Uglies (26 page)

The roof of Special Circumstances had looked flat and featureless from way up on top of the hill. But standing on it, Tally could see air vents, antennae, maintenance hatchways, and of course the big circular door that the hovercars had come through, now closed. It was a wonder neither she nor David had cracked their heads hover-bouncing across it.

“So how do we get in?” David asked.

“We should start with this.” She pointed toward the hovercar door.

“Don’t you think they’ll notice if we come through there and we’re not a hovercar?”

“Agreed. But what if we jam the door? If any more Specials show up, we don’t want to make it easy for them to come in after us.”

“Good idea.” David searched through his knapsack, bringing out what looked like a tube of hair gel. He squeezed out white goo along the edges of the door, careful not to let any touch his fingers.

“What’s that?”

“Glue. The nano kind. You can stick your shoes to the ceiling with this stuff and hang upside down.”

Tally’s eyes widened. She’d heard rumors of tricks you could play with nanotech glue, but uglies weren’t allowed to requisition it. “Tell me you haven’t done that.”

He smiled. “I had to leave them up there. Waste of good shoes. So how do we get down?”

Tally pulled a powerjack from her pack and pointed. “We take the elevator.”

The big metal box sticking up from the roof looked like a storage shed, but the double doors and eye-reader gave it away. Tally squinted, making sure the reader didn’t flash her, and worked her powerjack between the doors. They crumpled like foil.

Through the doors, a dark shaft dropped away to nothingness. Tally clicked her tongue, and the echoes indicated that it was a long way down. She glanced at her collar light. Still green.

Tally turned to David. “Wait for me to whistle.”

She stepped off into thin air.

Falling down the shaft was much scarier than leaping off Garbo Mansion, or even flying into space from the hilltop. The darkness offered no clue how deep the shaft was, and it felt to Tally as if she might fall forever.

She sensed the walls rushing past, and wondered if she was drifting toward one side as she fell, about to crash against it. She imagined herself bouncing from one wall to another all the way down, coming to a soft landing already broken and bleeding.

Tally kept her arms close to her sides.

At least she was sure the jacket would work in here. Elevators used the same magnetic lifters as any other hovercraft, so there was always a solid metal plate at the bottom.

After a long count of five, the jacket gripped Tally. She bounced twice, straight up and down, then settled onto a hard surface and found herself in silence and absolute blackness. Stretching out her hands, she felt the four walls around her. Nothing suggested the inside of closed doors. Her fingers came away greasy.

Tally peered upward. A tiny shaft of light shone above, and she could just make out David’s face peering down. She pursed her lips to whistle, but stopped.

A muffled sound came from below her feet. Someone talking.

She crouched, trying to grasp the words. But all Tally could hear was the razor sound of a cruel pretty’s voice. The mocking tone reminded her of Dr. Cable.

Without warning, the floor dropped out from under her. Tally struggled to keep her footing. When the elevator stopped again, one of her ankles twisted painfully under her weight, but she managed not to fall.

The sound below her faded. One thing was certain now: The complex wasn’t empty.

Tally lifted her head and whistled, then huddled in one corner of the shaft, hands covering her head, counting.

Five seconds later, a pair of feet dangled next to her, then jerked back up, the beam of David’s flashlight swinging around drunkenly. Gradually, he settled beside her. “Wow. It’s dark down here.”

“Shhh,” she hissed.

He nodded, sweeping the flashlight around the shaft. Just above them, it fell on the inside of closed doors. Of course. Standing on the elevator’s roof, they were midway between floors.

Tally interlaced her fingers, locking her hands together to give David a boost up to where he could wedge the powerjack between the doors. They crumpled open with a metal screech that set her hair on

end. He pulled himself through, then extended his hand back down to her. Tally grabbed it and pulled, her grippy shoes squeaking on the walls of the elevator shaft like a herd of panicked mice.

Everything was making too much noise.

