Across The Universe Part 11

I run deep into the bowels of The House, past the Watch Room and the Sick Room and everywhere else I've ever been. The floor becomes dusty and the light dim. I can feel the corridor slanting down and I brace my feet against the slope to prevent myself from tumbling head-over-feet down the slippery pa.s.sageway.

The shadow flickers around a corner up ahead and I sprint after it, yelling words of rea.s.surance the whole way. "I only want to know who you are! I need to know why you gave me the pages!"

An echoing laugh makes its way back to me, stirring dust into the air and giving me a clear response: to them, this is a game. A way to pa.s.s the time. Anger boils in my stomach.

In my haste to rush forward my sandals slide across a pile of dust and my feet go out from under me. I sit down hard, my tailbone connecting painfully with the marble floor and my leg twisting awkwardly underneath me.

"Wait!" I shout after the figure, but it's already gone, its residual laughter ringing in my ears as it bounces off the walls.

I groan and ma.s.sage my injured leg as I struggle to my feet. Putting weight on it hurts, but only dully. I turn, defeated, and begin to hobble back to my room. Though I'd love to know who gave me the pages, I'm more curious as to what's actually written on them, and now's as good a time as any to discover the secrets of the Key.

I've only made it a few feet when a chill rocks my spine and an uneasy feeling fills me with dread-like someone is watching me, here but unseen.

I spin around and search over the hall. No one's in sight. I begin to back up down the corridor when a rus.h.i.+ng noise comes from overhead. Slowly, I raise my eyes to the ceiling.

A cloud of black smoke drifts above my head. As soon as I see it there it dive bombs me, swarming around my neck. I feel the cloud choking me, cutting off my oxygen as I fumble through it with my fingers. The malevolent force sends me banging around the hall, coughing and spluttering for air. My vision turns fuzzy around the edges and my mind slows down, but somewhere in my muddled thoughts I have the sense to duck.

The move leaves me crouching under the cloud as it swirls above my head. I crawl out from underneath it and run-in what direction, I don't know-but the smoke follows me, closing the distance fast.

The sloping floor helps me now, increasing my speed as I barrel down the hall. I turn corners and sprint through corridors I've never seen before. Taking another right turn, I glance up ahead to gauge my surroundings and cry out in dismay. For the first time during my servitude in The House, I've managed to find a dead end.

The wall rushes up to meet me and I skid hard into the marble, spinning around and flattening myself against it. The smoke flies toward me from the other end of the hall, a blur of black sparking with wicked energy. I throw my hands up in front of my face as it draws nearer, expecting the cruel force to swallow me whole, choke the life out of me ...

Death never comes. I wait and wait, but the smoke never takes me. I drop my arms to my sides and stare out at the blank hall before me. There is no black cloud-no Harbingers coming to kill me. I am alone.

As I catch my breath in the silence of the hall, I swear I hear the faintest echo of laughter.

Back in my room, I pour over the pages that were slipped under my door. The text is faded and nearly illegible, and I struggle to read as I scan over the parchment.

The prophecy of the first Seer regarding the Key speaks of the fate of The House. The Key will be brought into these walls by a Watcher, who will then unlock the mystical force that powers our inst.i.tution. With this power she will either destroy universes or save them, but either way, The House will suffer a terrible end.

Underneath the text is a large ill.u.s.tration of a group of House members, all piled atop one another in the middle of a marble hallway. Their eyes are blank and the floor is covered in liquid silver. Behind them stands a shadow, the only clear part about it the gla.s.s...o...b..clutched in its silhouetted fist. The crystal holds a swirl of colors and shapes unlike any universe I've ever seen.

I gulp back the rising bile threatening to climb up my throat. It can't be Dante after all, I think. He isn't a Watcher; he's a leader, and that means the prophecy can't be about him. I read on, struggling to keep my hands from shaking.

With the mystical energy in one's possession, a member of The House can control more than just the destruction of these walls we live in. He or she can create universes on command, shape worlds to their own liking. They can step outside the realm of watching and become rulers. G.o.ds. It is for this reason we have hidden the Key, for this very idea goes against the purpose The House has been founded on. The Key itself has been put into human form and hidden in the first universe to ever be, on a little blue planet called Earth.

