Fever Read online

  FEVER

  Book 4 of the FADE Series™

  By

  Kailin Gow

  Published by The EDGE Books from Sparklesoup Inc.

  First Published 2012

  Copyright © 2012 by Kailin Gow

  All Rights Reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping or by any information storage or retrieval system, without the permission in writing from the publisher except in case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

  Published by theEDGEbooks.com.

  For information, please contact:

  Sparklesoup Inc.

  14252 Culver Drive, #A732

  Irvine, CA 92604

  First Edition

  Printed in the United St Roce=ates of America

  ISBN: 978-1-59748-009-3

  Henceforth space by itself, and time by itself, are doomed to fade away into mere shadows, and only a kind of union of the two will preserve an independent reality. – Hermann Minkowski

  PROLOGUE

  I’m in the treatment center. I know that instantly as I look around. Though calling it that is a joke. There’s nothing we can do to treat people. All we can do is bring them in, quarantine them, and do our best to care for them. Even that, we can’t do so much of now. We don’t have the people.

  I stand there watching as the staff work, shepherding people into tiny rooms, stripping them off and rinsing them down with the best disinfectant sprays we have. A child wails at the sting of the disinfectant mix. An old woman complains about the indignity of having to do it like this, in front of strangers. About the damage being dunked in more disinfectant is doing to her pictures of her family.

  She’s right. There’s no dignity here. Not for anyone. The Fever doesn’t leave any room for it. It doesn’t leave any room for so many things. It takes people and it makes them mad, makes them do things that they would never do. Then it burns them up, a little at a time, until there isn’t anything left of them.

  And all we can do is spray people with disinfectant.

  I’m the president of this country. The most powerful woman in the free world, if anything is truly free anymore, now that the Fever has destroyed so much. My abilities let me do things that even most of the others around me don’t have the power to do. I’m the strongest of us, the most politically powerful, probably one of the smartest.

  None of that matters when it comes to the Fever. I’m as helpless as everyone else. I can’t do anything to cure it. All I can do is find enough “doctors” to try to keep the few remaining healthy peop No>le from contracting it. It isn’t enough. I should be able to do something. People are relying on me.

  Jack’s there by my side then. The way he always is. The way I need him to be.

  “Celes, Grayson and John say the machine is nearly ready.”

  “That’s good,” I say, even though I can feel the tension building in me. The machine is our best hope. Our only hope.

  “Walk with me?” Jack says, and looking into the deep blue of his eyes, I know what he intends. I nod. We walk out of the medical area, through to the room where the machine waits. It’s such an elaborate thing. The best that our technology can produce. Maybe it will give us a chance.

  Right now though, I have other things to think about as Jack kisses me. For once, it doesn’t matter that Jack is my chief of security. I don’t care whether people see us. We’ve been together since high school, and Jack is about to do something almost impossibly dangerous for all of us. If he succeeds, it will be like the Fever never happened. If he fails…

  I hope against hope that he doesn’t fail, even while I kiss him for what might be the last time. I cling to him while his lips move over mine, our mouths moving in perfect harmony while his hands drift over my body. I wish we had more time, not to mention a more private room…

  “Celes. Jack.”

  We break apart. Grayson is there. He’s been helping to work on this project since the start, but it’s Jack who has the scores to fulfill the mission. I’m the only one who has scored higher when it comes to resisting the effects of the machine on memory, and Grayson has ganged up with Jack on this one. I’m too precious to go. Which means that the man I love has to go to what could be his death instead.

  I can’t send him.

  “Are we ready?” John follows Grayson into the room. He looks almost eager, but then, he’s been trying the hardest of all of us to cure the Fever. He’s the one who has seen the most of what it can do. He and Grayson are the ones who have made the machine work, and given us this chance.

  Grayson nods. “The coordinates are set for the reconstruction. Whenever you’re ready, Jack.”

  I want to tell him no. I want to tell him that he can’t go. That I forbid it as both the woman who loves him and as his president. Yet I know that if I’m truly his president, I have to let him go. And if I love anything else in this world, I have to wish him luck.

  “Good luck, Jack,” I whisper against his lips.

  “It’s time,” Grayson says, looking over at us. He looks almost as torn as I am, but then, Jack is his best friend. And I know how he feels about me too.

  Jack nods. “Don’t look so worried. If this goes well, you’ll hardly notice I’m gone.”

  It’s just like him to make jokes. If this goes well, the world will change, and it will have always been the way it is. A new world. One with Jack in it again, hopefully, but without the Fever. If we’ve judged this right.

  “The coordinates are right?” I ask.

  “We’ve checked a dozen times, Celes,” Grayson says. “You’ve checked them.”

  I have. I’m just trying to delay the moment when Jack is gone.

  “Grayson,” Jack calls out as he moves over to the machine. “You remember the promise you made me?”

  Grayson nods. “I remember. I’ll do it.”

