New Cthulhu: The Recent Weird Part 20
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"Come on," Jorny said, as his mom went to make them sandwiches. "I want to play you the new Wolfmother single. It's not out yet-it's a ripped download a friend of mine sent me."
The notice was there on Sat.u.r.day morning, when Deede got up. Dad had left at six that morning, not saying goodbye-they all knew he was going to be gone several days-and he wouldn't have seen the notice, she thought. Someone had slipped it under the door from the hall. It read: NOTICE.
DUE TO SECURITY CONCERNS ONLY AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL WILL BE ALLOWED TO LEAVE THE BUILDING THIS WEEKEND, AS OF 8 A.M, SAt.u.r.dAY MORNING EXCEPT FOR DESIGNATED EMERGENCIES (SEE SKYTOWN MANUAL PAGE 39 FOR DESIGNATED EMERGENCY GUIDELINES). RESTRICTIONS WILL BE LIFTED IN A FEW DAYS. PLEASE BE PATIENT.
THANK YOU FOR YOUR COOPERATION.
SKYTOWN OFFICE OF SECURITY.
"What the f.u.c.k!" Lenny burst out, when Deede showed it to him. "That is totally illegal! Hey-call that kid you met, with the lawyer mom."
"Jorny?" It would be a good excuse to call him.
Jorny answered sleepily. "Whuh? My mom? She left for . . . go see my aunt for breakfast or something . . . s'pose-a be back later. Why whussup?"
"Um-check if you got a notice under your front door."
He came back to the phone under a minute seconds later. "Yeah! Same notice! My mom left after eight, though and she hasn't come back. So it must be bulls.h.i.+t, they must've let her go. Maybe it's a hoax. Or . . . "
"We're gonna go to the bargain matinee over on Hollywood Boulevard. You wanna go? I mean-then we can see if they really are making people stay. "
A little over an hour later they were all dressed, meeting Jorny downstairs outside the elevators at the front lobby. They walked by potted plants toward the tinted gla.s.s of the front doors . . . and found the doors locked from inside.
"You kids didn't get the notice?"
They turned to see a smiling, personable, middle-aged man standing about thirty feet away. He wore a green suit-and-tie-maybe that was why his face had a vague greenish cast to it. Just a reflection off the green cloth. Behind him were two security guards in the peculiar uniforms.
"That notice is bulls.h.i.+t," Lenny said flatly. "Not legal."
"You look a little young to be a lawyer," said the man in the green suit mildly.
"Your face is sort of green," Jean said, staring at him.
But as she said it, his face seemed to s.h.i.+ft to a more normal color. As if he'd just noticed and changed it somehow.
"Or not . . . " Jean mumbled.
The man ignored her. "My name is Arthur Koenig-I'm the building supervisor. I'm pretty sure of the laws and rules and I a.s.sure you kids, you cannot leave the building except under designated emergency conditions."
"And I'm pretty sure," Jorny said, snapping his skateboard up with his foot to catch it in his hand, "that's what they call 'false imprisonment'-it's a form of kidnapping."
The security guards both had the odd translucent-blue helmets. They stood behind and to either side of Koenig-one of them, who might've been Filipino, stepped frowning toward Jorny. "That's the boy who was doing the skateboarding in the Mall-I saw him on the cameras. Boy-you give me that skateboard, that's contraband here!"
"Not a f.u.c.king chance, a-hole," Jorny said, making Jean squeal with laughter. "Come on," he said to Lenny, "we'll go to my place and call around about this."
"Building phone line's being worked on," said Koenig pleasantly. "Be down for a while. Building cable too."
"We've got cell phones, man," Lenny said, turning toward the elevators. "Come on you guys."
As they went back to the elevators, Deede glanced over her shoulder, saw that Koenig was following, at a respectful distance-and while they were walking at an angle, the shortest way to the elevator, he seemed to be following a straight line-then he turned right, and she realized he was following the lines of the square sections of floor. And she saw something coming off his right heel-a thin red cord, or string, like a finely stretched out piece of flesh, that came from a hole in his shoe and went into the groove between the floor tiles . . .
A thread, stuck to his shoe, is all, she told herself. It's not really a connection to something inside the floor.
"That skateboard!" The blue-helmeted security guard yelled, following Jorny. "Leave it here! I'm confiscating it!"
But Koenig reached out, put his hand on the guard's arm. "Let him go. It doesn't matter now. Let him keep it for the moment."
Deede followed the others into the elevator. She didn't mention the red cord to them.
"This is 911 emergency. May I have your name and address?"
Lenny gave his name and address and then said, "I'm calling because we're being held against our will by the weirdoes in this building we live in. The manager, all these people-no one's allowed to leave the building! It's totally illegal!"
"Slow down, please," said the dispatcher, her voice crackling in the cell phone, phasing in and out of clarity. "Who exactly is 'restraining' you?"
The skepticism was rank in her voice.
