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"Ew!" shouted several voices in the crowd, sounding both delighted and disgusted at the same time.
"There," Nick said. "A hot fudge sundae. "
The girl and her friends didnt wait for spoons to be ripped--they devoured it with their hands.
"So," said Isaiah, "the Chocolate Ogre isnt a monster . . . hes a thief. "
Nick didnt deny it. He had thought long and hard about what it meant to rip things from the living world, but he ultimately decided that the needs of Everlost outweighed the needs of the living. "Ever hear of Robin Hood?" he said to the crowd, as much as to Isaiah.
"Sure--he robbed from the rich and gave to the poor. "
"Well," said Nick, "the living are rich, whether they know it or not. The way I see it, we deserve a small share of the world that was stolen from us. "
Isaiah didnt say he agreed, but he didnt disagree, either.
"Okay," said Nick. "Whos next?"
Almost every hand went up, with shouts of "Me! Me! Me!"
Nick turned to Isaiah. "Get me a list of ten reasonable requests, and well see what we can do. " * * *
Nick counted on Isaiah to weed out the needy from the greedy, and Nick wasnt disappointed.
"About half of them wanted you to rip them a pet," Isaiah said, when he brought the list of requests to the parlor car. He glanced at Kudzu, who had busied himself licking the chocolate off everything in sight--poison for a living dog, but not a problem for an Afterlight canine.
"I was worried that might happen," Nick said. "What did you tell them?"
"I told them that ripping dogs and cats right out of their lives wouldnt be right. "
"I only done it once," Zin told him, glancing at Nick a little sheepishly. "Kudzu here was bein beaten by his owner. Had to save him from that, and rippin him was the only way. "
Hearing his name, the dog came over, and rolled onto his back, waiting for a belly rub. Isaiah obliged. "Beatin a dog! You shoulda ripped his owners heart clear out while you were at it. "
"I did!" said Zin. Then she waffled. "Well, I almost did. I mean, I woulda done it, but the dog was watchin. Couldnt let him see that, could I?"
Kudzu purred like a kitten as Isaiah rubbed his belly. "Sure is one funny-lookin pooch. " Then he stood up and handed Nick the list. "Here you go--ten reasonable requests. Lets see what the girl can do. "
The requests that Isaiah passed along were all well-chosen, and although it took some time, they were doable. A saxophone and a guitar for two kids who hadnt played since the day they each crossed over. The sixth Harry Potter book, which, for some reason, was the only one that never crossed into Everlost. A Bible--which often did cross--but the request was for one in Portugese. Zin ripped an art set for a girl who had brushes, but no paint, a big sixty-four box of Crayolas for the younger kids, and a pair of glasses for a kid whose eyesight was as bad in Everlost as it was in life. The remaining requests were for desperately needed sports equipment. Nick was surprised that Isaiah didnt pass along any more food orders, but as it turned out, Isaiah had his reasons.
Once all ten requests had been fulfilled, Isaiah called Nick in for a private meeting. Isaiahs quarters were comfortable but modest, behind an unassuming storefront in Underground Atlanta. He lived no better than any of the kids in his care, although he did have a bit more room. There was a bed that was probably just for show, since most Afterlights--especially leaders--didnt sleep. There was a Formica table from the 1950s, an orange leather sofa probably from the seventies, and several fragile-looking round-backed chairs that looked like something Nicks grandmother might have owned. Nick made a mental note to have Zin rip Isaiah a respectable furniture set.
Nick sat on the sofa, figuring it would be the least likely to be left with permanent chocolate stains, and Isaiah sat across from him in one of the grandma chairs.
"Ive let you have your fun," Isaiah said. "Now I want to know what you want from us. "
Nick knew there was a fine line between a gift and a bribe. He could only hope that he was still on the right side of that line. "I would have ripped all those things for your Afterlights, without getting anything in return," he told Isaiah. "But youre right--there are a couple of things Id like to ask you for. "
"You can ask," said Isaiah, "but it doesnt mean Im gonna give. "
Nick cleared his throat so that his speech lost that thick chocolatey tone. "First I need information. I need to know about other Afterlights in other towns and cities in the South. I need numbers if you have them, and what those Afterlights are like--are they friends or enemies? Are they easy to deal with, or should they be avoided? You know-- that kind of thing. "
"Fine," said Isaiah. "Ill tell you what I know about the South. " The chair creaked as Isaiah leaned back in it. "But thats not all you want, is it?"
Nick took a moment. This one wouldnt be as easy. He tried to sit up as straight as he could in the low-slung sofa, and looked Isaiah in the eye.
"Id like fifty of your Afterlights. "
Isaiahs expression became so stony, the features of his face actually seemed changed. "Theyre not for sale," he growled.