I blink back horror and rub my finger over the crackling ink of the last sentence.

The Key has been hiding in my universe all along.

The gravity of the situation finally hits me, and a dizzy spell takes me over. I close my eyes and wish away the nausea as I think about what it all means.

My intuition was right all along. Noah really isn't safe. Neither is his family, or the rest of the life that exists in my universe. As soon as the Watcher the prophecy talks about discovers the truth, they'll kidnap the Key and destroy the entire world in their wake.

I blink back tears as I finger the torn edges of the last piece of parchment. The door to my bedchamber is open a crack, and the light filters in and casts a glow upon the ink. A faint line comes into focus, though I can't make out what it is. Frowning, I hold the paper up to the light. More faint lines show up, a watermark etched into the yellowing page. The words written atop them obscure what's underneath.

A knock comes at my door and I react swiftly, shoving the pages under the edge of my mattress as Nim walks in. Her face is full of concern as she eyes the bruise blossoming across my leg.

"What happened?" she asks.

"I thought I saw someone," I reply, a.s.suaging my guilt by thinking of it as a half-truth instead of a half-lie. "While I was chasing them, I fell."

"Do you need to go to the Sick Room?"

"No; I'm fine. It barely hurts anymore."

The corners of Nim's mouth turn down in a grimace, but she doesn't push the subject. "I came to offer you a chance to get your mind off things. I'm about to watch over my own universe, and I figured you could tag along."

I raise my eyebrows at the idea. "I thought walking in someone else's universe is forbidden."

Nim grins. "It's not forbidden as much as frowned upon. Anyway, I thought I'd bend the rules just this once."

In truth, I'd rather spend my time inspecting the pages hidden beneath my mattress. But I know forgoing Nim's offer will raise her suspicions, so I stand and follow her into the hall. As I close the door behind me, I give one last fleeting glance at a torn edge of parchment that peeks out from under my bed.

My universe, I think. That means it's my Key. And I'll protect it just like everything else in Noah's world, like I vowed to the day I became a Watcher.

Chapter Seventeen.

Nim's universe is brighter and fuller than mine. Her galaxies are filled with planets teeming with life, and none of that life looks like us. There are ent.i.ties that move like ghosts, transparent and formless; others are fifty feet tall and reside in water instead of on land. Still others are as tiny as bugs, running around our feet in swarms as we look down at the mountains they've built out of green-glowing sand.

Not once do we speak. Nim has always told me that's part of a Watcher's job-to look, not interact-but I've never really listened to the rule until now. In my mentor's presence, I follow the laws to the letter. I check in on millions of planets and ensure they're not dying before their time. I marvel at the way so many different beings can become rulers over their own domain.

I begin to think of the words scrawled across the parchment-about how someone possessing the mystical energy of The House can not only watch over universes, but also build them-and I am tempted. I want to be responsible for creating the things I see before me. Leaving it to fate-to billions of years of evolution-seems boring and tedious. Destroying them after all that hard work seems petty.

If I made a world, it would last forever. It would go on and on and never end.

Nim brings me back to the Watch Room sometime later, and reality sets in again. I feel shame over my grand thoughts. Playing G.o.d means destroying the House, which is something I could never do.

Heading back to my bedchamber, I say goodbye to Nim and close the door behind me. It's dark, so I extract the torn pages from under my mattress and sit by the door, using the light filtering in from underneath to read by. I comb over the words again, looking for anything I missed, but there is nothing. It seems to describe a terrible fate for The House that cannot be escaped, no matter how hard I try.

I cross my legs and cast one of the pages into the light, inspecting the watermark again. Without the fuzziness of panic clouding my thoughts, I can now calmly inspect every line. The ink seems faded, but there is no indentation from a pen pressing to paper.

I turn the page over and gasp. It wasn't a watermark at all, but an image drawn on the opposite side. In my haste to read I forgot to check both the front and back of the parchment. And I'm glad I did, because I wouldn't have been able to hide my utter surprise from Nim over what I'm seeing now.