"The building security people say we can't leave, no one can leave, there're hundreds of people who live here and we can't-"
"Was there a bomb threat?"
"I don't know, they didn't say so, they just said 'security concerns.' "
"The security at that building interfaces with the police department, if they're asking people not to leave it's probably so they can investigate something. Have they been . . . oh, violent or. . . . "
"No, not yet, but they . . . look, it's false imprisonment, it's . . . "
"They are security, we'll have someone call them-but they're probably doing this for your protection. It could be a Homeland Security drill."
"Oh Jesus, forget it." He broke the connection and threw the cell phone so it bounced on the sofa cus.h.i.+on. "I can't believe it. They just a.s.sumed I was full of c.r.a.p."
Jorny was on his own cell phone, listening. He frowned and hung up. "I can't get my mom to answer, or my aunt."
"Jorny? " said Deede thoughtfully, looking out the apartment's picture window at the smog-hazy sky. "You think maybe they stopped your mom-took her into custody 'cause she tried to leave?"
Jorny stared at her. "No way." He shot to his feet. "Come on, if you're coming. I'm gonna ask if she's at the security office . . . "
Deede looked at Lenny to see if he was coming but he was on the cell phone again. "I'm trying to call Dad . He's not picking up though."
"Lenny-where's Jean?" Deede asked, looking around. It wasn't like Jean to be so quiet.
"Hm? She left. She said she's going to that coffee lounge where those kids hang out."
"What kids?"
"I don't know. She started hanging with them yesterday sometime. She came back at three in the morning. I think she was, like, stoned. "
"What? I'm gonna go get her. And help Jorny! " She called this to Lenny as she followed Jorny out the door. Lenny waved her on.
Another notice had been taped up on the wall next to the elevator call b.u.t.tons: NOTICE.
ELEVATOR MOVEMENT HAS BEEN RESTRICTED TO THE UPPER SEVENTY FLOORS UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE. ELEVATOR WILL NOT DESCEND FROM THIS LEVEL.
THANK YOU FOR YOUR COOPERATION.
"What the f.u.c.k!" Jorny said, gaping at the notice.
"I wouldn't have put it that way," said a white-haired older woman standing a few steps away; she wore thick, horn-rimmed gla.s.ses and a long blue dress. "But that's generally my feeling too." She had her purse over her shoulder, as if she had planned to go out. "I was going to Farmer's Market but . . . I guess not now." The woman went back toward the doors to the apartment complex, shaking her head.
Jorny shook his head as the woman walked away. "Everyone just accepts it."
"Security office is downstairs," Deede said. "We can't get to it on the elevators. But we could take the stairs. Only, I want to find my sister. But then she could be down there too . . . "
He was already starting toward the door to the stairwell, skateboard under his arm-you can't skateboard on carpet.
But the stairwell door was locked. "What about the fire laws and all that?" Jorny said, wondering aloud. He looked toward a fire alarm, as if thinking of tripping it. Deede hoped he wouldn't.
"Okay," he said, "let's go upstairs on the elevators to that lounge, see if we can find some way from there to go down. There must be a way-the security guards must be able to do it."
"I want to get my brother to go with us."
They went back to the apartment . . . and found the apartment door standing open.
Inside there was a lamp knocked over. Lenny was gone. He'd left his cell phone where he'd thrown it and he was just . . . gone. She looked through all the rooms and called up and down the halls. No response except a Filipino man looked out a door briefly-then hastily shut it when Deede tried to ask him a question. They heard him lock it.
"I'm sure he's okay," Jorny said.
Deede looked reproachfully at him. "I didn't say he wasn't."
"You looked worried."
"I . . . I'm worried about Jean and . . . this whole weird thing. That's all. Lenny gets in a snit sometimes and goes off and says 'Screw everybody' and wanders away . . . gets somebody to buy him beer somewhere and he gets a little smashed and then he comes home. But leaving the door open that way . . . "
Jorny was on his cell again, trying to call his mom. He called his aunt, spoke to her for less than a minute in low tones-and hung up. "She never showed up. She was supposed to meet my aunt-and she never got there."
"It's too soon to call it a 'missing persons' thing. We could look for your mom in the building. And Jean."
"You want to try the lounge?" Jorny asked. She nodded and they went to the elevators and rode up toward the lounge. On the way he tried to call his mom on the cell phone again-and gave up. "Doesn't work at all now. Just static."
"There are places in the elevators for keys," Deede said, pointing at the key fixture under the floor tabs. "The security guards must have keys that let them go to restricted floors."
That's when the moaning started up again, in the elevators above them-and below them too. As if the one down below were answering the one above. A moan from above, the ceiling s.h.i.+vering; an answering moan from below the elevator, the floor resonating.
Jorny looked at her quizzically, but saying nothing.
