Anthem's Fall

Chapter Sixty Three

The ballroom was roused into a tantrum anew at the sight of the two grotesque goliaths. Vengelis evidently seemed unbothered with the uproar for the moment. He held a commanding hand up to the behemoths, indicating for them to wait, and turned to Kristen.

"If you try to run away again, I will kill every person in this room, and you last. You are mine now."

Kristen could barely hear him. She felt a renewed fainting wave splash over her as she gawked at the two giants standing by the shattered windows. "What the hell is going on?" she mumbled as Vengelis turned away from her and approached the giants, his face stern.

"Grazil-ta liriko Shicago?" Vengelis called out to them.

Kristen looked up, startled by his abrupt switch to a language she had never heard.

The two giants each nodded, and Vengelis looked satisfied.

"Pezca rez iliam ta. Rakool fahresk." Vengelis beckoned them with a finger, and paced back to Kristen. The two lumbering giants followed him across the ballroom, their footfalls shaking the panels beneath her soles. She thought their faces were wild and feral where Vengelis's was regal and composed. Vengelis seemed pleased by her queasy reaction. "Kristen Jordan, I would like you to meet Lord General Alegant Hoff and Royal Guard Krell Darien."

Kristen's lips were as white as paper. She said nothing, for fear of throwing up if she opened her mouth even slightly.

"We're going to make this very simple for you, Kristen. These two soldiers you see here are what attacked the city of Chicago. They do not feel even a semblance of compassion or remorse for your people. To them, their actions in Chicago were equivalent to stepping on an anthill, nothing more. At my slightest whim, they will destroy another city in minutes. You, Kristen Jordan, will help me with what I need, right here and right now. If you do so, these two won't have to destroy this city, or others. All I ask is for your cooperation. It is as Madison here said: all I'm asking for is compliance. That is the truth, and it seems perfectly fair to me. Does it seem fair to you?"

Kristen nodded her head a quarter inch, still captivated by the sheer size of the two giants. Even though they were not standing on the stage, they were still at her eye level.

"Good." Vengelis turned back to the giants and waved them to the window. "Jinrak ezkeesh lorr mischka."

Both of the monsters turned and sprinted across the ballroom, the large chandeliers swaying and chiming from their heavy steps. They then leapt straight out of the windows into the open air, and instead of falling down to the street, ascended upward past the window frame.

"They . . . you . . . fly?" Kristen mumbled.

"Yes. But that is just one facet of our power. Sejero power. However, it isn't my wish to talk about Sejero genetics, I am here to discuss Felixes."

"Genetics allow you to fly, allow those giants to fly? That's not possible."

Vengelis snapped his fingers in front of Kristen's face and her head started violently. "I am not here to argue possibilities or impossibilities with you. We need to talk about the Felixes."

"You actually created them?" Kristen said, her pale lips barely moving and her attention still on the empty window frames. "Vatruvian replicates based off your own genetics?"

Vengelis nodded gravely.

"Evidently, wherever you come from doesn't place much stock in morality."

"Evidently." Vengelis nodded with a trace of sorrow. "But now it is up to me to deal with them."

Kristen thought about the glowing blue eyes of the mice in their cages. It was going to require a lot of insight and speculation to shed any light on the Felix replicates mentioned in the report he had given her. She thought back to Cara William's stress tests of the Vatruvian cells.

"The Felixes are resilient, strong," Kristen ventured. "More powerful than you."

Vengelis turned up to the projection screen, his eyes looking heavy. "Don't speak to me of power."

Kristen turned to where he was looking and saw that it depicted what was happening in Chicago. She forced herself to look away at once; it was too terrible and overwhelming. The hotel manager had evidently been successful in turning on the news broadcast, but he now lay wheezing on the stage. The giants had been too much for him.

"You did that?"

"Yes," Vengelis said at once. "The two soldiers you just met did, under my command."

"Why?"

"Simple, really. Submission. I gave the order so the scientists here would help me, though I never could have imagined Felix technology would actually exist here. In a sense I'm reeling as much as you are."

"Are they strong? These Felix replicates?" Kristen asked quietly.

"Yes. Incomprehensibly." Vengelis sighed as he watched the news report of Chicago with an expression that conveyed a hint of being overwhelmed himself.

"And their eyes?"

Vengelis froze and she noticed his chest constrict. "Their eyes . . . you know of their eyes? How?"

"I've seen them," Kristen said. "Though not on the face of a human. The man who you just killed—my boss—created Vatruvian mice."

"Mice . . ." Vengelis trailed off.

From beyond the empty windows a series of deep resonant clanging sounds echoed from far off, and the hint of a distant crowd's high-pitched roar drifted faintly in the wind. Kristen turned for a moment to the windows and back to Vengelis. On the screen overhead, a leaning skyscraper in Chicago at last fell to its side, and the audience in the ballroom momentarily transitioned from whimpers to wails.

Vengelis roared for them to be silent, never taking his gaze off Kristen. "I have told my two men to destroy any bridges leading off this island so we can have all the time in the world for our discussion. With one word from me, they will shift from simply toying with your people to outright massacring them. Millions of people can die at your whim, right here and right now. Or you can do as I tell you and ensure that every one of them stays safe and sound and protected from my men."

Kristen's nostrils flared, and she nearly responded hotly, but quickly composed herself and tried to respond as lucidly as possible. "So what is it exactly that you are asking of me?"

"Asking of you?" Vengelis raised his eyebrows. "I am not asking you to do anything. I am ordering you to show me how to defeat these Felix machines."

Kristen found herself unable to respond she was so afraid. Try as she could to stay calm, panic was rising in her stomach. How could she possibly describe how to destroy something she knew nothing about? She knew the genetics and molecular construction of Vatruvian cells, not how to kill a Vatruvian entity replicated off of an enigma that was obviously beyond the grasp of modern science.

Vengelis was looking at her with unmistakable hope, which Kristen knew was not good, for she now understood his question. Kristen also knew that—with Professor Vatruvia dead on the stage—she was the only person capable of answering it. And she knew she would not be able to.