The hallway was dark. Tally tried to convince herself that no one had heard them yet. Maybe this whole floor was empty at night.

She pulled out her own flashlight, pointing it at the doors as they walked down the hall. Small brown labels marked each of them.

“Radiology. Neurology. Magnetic Imaging,” she read softly. “Operating Theater Two.”

She looked at David. He shrugged and gave the door a push. It opened.

“I guess when you’re in an underground bunker, there’s no point in locking up,” he said softly. “After you.”

Tally crept inside. The room was big, the walls lined with dark and silent machines. An operating tank stood in the middle, the liquid drained out of it, tubes and electrodes hanging loosely in a puddle at the bottom. A metal table glistened with the cruel shapes of knives and vibrasaws.

“This looks like photos Mom showed me,” David said. “They do the operation here.”

Tally nodded. Doctors only put you in a tank if they were doing major surgery.

“Maybe this is where they make Specials special,” she said. The thought didn’t cheer her up.

They returned to the hall. A few doors later, they found a room labeled MORGUE .

“Do you…,” she started to ask.

David shook his head. “No.”

They searched the rest of the floor. Basically, it was a small, well-equipped hospital. There were no torture chambers or prison cells.

And no Smokies.

“Where to now?”

“Well,” Tally said. “If you were the evil Dr. Cable, where would you put your prisoners.”

“The evil who?”

“Oh. That’s her name, the woman who runs this place. I remember from when I got busted.”

David frowned, and Tally wondered if she’d said too much.

Then he shrugged. “I guess I’d put them in the dungeon.”

“Okay. Down, then.”

They found a set of fire stairs that led down, but they ended after only one flight. Apparently, they had reached the bottom floor of Special Circumstances.

“Careful,” Tally whispered. “Before, I heard people getting out of the elevator below me. They must be somewhere down here.”

This floor was lit by a soft glowstrip running down the middle of the hallway. A cold finger crept down Tally’s spine as she read the labels on the doors.

“Interrogation Room One. Interrogation Room Two. Isolation Room One,” she whispered, her flashlight flickering across the words like an anxious firefly. “Disorientation Room One. Oh, David, they must be down here somewhere.”

He nodded, and pushed one of the doors softly, but it didn’t budge. He ran his fingers around the edge, searching for a place where the powerjack could get purchase.

“Don’t let the eye-reader flash you,” Tally warned softly. She pointed at the little camera by the door. “If it thinks it sees an eye, it’ll read your iris and check with the big computer.”

“It won’t have any record of me.”

“And that will freak it out totally. Just don’t get too close. It’s automatic.”

“Okay,” David said, nodding. “These doors are too smooth, anyway. No place to fit a jack in. Let’s keep looking.”

Farther down the hall, a label caught Tally’s eye. “Long-Term Detention,” she whispered. The door had a long expanse of blank wall on either side, as if the room behind it was bigger than the others.

She put her ear to it, listening for any hint of sound.

She heard a familiar voice. It was coming closer. “David!” she hissed, pulling away from the door and throwing herself against the wall. David looked around frantically for a place to hide. Both of them were in plain view.

The door slid open, and Dr. Cable’s malevolent voice poured out.

“You’re simply not trying hard enough. You just have to convince her that—”

“Dr. Cable,” Tally said.

The woman spun to face Tally, her hawklike features twisted in surprise.

“I’d like to give myself up.”

“Tally Youngblood? How—”

From behind, David’s powerjack thudded against the side of Dr. Cable’s head, and she slumped to the floor.

“Is she…,” David stammered. His face was white.

Tally knelt and turned Dr. Cable’s head to inspect the wound. No blood, but she was out cold. No matter how formidable cruel pretties were, surprise still had its advantages. “She’ll be okay.”

“Dr. Cable? What’s going—”

Tally turned toward the voice, her eyes taking in the young woman before her.

She was tall and elegant, every feature perfection. Her eyes—deep and soulful, flecked with copper and gold—widened with a troubled look. Her generous lips parted wordlessly, and she raised one graceful hand. Tally’s heart almost stopped at the beauty of her confusion.