They got out at the coffee lounge, a big, comfortable cafeteria s.p.a.ce spanning most of one side of the floor, with a coffee shop and a magazine stand. Both were closed. But there were kids there, about nine of them, five boys and four girls, middle-schoolers like Jean, in a far corner, crowded together in a circle near the rest rooms. Deede hurried closer and found they were standing in a tight circle around Jean, circling, and each one pointing an index finger at her, one after the other, like they were doing "the wave", the fingers rippling out and pointing and dropping in the circle, and each one pointing said, "Take a hit."
"Take a hit . . . "
"Take a hit . . . "
"Take a hit . . . "
Like that, on and on around the circle, and when Deede and Jorny got there, Deede looked to see what Jean was taking a hit of, what drug or drink, but there was nothing there, no smoke, no smell, no pipe, no bottle, only the pointing fingers from the rapt, feral faces of the other kids, their eyes dilated, their lips parted, saying, "Take a hit, take a hit, take a hit . . . " And Jean was swaying in place, rocking back, staggering in reaction from each pointed finger, each 'take a hit,' her eyes droopy, her mouth droopier, looking decidedly stoned. Was she playacting?
"What're you guys. .h.i.tting on?" Jorny said, laughing nervously.
All nine of them turned their heads at once to look at them. "You can't join," the tallest of the boy's said. An acned face, a spiky haircut. "You can't. You're not trustworthy."
"We don't want to," Deede said. She waved urgently at her sister. "Come on, Jean-let's go. There's some weird stuff going on. We've gotta find Lenny."
Jean shook her head. She was swaying there, hyperventilating. "I'm not feeling any pain at all and I'm between the suns. I'm not going, going to stay here . . . "
"Jean-come on!" Deede tried to push through the circle-and someone, she wasn't sure who, shoved her back, hard, so she fell painfully on her back. "Ow!"
"This way," said the big kid with the acned face, leading the group around Jean into the men's room, taking Jean with them. Both males and females filed, without a word or hesitation, into the men's bathroom.
Jorny helped Deede up. "That was f.u.c.ked up," he said, shaking his head in disgust. "I'm going in there."
"I'm going too. I don't care if it's the men's room. They took my sister in there."
"She went on her own. But f.u.c.k it, let's go."
He led the way into the men's room-which was empty.
Not a soul in it. Jorny even opened the toilet booths. No one. There was only one entrance. There was no way out of the bathroom except the one door. There were no ventilation shafts. There was just the big, over-lit, blue-tiled and stainless steel bathroom and their own reflections in the mirrors over the metal sinks.
Jorny gaped around. "Okay, what uh . . . " His voice seemed emptied of life in the hard s.p.a.ce of the room. "We were right in front of that door. They didn't get out past us . . . "
"Look!" She pointed at the mirrors. They were reflected in a continuum of mirrors, as when mirrors are turned to mirrors. Only, there was only one set of mirrors on one wall. There were no mirrors opposite-yet the reflection was the mirror-images-within-mirror-images telescoping that happened only if you turned mirrors to mirrors . . . And Deede saw hundreds of Deedes and Jornys stretched into infinity, each face looking lost and shocked and scared.
Lost and shocked and scared endlessly repeated, amplified.
And then she saw Jean in the mirrors, about thirty reflections down the gla.s.sy corridor, pa.s.sing from one side to the other, glancing at her as she went past.
"Jean!" She turned from the mirror, looked the other way as if she might see Jean throwing the reflection there-but saw nothing but a row of toilet booths and urinals. She looked back at the mirrors. "Jorny-did you see someone in the mirrors beside us?"
Jorny's endlessly repeated reflections nodded to her. "Thought I saw your sister."
Feeling dizzily sick, Deede turned away. "It's like there's another room in this room."
She noticed an outline, about the size of a door, on the farther wall between the urinals and the corner, etched with what looked like red putty along the joins in the tiles. She walked over to it. "There's a door-shaped mark here . . . but . . . " She touched the puttied areas. "This gunk is hard, here, like it's been this way a long time. It couldn't be where they got out." Jorny came over and battered at the marked section of wall with his skateboard; they pushed at tiles but could find no way of opening the door, if it was a door. And when they touched it there was a sensation like a very weak electric shock-not enough to make them jump but just enough to give a feeling of discomfort. Electrical discomfort-and the hairs rising on the back of their necks. And chills too, sick chills like you get with the flu. "It's like a warning," she whispered. "Come on-I want out of here."
Jorny nodded, seeming relieved, and they hurried out of the men's room, back into the lounge area-where they were entirely alone. "I've been thinking about some of the shops we saw," Deede said, as they walked over to the elevators and the door to the stairwell. The stairway door was locked. "And-it was like something was influencing stuff around here, something changing the way things . . . just the way they are." Should she tell him about the cord connecting Koenig's foot to the floor tiles?
"I know what you mean," Jorny said absently, as he fiddled with the door to the stairway. " Locked. But yo-that door's open."
The door he was pointing at, between the stairs and elevator, was marked MAINTENANCE 47-17. It looked like it hadn't quite closed-like the doorframe was slightly crooked and it had stuck with the door just slightly ajar. You had to look close to see it was open.
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