, Dean?’ He elbowed me in the ribs.

‘Jake, what are you talking about?’

‘Here I am, assuming everything will be the way I left it. But of course, how could it be? I’ve been gone for, what, two days? Two frickin’ days?’

‘Is “frickin” the f-word?’ Henry asked.

‘Yep,’ Jake answered. ‘It sure is.’

‘Told you,’ he said to his sister.

Caroline yawned again.

‘I think I’d better check your bandage, Caroline,’ I said. ‘And it might be time for your medication.’

‘Aw, don’t go,’ Jake said.

He tried to clap his hand on my shoulder and missed somehow, toppling over.

The kids thought this was the funniest thing ever.

‘Oh, Uncle Jake!’ Caroline squealed. ‘You’re such a card.’

‘Uncle Jake?’ I asked. ‘Why’s he an uncle, all of a sudden?’

‘We decided,’ Henry said. ‘Astrid’s the mom and you’re the dad and Jake’s the uncle.’

Oh, boy. Why are kids so… perceptive all the time?

To tell the truth, I liked their idea of the perfect Greenway family. But their timing sucked.

‘Yeah.’ Jake laughed – a tinge of desperation thrown in there. ‘They got it. They got it right. I mean, really, that’s about the long and short of it.’

He got to his feet. He was moving slow, like an old man. A drunk old man.

‘Kids,’ he said. ‘You’ll have to excuse me. But I’m so tired I feel like I could cry blood.’

And he staggered back into the berths.