Origins. James Frey

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СКАЧАТЬ Now? It’s nothing but a rusty old ax. Marcus thinks that he should offer it to Xander as a gift, a way of saying without saying, The future belongs to you.

      Instead he tosses it in a box, and resolves to throw it away as soon as he gets the chance.

      “I really can’t tell you.” Xander pulls out a pizza box that must have been sitting under his bed for weeks. That would explain the smell. “They swore me to secrecy about all Player stuff, and I don’t think they’re kidding around.”

      Don’t be jealous, Marcus reminds himself, like this is even possible. Like he’s not seething with rage.

      “No worries,” Marcus says. “Feel free to lord it over me with your super-special Player secrets and your exotic classified missions. I’ve got secrets too, you know. You’ll never guess what I’ve got hidden in this sock drawer.”

      “A pack of condoms you ordered online and have been hoarding for so long they’ve probably turned to dust,” Xander says, without missing a beat. “Plus some incredibly foul socks.”

      He’s right on both counts. It only makes Marcus angrier.

      How dare Xander keep secrets?

      How dare he act like everything is the same between them, like they’re still best friends, like everything is fine—when everything is ruined?

      How dare he win?

      There’s an awkwardness between them now, a stiff silence, and Marcus knows it’s his fault.

      “I really thought it would be you,” Xander says, not for the first time. It makes Marcus want to punch him, because how’s he supposed to respond? “So did I”?

      Actually, that’s not a bad idea. So he says it out loud. Then laughs, like it was a joke.

      Xander laughs too. Fakely. It’s even worse than the silence.

      Marcus knows he’s acting like a spoiled brat. Like a child who doesn’t get what he wants and throws a temper tantrum. But it’s not like Xander’s any better, with this humble aw, shucks act, like he’s not loving every minute of this. Maybe it would be different if Xander would just own it, rub his victory in Marcus’s face.

      That’s always been the way between them—always crowing, always bragging, never apologizing.

      They could afford to be honest, because they were on such even ground.

      Not now.

      Now every word out of Xander’s mouth sounds like an apology, and Marcus sees that for what it is: pity.

      “We’ll still be friends,” Xander says, tossing a sweatshirt in his suitcase. It’s Marcus’s sweatshirt, but Marcus doesn’t say anything. Xander’s already taken everything that matters. What’s one sweatshirt more?

      “Yeah, sure,” Marcus says, not even bothering to sound like he means it. “Of course.” Because what’s Xander going to do, come home from swimming the English Channel or battling a fleet of ninjas—then go play video games in Marcus’s basement? Not going to happen.

      “Anyway, I’ve got kind of a surprise for you,” Xander says.

      Marcus grunts. He’s tired of surprises.

      “They gave me three days before I have to leave,” Xander says.

      “For your magical mystery tour.”

      “Yeah. That. Three days . . . and access to a helicopter.”

      Marcus freezes. Despite his foul mood, he feels his lips drawing back in a smile. He can’t stop himself.

      Because he knows what a helicopter means.

      “So?” Xander says, hope lighting up his face. “You in?”

      With a helicopter at their disposal, they can fly from the nearby Daskalogiannis airport to Nea Kameni, a remote, uninhabited island where an active volcano pokes out of the Aegean and into the clouds. They can, as they have done before, hike up to the lip of the volcano and then rappel down into the maw of the beast, feel the heat of the lava on their backs, test themselves against the most powerful foe nature has to offer. Thirty-five hundred years ago, a volcanic eruption on the island of Thera destroyed the Minoan settlement at Akrotiri and devastated communities all along the coast of Crete. The eruption spelled the beginning of the end of Minoan civilization—now, every time Marcus bests a volcano, he feels he’s striking a blow on behalf of his ancestors. It’s rare they can find a way to get themselves to Nea Kameni—rarer still that Xander agrees to try. He may have overcome his childish fear of heights, but he’s never much liked the idea of climbing into a massive cauldron of boiling lava. Marcus usually has to butter him up for days, whine and plead and promise to do his homework, before Xander finally gives in.

      Not this time, obviously.

      Xander knows what he’s doing, dangling this trip before Marcus. A volcano climb is the one thing he can’t resist.

      “No way will they let you,” Marcus says, trying hard to maintain his sulk. It’s tough: Even thinking about the climb has him jittery with excitement. “You think they’re going to let their precious Player risk himself on a stupid volcano?”

      “Leave that to me,” Xander says. “If I can’t handle a few overprotective instructors, how am I supposed to save the world?”

      Good question, Marcus thinks.

      Then he thinks:

      Enough.

      Yes, a mistake has been made. Yes, Marcus deserved this win. Yes, he is in despair, and his life is pretty much over. But that’s not Xander’s fault. And if their positions were reversed, Xander would find a way to accept it. He would find a way to be happy for Marcus, because that’s the kind of person he is.

      Marcus resolves to be that kind of person too.

      He resolves to be happy for Xander.

      Or at least do a better job of faking it.

      It is easy, at the base of the volcano, to imagine they are the last two people on Earth. That Endgame has come and gone, the human species wiped off the face of the planet, the two of them abandoned to live out their days on this bare rock. It wouldn’t be so bad, Marcus thinks. Blue sky and turquoise sea, days in the sand and nights by the campfire, nothing to do but race each other up and down the volcano, no one to say who won and who lost, who is special and who is not—no obligations to their people or to the future. Only the present moment, only the two of them.

      The first night, sitting around the campfire, toasting marshmallows and doing their best impressions of Elias Cassadine, it’s hard to remember that this won’t last forever.

      They’ve brought tents, of course, but both of them prefer sleeping under the stars. They lie on their backs, side by side, the silence between them comfortable instead of awkward. Like it used to be, before.

      “What if I can’t hack it?” Xander says quietly.

      “It’s only a couple thousand meters,” Marcus СКАЧАТЬ