’Cause I’d like, be dead instantly. Bright side, my ass. Ryodan knows just how to push my buttons.
I roll my eyes, close the door and sit back down. I’ll be fourteen later. Like probably next year. When I’m fifteen.
Without looking up, he says, “I said get out of here, kid.”
“Cancel your plans, dude. Folks are dying. We’ve got work to do.”
This one takes the cake, way out on the south side of Dublin, where things get rural.
Behind a shack that’s barely managing to stay upright, with a swayback porch and a roof that looks like a really old person’s mouth without dentures in, a man, a woman, and a little boy are frozen, doing laundry the old-fashioned way that Ro used to wash her Grand Mistress robes. She said it kept her humble. There wasn’t a humble bone in that porky old witch’s body, not even a nice hair anywhere.
The man’s hands are iced to an antique washboard and he has some weird kind of metal thing iced on his shoulders like part of a frame that holds your head still if you broke your neck. The child is frozen, banging a spoon against the bottom of a battered pot. I don’t let myself look at the kid long. It slays me when they die. He never even got to have a life. The woman got iced while she was lifting a shirt from a bucket of soapy water. I stand at the edge of the lawn, shivering, absorbing as many details as I can from a distance, getting ready to freeze-frame in. If this scene behaves anything like the others, it’s going to explode soon.
“How did you even hear of this one?” The pubs I understand, even the fitness center because it was in Dublin and Ryodan knows everything that goes on in the city. But these are farmers doing laundry out in the country.
“I hear everything.”
“Yeah, but how?”
“That was supposed to terminate your line of questioning.”
“Dude, news flash. ‘Supposed to’ never works with me.”
“Observations.”
“They knew it was coming, whatever it was.” Which makes me feel a whole lot better. I can stop worrying about dying with no warning. Although the boy was looking down at the pot he was holding, the grown-ups’ mouths were open, their faces contorted. “They saw it and screamed. But why didn’t they run? Why didn’t she drop the shirt she was washing? It doesn’t make sense. Does it freeze them mildly before it totally ices them? Could they have a small reaction but not be able to fully move? Did it sneak up on the other folks at the other scenes from behind?”
“I need answers, kid, not questions.”
I puff out a breath. It gets foggy but doesn’t ice. “It’s not as cold as the other scenes.”
“It’s older. It’s thawing.”
“How do you know that?”
“There’s a drop of condensation on the end of the man’s nose that’s about to fall.”
I squint. “I don’t see no stinking drop. You can’t see that far that clearly.” I have supereyes and I can’t see it.
“Jealous, kid.” He lets the last word rise that one-hundredth of a note that he does sometimes when he’s humoring me. There’s a smile in his voice. It pisses me off more.
“There is no fecking way you can see a drop of water from here!”
“There’s another sliding down between the woman’s breasts. Just above the mole on her left one.”
“Dude, you can’t outsee me by that much!”
“I can out-everything you.” He gives me a look that I usually see in the mirror.
Just like that I’m in a total snit. “Then I guess you don’t need me, and I’m wasting my time.” I turn around and stomp back to the Humvee. But before I make it five steps, he’s in my way, looming over me, arms crossed, looking at me weird. “Not in the mood, Ryodan. Get out of my way!”
“Being needed is toxic.”
“It’s good to be needed. Means you’re important.”
“It means there’s an imbalance of power. There was no shortage of life-suckers before the walls fell. You’re not responsible for the world just because you’re more capable.”
“ ’Course I am. That’s what more capable folks do.”
“You could ask me to teach you.”
“Huh?” This night is getting weird in a hurry. “Teach me like you’re teaching a class or something? What are you going to call it: ‘You Too Can Be a Sociopath 101’?”
“It would be more like a graduate-level class.”
I start to snicker. His sense of humor sneaks up on you. Then I remember who’s talking and bite it off.