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       What have I gotten myself into?

      In his arrogance, Peaks had always imagined using Drake as a convenient tool, as if the sick bastard was a screwdriver he could just pull out as needed. He’d also thought he could use and control Dekka Talent.

      Note to self, he thought wryly, don’t assume that young equals weak or compliant.

      Still, he reassured himself, Dragon was within him, and if Drake tried anything . . . and yet, for all that, Peaks was scared all the way down to his liver.

      “Speaking of starving to death, do you have any food?” Peaks asked, trying to sound unimpressed.

      Drake nodded. “A little. I don’t need to eat, but I sometimes like the taste. And Brittany Pig likes to chew on a cracker sometimes. Can’t swallow, of course.” He whipped off his T-shirt, revealing a tight, lean body with six-pack abs and the bulge of a girl’s face rising like a hideous wart on his upper chest.

      Long ago Drake had become fused to Brittany. Brittany had once, many years earlier, been one of Sam and Edilio’s “soldiers,” a moral, religious, decent girl who been driven hopelessly mad. The metal wires of her broken braces still protruded from the mouth that liked to chew and then spit out the occasional cracker or cookie.

      It was testimony to the horror of the cave, candlelight flickering off bleached bone and tattered skin, that Peaks barely bothered to notice Drake’s . . . companion.

      Drake whipped his python arm through the air and snatched a box of Ritz crackers and tossed it to Peaks. “You can have these, but feed one to Brittany Pig.”

      And Tom Peaks—once one of the most secretly powerful people in the country—realized he lacked the strength of will to refuse. Gingerly he fed a Ritz to the wire-jutting mouth and watched with morbid fascination as she chewed and let the results dribble down Drake’s belly.

      “So now what, mastermind?” Drake asked. “You promised me Astrid. I’ve got room for her on my wall.”

      “There’s security on Ellison and Temple, and it’ll be doubled or tripled now,” Peaks said through his cracker crumbs. “But a month from now?” He shrugged. “It’s all coming apart now, Drake. Civilization is cracking and crumbling. Law and order won’t be sustainable.”

      Drake tilted his head, genuinely interested. Crumbling civilization sounded like just the thing for him.

      “We thought we could contain this, but we can’t,” Peaks said.

      Drake’s whip snapped again, and from the darkness emerged a warm can of beer, which Peaks drank gratefully.

      “Tell me,” Drake said. “Give me your play-by-play.”

      Peaks considered. “Well, look at it this way. The Perdido Beach Anomaly, the FAYZ, was a massive blow to everything humans thought they knew. And the more we learned, the worse it got. What happened inside that dome was impossible under the laws of physics. Which means the laws of physics are either bullshit, or they are like computer code and can be hacked, or”—he shrugged—“or everything is an illusion.”

      Drake nodded. “We’re their TV.”

      “The Dark Watchers?”

      “Whatever,” Drake said. “Brittany Pig says they’re gods, right, Piggie?”

      The mouth on his chest gnashed and a whispery voice, speaking in gasps, said, “Gods of hell, not heaven.”

      “See? She’s fun to talk to.”

      I’m going mad, Peaks thought. I’m going absolutely insane. I’m in a cave decorated with crucifixion victims, chatting with a serial killer who feeds crackers to the girl who lives on his chest.

      “So,” Drake pushed, “what happens if civilization crashes and burns?”

      Peaks shrugged. “Then we’re back to evolution, survival of the best adapted, the most fit. People who adapt survive; those who don’t, don’t.”

      Drake had lit a collection of twigs and now had a small fire going. Peaks watched the smoke rise. There was another opening to the cave, that was clear, something that acted as a chimney.

      “What is it you want, Drake?” Peaks asked.

      “Me? Just my usual fun.”

      “That?” Peaks nodded toward the hanging bodies.

      “And more. See, thing is, Tom, I can’t be killed. Everyone’s tried. But somehow I just keep coming back. It’s kinda weird until you get used to it. Like when Brianna chopped me up and scattered pieces everywhere. I reassembled. Then Sammy boy burned me to ashes. But there was a chunk of me left from Brianna’s work, and that’s all it took.” He shook his head as if remembering better times. “I didn’t have, you know, thoughts or anything. But when that last piece of me started to grow, well, pretty soon—BAM!—I was back to being me. Me and Brittany Pig. So, see, I’m not worried about adapting or evolving or even surviving.”

      “So, you won’t be going to college,” Peaks said, deadpan.

      Drake showed wolfish teeth. “I’m a simple boy with simple needs.”

      “Torture. Rape. Murder.”

      “Don’t knock it if you haven’t tried it. You know that guy, that rich tech guy who disappeared a couple years ago? That’s him.” He nodded at the crucified man. “Day one he offered me a million dollars. The next day he offered to give me a billion dollars.” Drake smiled, enjoying memories. “What are you after, Peaks?”

      Tom Peaks thought it over. He’d been a respected and powerful man. He’d had a family, a career, things he liked and cared about and enjoyed. But that was all gone now.

      “Survival,” Peaks said. My God, he thought, is that really it? Is that what it’s come down to? From running HSTF-66 to praying for mere survival at any cost . . . in just a week?

      Drake laughed. “You aren’t me, Peaks. I can’t be killed, but you can be. Sooner or later they’ll get you.”

      Peaks wanted to argue, but something inside him was crumbling like a stale cookie. He felt sick, sick down to his soul. He had lost his family . . . his career . . . his meaning in life. He had shocking power as Dragon, but he knew what assets the government had, and he knew Drake was right. They would find him and they would kill him.

      “You don’t even know how to process this, do you?” Drake mocked. On his chest, Brittany formed a leering, metallic grin. “You’d have lasted about six weeks in the FAYZ. Caine Soren would have had you licking his shoes for a hunk of boiled rat. You think you’re all bad-ass with your Godzilla thing, but you barely survived Dekka and Shade Darby. Be glad ol’ Sammy doesn’t still have his powers. Wimp.”

      That insult caused a flare-up of pride, and Peaks almost said something. Almost. The truth was, he was scared. Scared of the future, scared of what he’d done. Scared to death СКАЧАТЬ