The Trap

After barely escaping The Mission alive, Gene and Sissy face an impossible task: staying alive long enough to stop an entire world bent on blood hunger. They must use everything they have to protect eachother - and the cure that will turn the blood-thirsty creatures around them into humans again.


2. Two

We plunge into the tunnel. Its opening gapes wide like a diseased mouth that eagerly swallows us whole. Our world of stark white and cobalt skies, in a sudden blink of an eye, is erased with pure black. A hot wind, dank and moist as a tongue, hurls through the bars of our caged car, gusts through our clothes and hair, our clenched hands, our crouched, shaking bodies.

Under us, sparks of light shoot out from the shrieking, braking wheels of the train. As one, we’re flung forward onto the metal mesh floor. Fear hums off our piled bodies in droves. A small hand, clammy with fear, clutches mine. “Not the Palace, not the Palace, not the . . . ” she murmurs. One of the younger girls.

Yesterday, after Sissy and I recovered from the turning (the hellish fever broken, our discombobulated bodies knit back together), we told the girls what we suspected about our destination. Not the Civilization, the idyllic city they’d been told by the Mission elders was filled with millions of humans populating its streets and filling the stadiums and theaters and parks and restaurants and cafes and schools and amusement parks.

But the Palace. Where the Ruler reigns. Where, it is said, the only humans are those imprisoned in the catacombs like cattle in pens. Their individual fates hostage to the whims of the Ruler’s voracious appetite.

For a few minutes, the train drifts along the tunnel before lurching to a stop. Nobody moves as if motion alone will cause the next unwanted chain of events to begin.

“Everyone stay still,” Sissy whispers next to me. “Stay very, very still.” For three days and nights on the rattling train, exposed to wind and sunlight, motion has been our constant companion. This stillness, this blackness, it is a world too suddenly and starkly reversed.

A loud metallic click rings from the train car door. And for the first time in days, the door begins to slide open. The girls nearest to it, screaming, recoil from the opening.

But I leap toward it, grab hold of one of the bars. I lean back, digging in my heels, and attempt to halt its progress. I sense somebody else next to me, also pulling back on the door. It’s Sissy. For days, we’ve tried, futilely, to pry it open. But now, in this dark tunnel that can only portend one thing, we’re trying to close it. But again our efforts are futile. Even as we grunt, our feet scrabbling for position, the door slides open, clicks into place. In the darkness, I hear similar clicks clacking along the length of the train. The doors of each train car are now opened and locked into place.

A wave of cold fear washes over us. Nobody moves.

“What now?” a trembling voice asks from the darkness.

“Nobody move!” Sissy shouts, loud enough to be heard down the length of the train. “Everyone stay where you are!” I feel the strands of her hair brushing against my arm. She’s swiveling her head, trying to get a visual on something, anything. But we see nothing. We might as well be hanging suspended in a black void. And that’s why Sissy warned us not to disembark. We might be stepping off into a steep slope or even a sheer drop.

A loud hiss suddenly explodes from the front car, jolting all of us. A pungent odor of steam and smoke spreads down the tunnel, drifting through the bars of the cars like sodden ash.

And then, only silence.

We huddle closer together, anticipating the sound none of us wants to hear.

“David,” Sissy says. “Toss out one of cans of food.” He does. In the darkness, we hear the can land with a metallic rattle against a floor of some kind. It bounce twice before rolling to a stop.

“Everyone stay on the train,” Sissy shouts. “Gene and I are going out to investigate.” Then she drops through the opening and onto the dark floor of the tunnel. I follow her. The ground is pebbly, rattles under our feet. My eyes are getting used to the darkness and when I look back at the train, I can see the girls. The white of their eyes gleaming slightly, hoping for assurance. But we have none to give them.

“Do you see anything?” Epap whispers. “Sissy?”

“Hold on.”

But he doesn’t. He drops out the train car, rattling pebbles as he lands. He approaches us, arms spread in front. “Only one thing to do, Sissy. Head back the way we came. All of us, we follow the train tracks back outside.”

But Sissy shakes her head. “The entrance to the tunnel must have closed after us. Otherwise light would be pouring in, we’d be able to see more in here.” She’s right. There’s not even a distant dot of light behind us.

Epap speaks, his voice tense with fear. “Doesn’t matter. We need to start moving. Any moment now, duskers might - ”

A loud metallic clang suddenly crashes overhead. Everyone jolts. A few girls scream out.

And then there is light.

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