Stone Cold

Chapter 13

TERRIC

Eli came by often to make sure I was drugged so heavily I couldn’t feel the pain anymore. And even though that meant I couldn’t think clearly, I was glad for it. Glad for the respite.

I didn’t know why I was drugged. Without magic, shackled to this cage, I wasn’t exactly the biggest threat on the planet.

A sound like a stone cracking steel rang out so loud I came awake gulping air.

“This,” Krogher said, only inches away.

He’d never been this close to me. There had always been bars between us.

Eli stood by the small table, a Beckstrom disk in his hand, one of the ones he said didn’t work, or sometimes worked as a magnifying glass, or something he’d said a long time ago. It had something to do with Davy and the drone and lies and control.

The disk was smoking, the metal a useless burnt lump.

Krogher was still talking. To me, I realized, much to my surprise. I stared at his lips, trying to focus on the words.

“. . . final day for you, Mr. Conley,” he said. “We want to thank you for your service to the United States government and its allies. I can assure you there will be a job waiting for you, a modest home, and a small amount in savings as a token of our appreciation.”

I blinked hard. He was still there. So was Eli, standing to my side.

Not a hallucination, then.

“. . . understand me?” Krogher asked. “I thought you said he’d be clear by now.”

“He is,” Eli said. “Just about now.”

“This is your last day,” Krogher said. “We’ll be letting you go, Mr. Conley.”

“Go?” I asked, my voice a shadow in the room. That didn’t seem right. They were letting me go? I looked up at Eli. He raised his eyebrows. That didn’t help me much.

“Where?”

“We are relocating you, Mr. Conley,” Krogher said. “Of course.”

Of course. Which meant not at all. I might be drugged out of my brain, but I wasn’t stupid.

“But first, we must be certain that none of this will ever become a problem for us,” Krogher said. “Mr. Collins, please proceed.”

This was a problem. I knew what they were doing—making sure I never talked about any of this. If I were the one calling the shots, I’d know exactly how I’d achieve that goal.

“My pleasure,” Eli said. Krogher walked out of the cage, his footsteps a fading echo across the walls and ceiling as he left.

“So,” Eli said once he was sure Krogher was gone. “I am going to Close you, Terric. Wipe out all your memories. You know the most delightful thing about all this? It is up to me. It is in my hands to decide what you become. I can mold you. I can break you. Give you a good life, make every day a worthless, living hell. I am your god.”

He smiled. “I have to say it is not a bad position to have landed in. But before I Close you, I want you clear and sober. I want you to really understand exactly what I’m doing to you. Would you like some coffee?”

He turned and I heard the rising treble of liquid filling a cup, smelled the rich, warm scent of coffee. My mouth watered. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d eaten. Couldn’t even remember water. Glanced at my arm. Cotton and tape there where an IV had been attached.

How long had I been here?

“What day is it?” I asked.

Eli strolled over and set the coffee down on a table next to the cot where I sat. He took the only chair in the cage, turned it to face the cot, and slurped the hot edge off his cup before sitting down.

“Wednesday.”

“What month?”

“March.” He watched me as he took another drink of coffee. Then, “Just one Wednesday since I pulled you out of your kitchen, as a matter of fact.”

I was sitting, but my hands were no longer chained. I reached over, picked up the coffee, trying to keep it steady and not spill. My feet were free. I wore loose pants like something found in a prison or hospital, and a white T-shirt. I was barefoot and the floor was smooth, concrete, and cold.

One Wednesday. I tried to think through the implications of that.

Lifting the coffee was almost more than I could manage, but I didn’t spill it as I drew it toward my mouth. I shouldn’t be this strong. Not after what he’d done to me.

“It’s been months,” I said. I took a sip and held my breath against the pleasure and pain of it. I felt like I hadn’t eaten in years. “At least that.”

“Yes, at least that,” he said, enjoying my confusion. “It seems like such a long time you and I have spent together. And yet . . . something tells you that’s wrong. So. Do you have it? Do you understand it yet?”

The stone-on-steel sound that woke me. The burnt disk. I hadn’t been sleeping. I’d been wrapped in magic.

Son of a bitch.

“Time,” I said. “You cast Time.”

“Head of the class. I guess I didn’t scramble your brain as much as I thought I did. What has been months for you, six, if you’d like to know, has been only days. Six, as a matter of fact.”

He’d cast Time and held the spell so we experienced a month a day. That was very precise work, something only a genius magic user would even try to attempt.

To break the spell and land us back in the correct flow of reality’s time took a deft touch. And apparently blew the hell out of a Beckstrom disk.