  “I hope so.” He steps into the machine, letting John strap him in. The doctor is careful about it, but even so it just feels wrong. Wrong for Jack to look so calm when in a few moments, the machine is going to disintegrate him utterly.

  It’s the only way to get where he’s going. As a stream of information pulsed along a channel carefully calculated to open in the right spot. Something to be reconstructed. Something to perform our vital mission.

  I force myself to stand and watch while John throws the switch…

  ONE

  I wake with my head on a familiar chest. It’s a hard, firm, muscular chest, and I’ve woken with my head on it before now, but it’s still a good feeling to know that Jack’s there. I sit up and see the rest of Jack. His usually neat dark hair is tousled on the arm of the couch we’re lying on top of, while his athletic body is still encased in his dark working suit. That’s a pity.

  We’re in Wilson Hammond’s tower, in the secure suite where his guarifywds deposited us after we failed to kill him. Jack and I have been here before, so that its elegantly minimalist furniture and heat resistant white walls are almost familiar by now. That doesn’t make them welcoming though. A beautiful cell is still a cell, even when it’s one we’ve escaped from before.

  Jack has his arms around me as I sit there, like he’s trying to shelter me from harm. What harm? It actually takes me a moment or two to remember, like everything before today has been a dream, yet when I do, I start to shake Jack, willing him to wake up.

  The apocalypse. We’re in here because Wilson Hammond, the United States’ new president, wanted us out of the way while he began the apocalypse. After everything we went through to try and stop it, it still happened, with fire raining from the sky and people worshipping him like a god. We’ve been locked in here for days now, while outside… I don’t want t
o think about what has been happening outside.

  Yet now, something feels different.

  “Jack, come on, wake up.”

  I finally shake him awake, those icy blue eyes of his flickering open. He smiles up at me for a moment, then, like me, he seems to remember what’s happening. He sits up sharply.

  “Something has changed.”

  I can feel it too, but it’s good to know that Jack agrees. He’s the one who gets flashes of the immediate future. He’s the one whose powers run to sensitivity, so that he can pick up on some of what’s going on around him. That has been hard, the last few days. We’ve been here, trapped not so much by the locks as by what’s going on outside, grabbing snatched sleep and watching the TV until the signal cut out. And all the time, we’ve known that outside this building, people have been dying.

  “Is it over?” I ask.

  Jack looks at me, shakes his head, and then shrugs. “I don’t know.”

  I check my phone. I was surprised when Hammond’s men didn’t take it from me, but now I can see why. There’s no signal, the way there has been no signal for days. If I want to call Grayson, or try to get in touch with Jack’s father Sebastian, then I won’t be doing it with this.

  “So what do we do?” I ask. “We can’t just sit here waiting with no news.”

  I don’t say the obvious thing. That unless they made it to the shelters they were heading for, the people we care about could be dead. I don’t want to think about that. I have to hope that they made it to their shelters in time, and that those shelters were stronrprs were g enough.

  “It could still be dangerous out there,” Jack points out, the way he’s pointed it out every time I’ve asked about leaving. I know he cares about everyone else as much as I do, but more than all of them he cares about me. He wants to keep me safe. Even if it means forcing me to ride out the apocalypse in Wilson Hammond’s shelter. How long does the apocalypse last? A day? A year? How long can we survive here on the contents of our suite’s small kitchen?

  “Something feels different, Jack. We have to check.”

  He nods. “I know. We’ll go get cleaned up, and then we’ll start.”

  That’s easier than I expect it to be. “You’re okay with checking?”

  “We need to know what’s going on,” Jack says. He kisses me lightly. “Now hurry up. I want to take a shower. I have a feeling it’s the last one I’ll get for a while.”

  I head into the bathroom first, taking with me clothes from drawers embedded in the walls. I don’t like taking anything provided by Hammond or his people, but after days wearing the same clothes they’re better than the ones I have on. There are tough, hard dark jeans, grey and black sneakers, a t-shirt of pale blue and an off white shirt to go over the top. I take a shower before putting them on, trying to untangle strands of dark hair afterwards with a comb before giving in and tying my hair back.

  When I check in the bathroom mirror, my eyes blaze with that hint of golden fire that’s a reminder of the power lurking below the surface in me. Despite everything I’ve been through in the last few days, I have to admit I still look pretty good, like I’m about to go out on a modeling assignment rather than looking at the aftermath of the end of the world. I think back to those days hiding out with Jack in the apartment the Underground assigned us, pretending to be a model while the Others hunted for me. Compared to this, even that seems so simple now.

  I come out of the bathroom, while Jack gives me a hungry look as he goes in. I get the feeling, under other circumstances, that he’d be more than happy to keep me in this room with him. Now though, there are more serious things to think about, like getting out. Actually though, that isn’t too hard to do. Although Wilson Hammond’s advanced materials were enough to stop me once, now, my power has grown to the point where I simply melt my way through the locks on the door. After that, we take the stairs, heading down to the lobby the way we went the last time we escaped from here. Should I be worried that I’m escaping from places often enough that I do it more than once from the same place?

