Lies

Drake’s foot.
    Drake bellowed in rage. He tried to take a step forward, but his foot wasn’t just burned—it was gone. He rested his weight on a charred stump.
    Sam aimed and fired and Drake fell onto his back. Both his feet were gone now.
    But even as Sam watched, the legs were regenerating. Growing.
    “See?” Drake said through teeth gritted more in fury and triumph than in pain. “I can’t be killed, Sam. I’ll be with you forever.”
    Sam raised both hands.
    Beams of green light burned away the new growth. Sam played the light slowly up Drake’s legs. Calves. Knees. The whip hand thrashed and slashed, but Sam was out of range.
    Drake screamed.
    Thighs burned. Hips. But still Drake lived and screamed and laughed. “You can’t kill me!”
    “Yeah, well, let’s just see if that’s true,” Sam said.
    But then, a voice cried out. “Sing, Jill! Sing!”
    Nerezza, her face no longer covered with flesh but with what seemed to be billions of crawling cells that glowed a green not much different from Sam’s own killing light.
    “SIIIING, Siren!” Nerezza cried. “SIIIING!”

    Jill knew the song she was supposed to sing. The song John had taught her.
    She had come to fear Nerezza. She’d feared her almost from the first. But then had come the moment when Orsay told Nerezza to go away.
    The last words Orsay had spoken. “I can’t go on this way,” Orsay had said.
    “What do you mean?” Nerezza had asked.
    “You…you have to go away, Nerezza. I can’t go on this way.”
    That’s when Nerezza had done the horrible thing to Orsay. With her hands around Orsay’s throat. Squeezing. Orsay had barely seemed to fight back, as though she accepted it.
    Nerezza had carried her to the rock and dragged her to the top.
    “She’ll be fine,” Nerezza had lied to Jill. “And if you do exactly what I say, you’ll be fine, too.”
    Now Orsay stared through blank, empty eyes. She hadn’t seen Mary lead the children to the cliff.
    She hadn’t seen Mary pull the children off the edge.
    Hadn’t seen them fall.
    But Jill had.
    Jill sang.
    Tho’ like the wanderer,
    The sun goes down,
    Darkness be over me.
    My rest a stone;
    Yet in my dreams I’d be
    Nearer, my God, to thee,
    Nearer, my God, to thee,
    Nearer to thee!
    Sam’s killing light died.
    Brianna stood still completely still.
    Astrid froze in mid-cry.
    The kids of Perdido Beach, all within sound of the Siren’s voice, stopped, and turned toward the little girl.
    All but three.
    Little Pete stumbled toward his game player.
    Nerezza laughed and reached down to give a hand to Drake, who was swiftly regrowing what he had lost.
    “Sing on, Siren!” Nerezza cried, giddy, triumphant.
    Sam knew in a distant, far-off way what was happening. His mind still worked, though at a tenth of its normal speed, gears turning like a windmill in the faintest breeze.
    Drake could almost stand. In a moment he would come for Sam. He would finish what he had started.
    The memory of pain bubbled slowly up within Sam. Buthe lacked the power to move, to act, to do. He could only watch helplessly. Just like before. Helpless.
    But then, out of a corner of his eye, Sam saw something very strange. Something was flying very fast over the ocean.
    He heard a distant thwap thwap thwap.
    The sound grew louder, as the helicopter roared across the ocean.
    Loud.
    Louder.
    Loud enough.
    Sam tried to move and found that he could.
    “No!” Nerezza cried.
    Sam fired once. The beams hit Nerezza in the chest. It was enough to kill anyone. To burn a hole through any living thing.
    But Nerezza did not burn. She simply looked at Sam with a look of cold hatred. Her eyes glowed green, a light so bright it almost rivaled Sam’s fire for brightness. And then, she was gone.
    Drake watched as his feet grew back. But not quickly enough.
    “Now, Drake,” Sam said. “Where were we?”
    He felt Astrid at his side. “Do it,” she said grimly.
    “Yes, ma’am,” Sam said.

    Sanjit had mastered the art of flying straight ahead.
    He had almost mastered the art of aiming in one particular direction. You could do it with the pedals. So long as youwere very, very gentle and very, very careful.
    But he wasn’t exactly sure he knew how to stop.
    Now he was rushing toward land at amazing speed. And he supposed he might as well keep going a while longer. Especially since he didn’t quite know how to stop. Exactly.
    But then Virtue yelled, “Stop!”
    “What?”
    Virtue reached over, grabbed the cyclic,