Absolute Midnight. Clive Barker

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      And suddenly, the fear drained from Candy and she turned on the spot, addressing the cold, gray walls.

      “I’m ready,” she told them. “Do whatever you have to do. Just get it over with. If you can avoid spilling blood, that’d be great. But if you can’t, you can’t.”

      She didn’t have to wait very long for the cell to respond. Six shudders passed through its walls, ceiling and floor, like tides of life moving in its dead matter, resurrecting it. She understood now why she’d been given a peripheral glimpse of what the cell had been in its last incarnation: the flock of winged beings. She saw them haunting the gray walls still. One life inside another.

      Was the lesson here that she would have been gray and lifeless as the walls if Boa’s soul had not come into her? Was she being warned that the life she was choosing would be a cell: gray and cold?

      She didn’t believe it. And said so.

      “I’m more than that,” she told the shimmering gray. “I’m not dead matter.”

      Not yet, Boa crowed.

      “Are you ready to do this?” Candy said and thought to both wall and Princess. “Because I’m getting bored with all these stupid threats.”

      Stupid? Boa raged.

      “Just do it,” Laguna Munn said, her voice quickening the powers in the walls. “Quick and clean.”

      “Wait!” Candy said. “I just wanted Boa to know I’m sorry. If I’d known she was there I would have tried to set her free years ago.”

      If you’re looking for absolution, Boa said, you won’t get it from me.

      “Then that’s an end to that,” Laguna Munn said, her response making Candy realize with a shock that the old woman had been listening in on her thoughts from the beginning. “Let’s get this done, one way or the other. Candy! Palms to the wall. Quickly!”

      Candy lay her palms on one of the walls. Instantly she could see the creatures dancing in the solid air beyond. Their wings and bodies shed the flakes of white gold that decorated them. They converged on Candy’s palms, the fragments flowing together into two gilded streams.

      She felt them against her palms, breaking into deltas, spreading along the dry watercourses of the lines upon her hands, and then sinking deeper, dissolving her surface in order to flow into her veins. Her hands became translucent; the brightness inside her flesh was so intense she could see the strong simple lines of her finger bones, and the complicated design of her nerves.

      The brightness quickened once it got to her elbows, like a fire blown by the wind into a thicket many summers dry. It raced up her arms, and across her body.

      She felt it, but it didn’t hurt. It was more like being reminded that this was her.

      She was real: and being real, and her, was—What? What was it? Who was it?

      That was the big question, wasn’t it? When all the fireworks were over: Who was she?

      You’re nothing, Boa said quietly.

      Candy wanted to counter Boa’s insults. But her energies were focused elsewhere: on the rush of awakening that was passing through her body, down from her neck, over her torso, and up, filling the twice-souled vessel above.

      Did you hear me? Boa said.

      “Keep your petty insults to yourself, Boa,” Laguna Munn said. “You may have suffered a little, trapped in the child’s head. But Lordy Lou, there are worse deaths to suffer. Such as the real thing. Oh . . . and while we’re talking, I know what you’re thinking: that once all this is over you’ll have my sons running around doing your bidding!”

      Boa said nothing.

      “That’s what I thought. Well, forget it. There’s only room for one woman in the lives of my beautiful sons.”

      Please, Boa protested. I’d never try to compromise the sacred relationships between you and your sons.

      “I don’t believe you,” Laguna Munn replied plainly. “I think you’d try anything if you thought you could get away with it.”

      I wouldn’t dream of it. I know what you’re capable of.

      “You might think you do but you don’t have the first idea, so be careful.”

      Understood.

      “Good. Now, I should leave this chamber.”

      “Wait,” Candy said. “Don’t go yet. I’m feeling dizzy.”

      “That’s probably because I’m still here gabbing. I should leave you to give birth to Boa.”

      The image Laguna Munn’s words conjured was grotesque. It made Candy feel sicker than ever.

      “It’s too late to feel queasy now, girl. This is dirty magic we’re doing. It’s not the kind of work sanctioned by the Council of the Yebba Dim Day. If it was, you wouldn’t be here. Do you understand?”

      “Of course,” Candy said.

      She understood perfectly well. It was the same in Chickentown. There was a Dr. Pimloft whose offices were above the Laundromat on Fairkettle Street. He’d do certain operations people were too embarrassed to talk to their regular doctors about. Sometimes that was your only choice.

      “I’m going to get out of here,” Laguna said, “before I throw the conjuration off balance.”

      “Where will you be? In case there’s a problem?”

      “It’ll be fine,” Mrs. Munn said. “You want to be separated, after all. So . . . here comes the conjuration. I designed it to do what you require. So let it do its job.”

      There was a sound like someone chopping with axes from behind Mrs. Munn, and a shadow-bird—or something like it—rose from the darkness and flew in and out through the intricate pattern, wall to wall to wall to wall, before disappearing into the darkness behind Mrs. Munn.

      “What was that?” Candy said.

      “The chamber is getting impatient,” she said. “It wants me gone.”

      The phenomena occurred again, exactly as before.

      “I should go,” Laguna Munn said. “Before this gets any worse.”

      Candy suddenly felt weak and her legs buckled beneath her. She tried to make her legs respond to her instruction, but she realized she was no longer the mistress of her body. Boa was.

      “Wait . . .” Candy started to say, panic rising in her chest. But even her tongue wouldn’t do as she instructed. And it was almost too late. Laguna Munn had turned her back on Candy, preparing to leave.

      It’s over now, the Princess said.

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