Part 12 (1/2)

”Iggy, you're the future of humankind,” Josh went on. ”You've adapted to the requirements of a harsher New World. We're the future too. Join us!”

The podkids gathered closer, Ella included, smiling and trying to touch Iggy.

”If Iggy's the future, I guess we're all going to need spray-on tans and sungla.s.ses,” I muttered to Total.

”I am am the answer!” Iggy's voice boomed. the answer!” Iggy's voice boomed.

Total giggled. ”That ham!” I poked him with my foot.

”He's the answer! He's the answer!” they chanted.

”Prove you cherish the One Light!” Iggy yelled, which I thought was a tad dramatic. ”Do you want to be like the Igster?”

”Yes! Yes!” they said feverishly, and I shuddered, remembering how one of them had offered to gouge out his eyes back at the rally so he could be blind like Iggy.

Iggy crouched down and grabbed a handful of dusty dirt from the ground and spit into it. Then he walked over to Josh, who looked a little uncertain, and wrote his name on the guy's face with his finger. One by one the brainwashed kids spit into their dirty hands and smeared ”IG” on their own cheeks. It was freaky. And kind of amazing.

”And... this is why Iggy's not the flock leader,” I whispered to Nudge.

The kids all started flapping their arms and shrieking, and since they looked a bit distracted, Iggy pulled Ella over to the side, near where the rest of us were hiding.

”Iggy?” Ella said, turning to look at him. ”How did you find us?”

”Um... my heart... led me here,” Iggy said, thinking fast. ”Now we just need to convince the rest of the flock to join the group. Gee, look-there they are!”

I took that as my cue and stepped out of the darkness toward Ella. She looked surprised to see me and even more surprised when Dylan sidled up next to her. But then her programming took over, and she needed to share the message with us.

”We must embrace the One Light.” Ella beamed.

”The One Light?” I asked. ”Oh, yeah, the One Light. Remind me of its glory.”

”The One Light will show us how to become less and how to become more,” Ella said with conviction.

”What the heck does that mean?” I whispered to Dylan.

”Like, they'll have genetic material stripped away and then replaced?” Dylan guessed quietly. I met his eyes and nodded, and then I remembered the last time I was out in the desert with him, at night. I turned away so he wouldn't see me blush.

”Right, right,” said Iggy. ”And when will this happen?”

”In five days,” Ella told him. ”When the Doomsday Group calls us home, all across the world. The world will end, but we'll go on living.”

My eyes widened. Not good news.

”You got it, El,” I said. ”But first we're just going to take a detour for a little therapeutic deprogramming session.”

”No,” Ella's face darkened. ”I want to stay here. Everyone needs to stay right here.”

But Dylan moved in quickly, grabbing her under one arm. Iggy got a grip under the other. They flew off into the night, with Ella shrieking between them and the Doomsdayers wildly flapping their arms down below.

45.

AFTER THE FIRST five minutes at the convention center hosting Comic-Con, Fang thought he'd seen it all: Attendees ranging from nine-year-old geeks to ninety-year-old scenesters in costumes featuring tentacles that moved, wings that moved (but were too small to actually support anyone's weight), and antennae that moved, and even a pair of blinking eyes in the back of one guy's head Short, short skirts on hundreds of girls dressed as anime characters, Haruhi, and Lara Croft, with complimentary, as Ratchet put it, ”b.o.o.b salad”

Lots and lots of Trekkies People dressed up like him and Max and the rest of the flock People who wanted his autograph And, worst of all, birdkid manga based on the flock that, unfortunately, featured him and Max in several torrid embraces ”Hot,” said Maya from behind him. Fang coughed and abruptly closed the Max manga.

But Maya just laughed. ”Lead on,” she said, taking his arm.

The main room was the size of several football fields, with a thirty-foot ceiling and high windows. Blue carpeting defined aisles that were lined on either side by booths. On the perimeter were huge, ornate displays for Lucasfilm and Marvel Comics, among others.

Fang felt trapped, claustrophobic, like he was on a wild goose chase before the chase had even started. But, oddly, having Maya on his arm sort of helped. It wasn't the kind of thing Max would have done. Maya wasn't quite as hard as Max, not quite as tough. She was different, and Fang kind of... liked it.

Fang's gang cl.u.s.tered near him as streams of people flowed through the big revolving doors at the front of the building.

”This is going to be awesome,” Holden raved as a pair of girls dressed in skimpy anime costumes pushed past them.

There was barely room to move. A big lizard's long tail whacked Fang's ankle, making him wince. Ratchet's green eyes almost popped out of his head as a buxom model dressed as Wonder Woman strode past, bracelets sparkling.

”How could the Doomsday Group hold a rally inside a huge, crowded building like this?” Fang asked. Even he could hear the lack of confidence in his voice. He'd read online that this year's convention expected more than one hundred thousand visitors over four days. All inside. Surrounding him. It was pretty much one of his top-five worst nightmares. What had he been thinking?

”Maybe they'll have a special table or a booth,” Holden Squibb suggested.

More people swarmed past, most of them in costume. They saw sci-fi and fantasy characters, hundreds of comic book characters, old and new-people dressed up as virtually every kind of character, movie star, and species imaginable. But what hadn't they seen? You got it. Anything remotely related to the Doomsday Group.

Wait a minute! That's why the DG must be holding their rally here, Fang thought. Any kind of enhanced kid, any freak of nature, anything the least bit out of the ordinary wouldn't be noticed here. They'd blend in perfectly, and no one would bat an eye, or multiple eyes, as the case may be. Fang thought. Any kind of enhanced kid, any freak of nature, anything the least bit out of the ordinary wouldn't be noticed here. They'd blend in perfectly, and no one would bat an eye, or multiple eyes, as the case may be.

Kate and Star looked at each other nervously as four Stormtroopers thundered down the hall, brandis.h.i.+ng weapons.

Every hair on the back of Fang's neck stood up when he realized that those weapons could be real. These people could all be spies. This whole thing could be a setup, a huge trap that he had walked right into. But this was the only lead he had.

”Oh, man...” Fang rubbed his chin. He looked at his gang-each member special, with amazing powers. But how were they at fighting? At escaping? Would it be the stupidest thing in the world to send them on their way, possibly putting them in danger?

”Okay, everyone, stay together,” he instructed in a low voice. ”Keep your eyes open for anything having to do with the DG. A T-s.h.i.+rt, a b.u.mper sticker, anyone mentioning it, anything at all, you tell me. Got it?”

”Got it,” said Star, as she saluted crisply.

Fang was starting to understand why he felt so freaked out. Here, among all these costumed people, he and Maya and the others were normal. They were average because everyone else was so extreme. Was that what the DG wanted? To enhance everyone, so everyone would be ”special”?

But... if everyone was special, wouldn't that really mean that no one was special at all?

46.

”MAYBE THE PEOPLE who said there'd be a rally here didn't know what they were talking about,” Ratchet suggested when the gang got outside the convention center. ”I was listening to everyone, everywhere, and I didn't-”

Suddenly he stopped dead in his tracks and held up a finger, adjusting his headphones. The others looked at him. He closed his eyes and very slowly turned his body slightly to the left. Fang waited, shrugging when Maya raised her eyebrows at him.