No wonder Eli looked so tired. Holding that spell for nearly a week would exhaust anyone. I just hoped it had exhausted him enough to make him sloppy.

“And since I’m locking your life away in a box and melting down the key, I thought I’d tell you everything,” he said. “Anything you want to know, I’ll tell you. Think of it as my way of thanking you for not dying before I was done with you. Ask.”

“How many people, spell holders are there?”

“Really, Terric? Business to the end? Save the world at all costs? I’d expected more from you.”

“How many?”

“Drones? Just under a hundred. Each topped off with magic and showing no signs of decay.”

“Who are they targeting first?”

“Soul Complements. Don’t you remember me saying so? Maybe you were too . . .” He made the circle motion by his ear.

“When?”

“I believe I’ll be briefed on that today. But if I had to guess?” He swallowed coffee. “Immediately. Krogher and his division don’t like loose ends left behind. And they most certainly do not like people out in the world who can break magic and use it as a deadly weapon. Company motto: Sooner the enemy is dead, the better.”

“Did you kill Davy?”

“No. I did much worse than that to him.”

“What? What did you do to him?”

“I triggered spells carved into him so that he is no longer solid. No longer a real boy. He begged me. Begged me to let him go. So I did. Maybe not the way he wanted me to, but I think he got what he deserved. He is no longer bound to this world. Magic gave him a way out, as only magic can. If you know what I mean, Terric?”

He waited, studying my face. I had no idea what he meant. But then, madmen aren’t easy conversationalists.

“Anything else?” He glanced at the watch on his wrist. “We are running a little behind schedule and I’d hate to keep the government waiting.”

“Did you kill Shame?”

He paused, cup tipped halfway to his mouth.

“Oh yes. Very much so. I shot him. Over and over again. Until I saw him fall. Until I saw him take his last breath. You should know. You should have felt the snap of your soul from his, a bone break so deep the pain blinds. Did you feel that, Terric? Did you feel his soul and life severed from you?”

He had asked me that before. This time I answered.

“Yes,” I whispered, the memory of that moment, of watching, feeling Shame die burning like acid across my mind. “I just wanted to hear it from your lips,” I said. “Wanted to hear that you killed him. Because after this is done—these orders of yours—I’m going to find you, and I’m going to kill you, Eli. It doesn’t matter what you do to me. Doesn’t matter if you Close my mind, take magic away, wipe my memories. I will find you. And then you’ll be dead.”

The corner of his mouth twitched upward. “Wouldn’t that be something? I’d like you to try, Terric. Truly, I would. At least it would be something to look forward to.” He took another drink of his coffee. “Now we really must get on with it. Let’s have at it, shall we?”

“One last thing,” I said. “There’s no house and job at the end of this for me, is there?”

He shrugged. “You’ll think there is.” He tapped his temple. “That’s all that matters, isn’t it?”

I gripped my coffee cup tighter. He’d have to touch me to Close me. I’d have one chance at this. At knocking him out. At escape.

Eli stood.

Be tired, Eli. Be sloppy.

The shadows shifted outside the bars of my cage. A man stood just outside, shuffling forward as if sleepwalking. One of the drones. He held his hands palm out in front of him, thumb and forefinger touching.

I’d seen drones like him before. When Shame and I had tried to stop Eli from taking Davy. When Shame and I had tried to stop Krogher from killing Dessa. When Shame and I had failed.

The drone would be the power behind Eli’s spell. But there would be no spell if Eli had a concussion. Hard to concentrate on spell casting when your brain was bleeding.

One more step.

Eli stopped, just outside my reach. Began drawing the spell.

My heart was pounding. I’d drawn that spell a hundred times before. I’d taken people’s memories away; I’d taken away their ability to use magic. I knew what kind of concentration went into it.

Closing was not as easy as it looked. As a matter of fact, being a Closer was one of the hardest positions to hold in the Authority.

But I had no doubt that Eli could pull it off. In his right mind. Refreshed.

I gripped the cup, waited for that moment in the spell where he would have to draw the doorway, the opening between his mind and mine. It was a door that only the caster had the key to. I watched his movement so I would know his signature, know his exact lines and style of casting this spell.

So I would know the shape of the key that could set me free.

There. He set the lock, drew the key.

I surged to my feet. Swung with every ounce of strength I had.

Just as the spell triggered.

Just as magic broke free like water from a dam, blasting out from the drone outside the bars and into Eli’s spell.

The mug slammed into Eli’s head with a satisfying crack.

His spell opened its maw and swallowed my mind.

But not before I saw Eli fall, bloody. Unconscious.

And then I was nothing but what the magic wanted me to be.

I was no one.