Then recognition filled the woman’s face, her broad smile illuminating the darkness, and Tally felt herself smiling in return. It felt good to make this woman happy.

“Tally! It is you.”

It was Shay. She was pretty.

“Shay…”

“You made it!” Shay’s stunning smile faded as she looked down at the crumpled form of Dr. Cable.

“What’s with her?”

Tally blinked, awed by the transformation of her friend. Shay’s beauty seemed to snuff out everything inside Tally; her fear, surprise, and excitement fled, leaving nothing but amazement. “You…turned.”

“Duh,” she said. “David! You’re both okay!”

“Uh, hi.” His voice was dry, his hands shaking as they gripped the powerjack. “We need your help, Shay.”

“Yeah, I guess you do.” She looked down at Dr. Cable again and sighed. “You guys still know how to make trouble, I see.”

Tally averted her eyes from Shay’s beauty, trying to focus her thoughts. “Where’s everyone else?

David’s parents? Croy?”

“Right in here.” Shay gestured over one shoulder. “All locked up. Dr. C has been totally bogus to us.”

“Keep her here,” David said. He pushed past Shay and through the door. Tally saw a row of small doors inside the long room, each with a tiny window set in it.

Shay beamed at her. “I’m so glad you’re all right, Tally. The thought of you all alone in the wild…of course, you weren’t alone, were you?”

Meeting Shay’s eyes, Tally was overwhelmed all over again. “What did they do to you?”

Shay smiled. “Besides the obvious?”

“Yeah. I mean, no.” Tally shook her head, not knowing how to ask Shay if she was brain damaged.

“Are any of the rest of them…”

“Pretty? No. I got to be first, because I made the most trouble. You should have seen me kicking and biting.” Shay chuckled.

“They forced you.”

“Yeah, Dr. C can be a major pain. It’s kind of a relief, though.”

Tally swallowed. “A relief…”

“Yeah, I hated this place. The only reason I’m here is that Dr. C wanted me to come by and talk to the Smokies.”

“You live in New Pretty Town,” Tally said softly. She tried to see past the beauty, to find whatever was behind Shay’s wide, perfect eyes.

“Yeah. I just came from the best party.”

Tally finally heard how slurred Shay’s words were. She was drunk. Maybe that was why she was acting so strangely. But she had called the others “the Smokies.” She wasn’t one of them anymore.

“You go to parties, Shay? While everyone here is locked up?”

“Well, I guess so,” Shay said defensively. “I mean, they’ll all get out once they turn. Once Cable gets over her stupid power trip.” She looked at the unconscious form on the floor and shook her head.

“She’s going to be in a bad mood tomorrow, though. Thanks to you two.”

The sound of complaining metal came from the detention room. Tally heard more voices.

“Of course, sounds like no one’ll be around to see it,” Shay said. “So how are you two doing, anyway?”

Tally opened her mouth, closed it, then managed to answer. “We’re…good.”

“That’s great. Listen, sorry I was such a pain about all that. You know what uglies are like.” Shay laughed. “Well, of course you do!”

“So you don’t hate me?”

“Don’t be silly, Tally!”

“I’m glad to hear that.” Of course, Shay’s blessing was meaningless. It wasn’t forgiveness, just brain damage.

“You did me a big favor, getting me out of that Smoke place.”

“You can’t really believe that, Shay.”

“What do you mean?”

“How could you change your mind so quickly?”

Shay laughed. “It took exactly one hot shower to change my mind.” She reached out and touched Tally’s hair, tangled and knotted from two weeks of camping out and riding all day. “Speaking of showers, you are a total mess.”

Tally blinked. Hot tears were forcing themselves into her eyes. Shay had wanted so much to keep her own face, to live on her own terms outside the city. But that desire had been extinguished.

“I didn’t mean to…betray you,” she said softly.