"No--thats not what I mean. " Nick said. "Mary Hightower is a threat to all of us, and I can guarantee you that shes building an army. Which means I need to build one too. So Im asking you for fifty volunteers. Only those who want to go--I dont want to force anyone. "
Isaiah took his time to think about it. "I dont like it," he said. "I dont like it one bit . . . but I do get the feeling that living under the Sky Witch would be a whole lot worse. "
Nick leaned forward. "Will you do it, then? Will you ask for volunteers?"
"If I give it my blessing, youll get your volunteers," Isaiah said. "But its gonna take more than ten reasonable requests, from the Ripper to get my blessing. "
"All right, then--what?"
What Isaiah asked for was a feast. A Christmas feast for his entire vapor, regardless of the fact that it was the summer. Nick supposed that in a timeless world, each day could be whatever day you wanted it to be.
"Everyone knows how hard it is to find food thats crossed over," Isaiah pointed out. "You saw how they acted when they saw that ice cream. Coulda had a riot if I wasnt there to keep the peace. " Isaiah indicated a little jar in the corner that held just one unbroken fortune cookie. "Mostly we get those damn fortune cookies--and when its a bad fortune, no onell even eat the crumbs. "
"So," asked Nick, who knew more than anyone that every Everlost fortune was true, "was your last fortune a good one, or a bad one?"
Isaiah raised his eyebrows. "At first I thought it was bad, but maybe its turning halfway decent. "
"What did it say?"
Isaiah gave him the slightest hint of a grin. "It said Embrace the bittersweet. "
The feast took some time to arrange, and since all the ripping effort was Zins, it exhausted her--but she was a trooper. Nick had her rip a smorgasbord of edible items from dozens upon dozens of restaurants, markets, and homes.
"Why caint I go to some big ole banquet hall," Zin asked, "and rip all the food from there?"
"That would be easier," Nick admitted, "but it would also be obnoxious. If we have to steal hundreds of meals from the living, we should spread it out--so that no one feels the cost of what theyve lost. "
It was obvious that Zin cared little for the living and their loss. The concept of "responsible ripping" was foreign to her. Fortunately, in her many years in Everlost, her designs were never so grand that her ripping created major problems for the living. Unless you count all the missing artillery.
In the end, Zin did what she was told, and asked if this earned her a raise in her military rank. Nick told her a good soldier never asks.
It took three days, working round the clock, to rip enough food to feed the Afterlights of Atlanta, but it was worth the effort. Nick had to admit, when they gathered for the meal, hed never seen a group of Afterlights so joyful and so content. Whether he got his militia
or not, he was glad to have done this.
When all was said and done, and everyone had eaten until they were satisfied, Isaiah asked for volunteers for Nicks army. "Someones gotta stand up to the Sky Witch," Isaiah told them. "And we gotta do our share. "
Nick had asked for fifty--and he ended up with almost eighty--which posed a logistical problem, since the train had only an engine, a parlor car, and a single passenger car. Thats when Zin, to everyones amazement, had ripped her first train car from the living world.
Isaiah was true to his word, and just before they left, he gave them pretty good intelligence as to where they could find friendly Afterlights, and which ones should probably be avoided. He also gave Nick a word of friendly, heartfelt advice.
"You need to remember who you were," Isaiah told him. "Because more and more you got that mud-pie look about you. Theres more chocolate on your shirt--its even getting into your hair now. I gotta say, it worries me. "
"We cant choose what we remember," Nick said, repeating what Mary had once told him, "but Ill try. "
"Well, I wish you all the luck in both worlds," Isaiah said. Then, as a gesture of friendship, they put their hands together, and crushed Isaiahs one unbroken fortune cookie between their palms.
Their fortune read, "Luck is the poorest of strategies. "
While Isaiah might have felt insulted, Nick took this as evidence that he was doing the right thing--preparing for his confrontation with Mary as best he could.
That was more than a month ago. Since leaving Atlanta, Nick and his train had zigzagged from town to town, city to city, on any dead rails that would get them there.
"Id rip us fresh train tracks," Zin said, "but I can only rip things I can actually move. "
The "mud-pie" look that Isaiah had spoken of was even more pronounced than before--so much so that Nick had taken the mirror in the parlor car, and spread his chocolate hand back and forth across it until it was too thick with the stuff to show his reflection. He had work to do, and thinking about himself, well, it was just a distraction.
Based on what Isaiah had told him, they traveled to more than a dozen towns and cities in Georgia and the Carolinas, bringing in volunteers everywhere they went. Zin had become a whiz at dazzling audiences with the items she ripped right before their eyes, and once they were wide-eyed with wonder, Nick offered them a feast without being asked, because if there was one thing that was universal in Everlost, it was the absence of, and the craving for, a good meal.
By the time they reached Chattanooga, Tennessee, and added that ninth train car, Nicks anti-Mary fighting force numbered nearly four hundred.
"Its good to be part of an army again," Zin told Nick, as they headed south toward Birmingham, Alabama. "Ive been waitin halfway to forever for someone to fight. "
"We fight because we have to," Nick told her. "We fight because its the right thing to do, not because we want to. "