  The first thing I notice is how empty the building is. This is meant to be a shelter capable of holding dozens of people, maybe hundreds, but I don’t see anyone on the way down to the lobby. Jack doesn’t seem to sense anyone, either. The whole place is as quiet as a ghost town, when it sabon, whenhould have been busy keeping people safe. Has something gone wrong? It’s hard to think that Hammond would have used his whole main shelter just to protect us.

  When we get to the lobby, the toughened glass frontage is covered in dust. Completely covered, so that we can’t see out. The idea of stepping out there when we can’t see what’s going on is a daunting one, but Jack and I look at one another and know that we have to. We throw open the doors.

  Outside, it’s as still as the shelter we’ve just left. There’s a layer of ash over everything, thick and grey, drifting like snow in places. We’re in the middle of an industrial park, but there’s no industry. There’s no noise. There’s nothing but a silence so absolute that it makes me want to scream just to break it. We walk out to the main road, trying to catch sight of someone as we get close to the rest of the city, but there’s no one that we can see. No one. Not in the houses. Not in the stores. It’s like the entire population of the city is gone.

  “We have to find Grayson,” I say.

  “And the Faders, my father, my uncle.” Jack pauses, looking around. “Someone. Other people must have survived. There were shelters. People must have been in them, or there was no point in building them.”

  I nod. I know that, even though it’s hard to believe, looking around to see nothing but empty streets.

  “You’re right,” I say. “I know you’re right. I know in our future, the apocalypse happened and an entire population survived to rebuild. It’s just…”

  “It’s too quiet?” Jack guesses.

  I nod. “I guess we’ll just have to keep looking, though we won’t get very far if we try it on foot.”

  The first vehicle we come across is a jeep, abandoned by the side of the road. Amazingly, the keys are still in the ignition. Whoever left this left it in a hurry. Jack tries to start it, but the engine just sputters and dies. He tries again. After a minute or two, it becomes clear that it isn’t going to work. Maybe that’s why the owner didn’t mind leaving their keys behind.

  We keep moving, and soon we find a mall, or what’s left of it. Most of the roof seems to be gone from it, while the outer walls are badly damaged. I look at Jack.

  “We’re going to need supplies,” I say. “It could be a while before we find anyone.”

  He agrees, and we head inside. It occurs to me that technically we’re about to loot a store, but I’m not worried about getting into trouble now. Trouble means people. In any case, it’s better than starving. We find a store that has a couple of small backpac">

  I’d feel better if we were both armed too, but there aren’t any weapons to be found. We’ll just have to rely on our abilities if we run into trouble. What worries me is that there are no people here. A mall would be a natural place for people to survive after a disaster, but there’s still no sign of anyone.

  We leave the mall, moving down the street to a car dealership. Most of the vehicles there are in bad shape, flipped over, badly damaged, or simply covered in that fine ash that seems to get everywhere. If it’s in their engines, they’re worthless. Jack picks one of the cars, and quickly breaking into the office gives us the key. Again though, when he tries to start it, nothing happens.

  He pops the hood, and an idea comes to me. I put my hand on the engine, calling up the barest spark of power. It leaps through the engine, and in an instant, the car is running. I have to admit, I’m almost as shocked as Jack when it works.

  “It looks like your power can do plenty more than destroy things,” Jack says. “It looks like, if you can direct the power you call up, it can do a lot.”

  “Maybe,” I say, not quite convinced.

  “It’s a g
ift,” Jack says. “You just have to know how to use it. And we do have a working car now thanks to you.”

  “True,” I say, and I am a little proud of that. It’s nice to know that I can do something with my abilities other than kill people. “So, where are we heading?”

  That’s the question, of course. Where can we go? Where will there be people? Anywhere? We have to hope so. We have to hope that being here hasn’t changed things already. That there is still a world for us to save.

  TWO

  Jack doesn’t hesitate when I ask him where we’re going. Instead, he sets out the situation calmly, clearly.

  “Grayson went after Johnny,” he says, “but we don’t know if he succeeded, or even if he was able to get to Location Ten before things got too difficult. If he did succeed, then he might have tried to ride out the apocalypse in Locpanation Ten, but he might also have tried to make it to a more secure fallback position. If he couldn’t make it there, or if something went wrong, then he would have tried to do the same thing. Even if he rode out the initial apocalypse, he might be doing what we’re doing and moving on.”

  “So you’re saying that there’s no way of knowing where Grayson is?” I ask.

  To my surprise, Jack shakes his head. “What I’m saying is that the odds say that Location Ten is a bad idea. There are other places that Grayson is more likely to be, along with Sebastian and my uncle.”

  I get the feeling that Jack knows exactly where those places will be, too. “So where will they have gone?”

  Jack starts to creep the car along the street. We aren’t moving quickly, perhaps because the layer of ash is as hard to drive on as snow or sand.

  “Grayson’s a Fader, and he’s probably with more Faders. In a situation like this, there’s only one place to go. Location Thirteen.”