The ill.u.s.tration is of Noah.

His kind eyes, his gla.s.ses, his sweeping brown curls. His square jaw and thin lips are there, too. He is captured down to every detail, his arms and legs splayed out in a star shape to show off his lean frame.

My heart skips a beat as I read the text scrawled underneath.

The Key and a Watcher will become connected, and for the rest of the Watcher's existence their lives will be intertwined. One will be unable to survive without the other, and each will have to forgo many trials to stamp out the evil that takes over The House.

Trembling, I shove the papers aside and turn my head away. My eyes sting and my heart thumps hard against my ribcage.

Noah is the Key. He is the one I must protect from the other Watcher-the one meant to take down The House. He is the one who is destined to unlock the mystical force that built these walls. He is connected to me.

And he is also the one that I love.

The truth seems too big to keep inside anymore. It boils up my throat, begging to come out. I have to tell someone-anyone-what I've discovered. Racking my mind, I come up with a list of only two names that I trust: Elli and Nim. Elli is probably farther away, lost in her duties in the Archives Room. Nim is closer.

I throw the torn pages on my bed and rush from my bedchamber, running past rows of doors until I come to Nim's room. I stop short of the entrance. The threshold is already exposed, and angry voices come from within. I recognize both of them.

"Have I ever asked you for anything before?" Nim says. "One single favor in all my time in The House?"

Someone backs up halfway into the hall, and through the crack between the hinges and the door I make out a head of tangled blonde hair. Elli's hair.

"I can't give you what you're asking," Elli replies. "It's against House rules to provide reading material to Watchers."

"Come now! I've seen you let Amara into the tunnels multiple times."

"This is different. What you're asking for is a loophole. A way to access the Hall of Beginnings without a key. It's off limits for a reason, Nim."

The Hall of Beginnings. I remember Nim talking about beginnings when she explained what the locked room held. It's the heart of The House. All of the beginnings are kept there, she'd said. My stomach drops like a stone as I press myself into the wall and listen to the rest of the conversation.

"I have to get in there," Nim says. "It's important. I have to reach the heart before someone else comes along and prevents it."

"I've given you my answer," Elli answers. "Your request to access the books about the Hall of Beginnings has been denied."

Elli turns and marches off, Nim following her out the door but not pursuing. She startles slightly when she turns around and sees me standing there.

"Amara! What are you doing here?"

"J-just headed to visit Elli," I stammer. "Was that her?"

"Yes, it was. If you hurry you can catch her before she gets to the Archives Room."

I race down the hall after Elli, but I can feel Nim's eyes burning holes in my back as I go. It isn't until I've rounded a corner and I see my friend's ma.s.s of tangled hair that I feel safe again.

"Elli! Wait up!" I shout after her.

She turns and pauses for me, tapping her foot all the while. "What is it?"

"Was Nim just asking you to give her something that will help her get into the locked room?"

"If you must know, yes. But I said no, and I'll say the exact same thing to you if you ask. I have to draw the line someplace."

"I don't want to get in there. I need to talk to you about something else." I tell her everything that has happened: the pages turning up in my room, the chase through the halls, the black smoke that tried to kill me. When I get to the part about Noah being the Key, I can't help but cry. Tears flood down my cheeks and Elli holds me tight to her chest.

"There, there, dear," she says, her voice low and comforting. "We'll think of something. We always do."

"I was going to tell Nim," I say, "But then I heard what she was asking you and-oh, Elli! You don't think she could be the other Watcher, do you? The one that's supposed to bring the Key to The House and destroy universes?"

I expect her to laugh the notion off-to scoff at the idea of Nim being anything other than a law-abiding member of The House-but instead she frowns and leans against the wall, letting her face fall into shadows.

"Now that you mention the possibility, I'm not sure. Nim's one of the smartest Watchers in here, and she's the type to be adamant about whatever cause she undertakes, whether that be the laws of The House or the prophecy to destroy all we hold dear. She's cleverer than most give her credit for, too. That one day you were put on trial-when Dante was deciding whether or not to throw you into the void-she was very shrewd to bring me in as a witness. Without having to speak on your behalf herself, she maintains a perfect reputation. Maybe she didn't mean for me to save you at all, either. Maybe she really intended for the Leaders to ignore me because of my defiance so that you could be cast into the void."

