Wisty's dripping with gruel and rather dazed by what just happened but still sharp enough to realize what she should do next. She unbinds me and removes my gag, all the while staring at the ape-kids, who definitely seem to respect her abilities with fire.
"You stay back or I'll fry you!" she warns. She even throws off a few fresh, sizzling flames.
Then my little sister helps me up, and I realize she's a lot stronger than she looks. "That was so totally messed up," she says quietly. "Let's get out of here while we still can."
Chapter 96
Wisty
As totally screwed up as the past hour was-from my mom and dad's deeply disturbing message, to battling hurricane gales, to the utterly unforgettable experience of Byron Swain embracing, absorbing, breathing in my fire-I still leave the building feeling inexplicably powerful. I'm learning something about myself, even though it's not clear what it is and why The One wants it so badly.
As soon as Whit and I get outside Mrs. H.'s building, there's an incredible windstorm, which can only mean One thing. And you know what? I'm not even that surprised anymore. He is, I hate to say, omnipresent.
I whirl around to face him, as if this is a gunfight. The One is slowly walking up the abandoned street toward us. "This is the grand finale, children of Allgood!" he calls out in warning, which seems unusually fair of him.
"I've given that wretched informant more than enough chances," he continues as he calmly marches forward. "I said that if he failed in his mission, he would be made to suffer-by watching you die slowly and painfully by my hand.
"But since I'm nothing if not evenhanded, one final test. This will be a pass-fail for you and your brother. Maybe the two of you survive, maybe one, probably none. Are you ready, children?" He doesn't wait for an answer. "Then let us begin!"
He stomps the ground with his foot, and an enormous crevasse opens wide and starts racing down the middle of the street, headed right for us.
"I control the earth!" he yells at the top of his lungs. "True or false?"
Whit takes my hand and squeezes. It's amazing how much a little human touch can do. It gives me the boost I need. "We could fly?" I say.
"Worth a try. Focus, now. We can do this."
It's about the fastest morph I've ever done-double-morph, to be exact-and in an instant Whit and I are aloft. Becoming hawks requires a lot more energy than changing into hummingbirds, but I'm filled with a charge and I really let loose. The rush is amazing. Usually The One's very presence is magic-crushing, but right now I feel we're unbeatable as we start pumping our wings triumphantly above the city.
But it's only for about two hundred yards-until a wall of wind hits. We try to catch it and ride it, but the sheer power and force send us careening sideways and then downward.
"I control the wind, the air!" The One bellows. "True or false?"
Whit and I are nearly thrown into one side of a brick-faced office building. But before I have a chance to panic, I've managed to turn us into the first animal I can think of with protective armor: an armadillo. Two of them. We curl up into armored balls and safely bounce off the wall-which, by the way, still hurts-and then we roll down onto the street.
But another huge chasm opens in front of us, accompanied by the roar of the angry One.
"I control the cities and the streets. True or false? I'll give you a hint-that statement is true."
The roadway suddenly explodes into shafts of rock metamorphosing instantly into shimmering crystal, sending razor-sharp shrapnel in all directions. If Whit and I aren't off the ground in a second, we're going to be sliced into nothing.
We leap harder and higher, until I feel not only wings but paws. We're part lion, part bird… the legendary griffin of folklore.
We can transform ourselves into the stuff of imagination?
There are no words for that mind-boggling realization. But it's forgotten in an instant when the spot where we'd just been explodes with a thundering crack. The two buildings on either side of the street collapse. A shock wave and a blast of dust rise after us and send us spinning.
It's dizzying to body and mind. Our power is pretty good, but his is unbelievably overwhelming. Why is he so powerful? Who could control nature like this?
I have a terrible, terrible thought.
Maybe he's God?
There he is. So much larger than life, arms outstretched, eyes locked on us, dark suit impeccable. His mouth works furiously as he summons what appears to be a typhoon out of the sky, spinning toward us.
The herculean-force wind and rain pummeling our wings is too much for them to bear, and we plunge toward the water of the harbor below.
"Extra-credit question!" screams The One. "Who controls the water, the oceans, the rivers, the seas? Oops, time's up. Pens down. I do!"
Chapter 97
Whit
I guess we failed his test. But we won't surrender, no way. That isn't going to happen.
The force of hitting the water might have knocked us out and drowned us if Wisty and I hadn't been almost perfectly in sync. We pull off a near splashless dive and slice through the surface. But underneath, the water is churning and rushing up from the bottom of the sea.
Who controls the water? Who else?
The entire harbor is piling up into one enormous wave-a tsunami to end all tsunamis-and we're floundering, swimming right in the middle of it. Higher and higher it builds. I've never seen anything like it. I think it's safe to assume no one has. Unless we're supposed to take the Great Book literally. Are we?
Wisty and I can't force our way downward against the surge. It's useless even trying to swim at this point. If you can't beat it, join it, right?
And so I imagine us… on longboards. And it actually happens!
"You did that?" Wisty yells as she steadies her footing on the surfboard.
"Yeah!" I shout. "Even if we crash and drown, it'll be some kind of a ride!"
Wisty smiles a crazed surfer-girl grin at me as the wave starts to go down-as we start to go down.
Chapter 98
Wisty
Inabout one and a half seconds, my very brief euphoria changes to dread. Suddenly this massive wave is gaining height again. We're approaching shore and we're maybe a quarter mile in the air. The One's going to wipe out a major chunk of the city if he doesn't stop this madness right now. And that means there are hundreds-make that thousands-of people in terrible danger of being drowned.
Even though I figure that many of them are New Order automatons, I keep telling myself they're living, breathing human beings. And we can't let this giant wave-or The One-crush them. I think I know what I have to do, and there's no time to consult with Whit.
It's what my parents were saying: sometimes for the good of the many, you have to do something way outside your comfort zone. And this, dear reader, is way outside what I would consider even borderline sanity.
Over the roar of the massive wave, I yell so loudly I think the force of the words is going to tear my throat open. "I'll give you what you want! I'll give you my Gift! Just stop this insanity before the wave hits shore!"
Like magic-or maybe I should say it was magic-the wave starts to lower and then we're gently coasting toward a narrow shoreline of packed sand.
Standing there is none other than The One. He's smiling like a proud dad welcoming his kids home from a long trip.
"What an amazing ride! Ah, to be young… I envy you!" he says as the wave calmly spreads itself across the shore and we drift to a stop.
"I'm so pleased you've come to your senses, Wisty," says The One. Unfortunately, I have rather sad news. You fail-both of you. All of the Allgoods fail. It's obvious that I can't work with you, so I suppose… I have to work without you."