Shay glanced over her shoulder, then turned back and smiled. “He doesn’t know that you were working for Dr. C, does he? Don’t worry, Tally,” she whispered, putting one elegant finger to her lips. “Your ugly little secret is safe with me.”

Tally swallowed, wondering if Shay had found out the whole story. Maybe Dr. Cable had told them all what she’d done.

A buzzing sound came from beside Dr. Cable. On the work tablet she had been carrying, a request light blinked with an incoming call.

Tally picked up the tablet and handed it to Shay. “Talk to them!”

Shay winked, pushed a button, and said, “Hey, it’s me, Shay. No, I’m sorry, Dr. Cable’s busy. Doing what? Well, it’s complicated…” She muted the device. “Shouldn’t you be rescuing people or something,

Tally? That is the point of this little trick, right?”

“You’ll stay here?”

“Duh. This looks bubbly. Just because I’m pretty doesn’t mean I’m totally boring.”

Tally brushed past her and into the room. Two doors had been ripped open, David’s mother and another Smokey freed. The two were dressed in orange jumpsuits, with stunned and sleepy looks on

their faces. David was working another door, his powerjack thrust into a small slot at floor level.

Tally saw Croy’s face peering wide-eyed through one of the tiny windows, and planted her powerjack under his door. It whined to life, and the thick metal screeched as it bent upward. “David, they know something’s up!” she called.

“Okay. We’re almost done here.”

Her jack had wrenched a small gap in the metal, not big enough. Tally reset the tool, and the metal groaned again. Her days of pulling up railroad ties soon paid off, the jack tearing a hole the size of a doggy door.

Croy’s arms appeared, then his head, his jumpsuit ripping on jagged spurs of metal as he wriggled.

Maddy grabbed his hands and pulled him through. “That’s everyone who’s left,” she said. “Let’s go.”

“What about Dad!” David cried.

“We can’t help him.” Maddy ran into the hall.

Tally and David shared an anxious look, and followed.

Maddy was dashing down the hall toward the elevator, dragging Shay by the wrist behind her. Shay stabbed the tablet’s talk button and said, “Wait a second, I think she’s just coming back now. Hold please.” She giggled and muted the device again.

“Bring Cable!” Maddy called. “We need her!”

“Mom!” David ran after her.

Tally looked at Croy, then down at Dr. Cable’s crumpled form. Croy nodded, and they each took a wrist, dragging the woman along the slick floor at a trot, Tally’s grippy shoes squealing.

When the party reached the elevator, Maddy grabbed Dr. Cable by the collar and pulled her up to the eye-reader. The woman groaned once, softly. Maddy carefully pried open one of her eyes, and the elevator pinged, its doors sliding open.

Maddy tugged off the doctor’s interface ring and dropped her to the floor, then pulled Shay inside. Tally and the other Smokies followed, but David stood his ground. “Mom, where’s Dad?”

“We can’t help him.” Maddy yanked the tablet away from Shay and cracked it against the wall, then pulled David in against his protests. The doors closed, and the elevator asked, “Which floor?”

“Roof,” Maddy said, the interface ring still in her hand. The elevator began to move, Tally’s ears complaining at the swift ascent.

“What’s our escape plan?” Maddy snapped. The glazed look was completely gone from her eyes, as if she’d gone to sleep last night expecting to be rescued this morning.

“Uh, hoverboards,” Tally managed to answer. “Four of them.” Realizing that she hadn’t done so yet, Tally adjusted her crash bracelets to call them in.

“Oh, cool!” Shay said. “You know, I haven’t been boarding since I left the Smoke?”

“There’s seven of us,” Maddy said. “Tally, you take Shay. Astrix and Ryde, double up. Croy, you go alone and throw them off the track. David, I’ll ride with you.”

“Mom…,” David pleaded, “if he’s pretty, can’t you cure him? Or at least try?”

“Your father’s not pretty, David,” she answered softly. “He’s dead.”