And then, with one final crash that slammed them all into one padded side of the curved structure, it ended.
Everything stopped, grew still, silent.
The only sounds were the moans coming from the battered humans inside.
“My arm!” Paul screamed out. “I think I broke my stinking arm!”
“What happened?” Sofia asked, her voice strained and tight.
Portal Number Seven lay on its side. Tick and the others were in a crumpled heap on top of each other, resting on one of the curved, padded sections that used to be vertical. With more groans and moans, they crawled away from each other. A hissing sound came from outside, followed by something that sounded like electric sparks.
Tick sat up, every inch of his body in pain. He looked over at Paul, who cradled his left arm with his right.
“You okay?” Tick said.
Paul looked up, a tear streaking out of his right eye. “Dude, it hurts, it really, really hurts.”
“You think you broke it?” Sofia asked, rubbing one of her ankles.
“Yeah,” Paul said, his face squeezed into a grimace of pain. “Ah, man, it kills!” Another tear slid down his cheek. Tick looked away, worried Paul would be embarrassed at being seen crying.
Sofia stood up, wobbling a second before she caught her balance. “We must have crashed or something. We’ve gotta get out of here, get Paul to a hospital.”
Tick joined her and together they walked across the curved wall to the door, which was about four feet in the air, sideways. It was twisted slightly, and it took both of them ramming it with their shoulders before it finally popped open and slammed against the crumpled white wall of the portal.
Tick and Sofia made surprised grunts at the same time when they saw where they were.
“What’s . . . out there?” Paul asked through clenched teeth.
Tick couldn’t answer, his eyes glued to the wall of thick, enormous trees beyond the doorway.
“We’re in a forest,” Sofia said.
As if the pain had finally sent him over the edge, Paul started laughing.
Chapter
31
The Sickness of Sato
Master George felt his heart breaking in two as he stared at Sato.
The poor lad thrashed in his bindings, twisting his arms and legs, arching his back as he strained against the ropes tied to his ankles and wrists. He lay on a bed in the holding cell, the sheets a jumbled mess from his spasms and fits of lunacy. Deep bruises marked where the ropes touched his skin, yet he didn’t stop his fruitless efforts to escape.
He had the illness, the disease.
Sato had gone quite insane.
Master George gripped his hands together, wishing so badly he could have just a few seconds of conversation with the real Sato, who was locked somewhere inside the mind infected by Chu’s mysterious plague. The bravery shown by the boy in entering that mountain insane asylum made Master George so proud it hurt. He also felt again the pains of losing Sato’s parents all those years ago, a dreadful death that still made him feel hot, as if the heat from the flying fires of that fateful day had never quite left his skin.
“We’re going to make everything right,” Master George said aloud, even though he doubted Sato could hear, let alone understand, his words. “Rutger and I are working on the antidote every second of the day. And we’re getting close, very close. Hang in there, lad, hang in there. Your suffering may be the very key that saves us all.”
Sato stilled, then, letting out an enormous sigh as his body came to rest on the sweaty, crumpled sheets of the bed. Master George leaned forward, terrified he’d made a huge mistake in saying anything.
“He’s back in my head,” Sato whispered in a chant-like voice that sent chills up Master George’s arms. “He wants to speak to you.”
“Sato, are you there?” Master George asked. “Even with him in your head, are you there, listening to me?”
“He wants to speak to you,” Sato repeated.
“I don’t care about him, Sato. I want you to know that we’re doing everything we can to save you, and that your mission was an enormous success. We are going to take care of you.”
Sato slowly turned his head until his eyes—glazed over as if drugged—met with Master George’s. “That’s very sweet of you, George. Your softness has always been your greatest weakness.”
Master George sat back in his chair as if slapped, but he quickly regained his composure. “Am I speaking with you, Reginald? Come to show me how low you’ve finally sunk, have you?”
“I know what you’re doing,” Chu said through Sato’s mouth. Perhaps it was the eyes, or perhaps it was the unusual tone of his voice, but somehow it seemed like it really was Chu lying there, speaking.
“Quite smart, aren’t you?” Master George replied.
A grin appeared on Sato’s face, a grin so evil it made him look like a demon. “Yes, actually. I’m very, very smart, George. Which is why you’ll never succeed in creating a cure for Dark Infinity.”
“Who said anything about a cure?”
“Very well, George. Play your games, insult my intelligence. The day is coming, and very soon, when I will have an apprentice strong enough to make Dark Infinity fully functional. Everything will change, then. You’d be wise to consider your allegiances—I could use your help as well.”
“What’s your plan, Reginald?” Master George asked, knowing he should just walk away but unable to. “Haven’t you enough power? Why must you ruin so many lives? Why can’t you use your skills to better the Realities? Still not powerful enough to wash away your pathetic loathing of yourself? Quite sad, really.”
Sato’s face tightened, reddened, any semblance of a smile gone. “What I do, I do for the good of all mankind, George. The Realities need me, and this is the only way to gain the power necessary to change things. In the end, you and everyone else will thank me.”
Master George leaned forward, elbows on knees, his eyes narrowing. “That sounds quite familiar, Reginald. I’ve heard almost the exact same words come out of the mouth of Mistress Jane. The both of you have merely cloaked your evil with good intentions. We will win in the end, I assure you.”
“You have—”
“Silence!” Master George yelled, standing up. “I will hear no more of your lies!”
He walked out of the holding cell immediately, slamming the door shut with every ounce of strength left in his old body.