"It can't be Nim. It just can't be. Maybe she only wants to get inside to save the mystical force herself, not to wield it. She did say she wanted to prevent it," I sob, burying my face in Elli's shoulder.

"To tell you the truth, I'm more concerned about the boy you speak of. Noah, is it? He needs protection. You should go to Earth and help keep him safe."

"But what if Nim-or whoever's behind the attacks-expects me to do just that? To lead her straight to him? I'll be hurting more than helping if I do that."

Elli shrugs, gently prying me off of her. "It's up to you, Amara. But know this. Every prophecy the first Seer has spoken has come to pa.s.s. Every single one. But they also often have double meanings. Depths you cannot see until events have come to fruition. To try and play against the foretelling may not be wise."

"If it means saving Noah and my universe, I have to try."

I turn away and walk back to my room, and Elli calls after me as I go. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

When I reach my bedchamber, the door is already ajar. I halt in my tracks, glancing around the hall, but no one else is there. Walking forward on soft feet, I peek my head around the frame.

The Harbinger doesn't see me at first. It's standing by my bed, the piece of parchment featuring Noah's image clutched in its skeletal palm. Its hood obscures its face in blackness, but a terrible feeling rolls in my gut. If this is one of the same Harbingers that attacked me on Earth, it will recognize the picture. It'll know where Noah is.

My arm brushes against the door and it swings slightly, creaking on the hinges. The Harbinger snaps its head up to stare at me. It takes every ounce of willpower I have not to back away, not to run. Instead I lurch forward, pulling the door closed behind me as I go.

"I can't let you leave this room," I say, my words a growl that rips up my throat.

The Harbinger crumples the page in its fist and glides a little to the left. I match him with a sidestep of my own, blocking its path.

"Kill me if you want. I know what you've seen and I won't let you go after him without fighting back," I add.

Still, the Harbinger doesn't attack. No red light emanates from under its hood. It tries gliding around me again, this time to the right. I block its path again.

Knowing we can't dance forever, I steel my nerves and pounce. My hand wraps around the skeletal wrist holding Noah's image. Its skin is moist and slippery between my fingers. The Harbinger glides back, surprised, and I use its confusion to my advantage, slamming its arm down into the nightstand. The force cracks its wrist and the being wails, high-pitched and keening like an injured animal. Its fingers unclench and the ball of parchment falls to the ground.

I feel my grasp melting and look down to find the Harbinger dissolving into smoke. I can't prevent the transformation, but at least my head is clear enough to react this time. I've never tried outside the Watch Room when I'm not diving into a universe, but maybe my resolve helps me because as soon as I wish it I begin to morph into mist, my own gray cloud form curling around the Harbinger's black one. I chase it under the door and out into the hall, circling it like a spiral as it careens off of ceilings and walls.

I refuse to slow down, refuse to give up. We wind through halls and around corners, in and out of open rooms. Eventually it leads me into the Archives Room. Elli sits at the desk, not even noticing us as we fly overhead and into one of the tunnels. The Harbinger zigzags left and right, up and down, but I stay with it until a member of The House intercepts its flight path.

The man stands in the middle of the tunnel, dusting off the shelves. He sees us coming at the last second and drops the duster. The Harbinger plows right through him, his black smoke form disappearing into the Archiver's stomach and reappearing on the other side. I, on the other hand, have never flown through a human form-didn't even know it was possible-and when I reach the man I tumble out of smoke form to stop my momentum, my solid body cras.h.i.+ng into his and knocking him to the floor.

I let out a string of choice curse words, courtesy of Noah, and I'm on my feet again, running in the direction I think the black smoke went. When I round the bend in the tunnel, though, the Harbinger is gone. The only thing surrounding me is books and parchment and shelves, and fear begins to tear at my insides. There is only one thought coursing through my mind, one person I need to get to before the Harbinger does.

Noah.

Chapter Eighteen.