Authors: Vanessa Barger
by Vanessa Barger
Published by Astraea Press, LLC
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INTO THE ETHER
Copyright Â© 2011 VANESSA BARGER
Cover Art Designed By Elaina Lee
Edited By Kim Bowman
For my family, who love me even if I am a little eccentric, and who gave me my love of reading and technology. Love you!
For my friends, because you listen to me ramble and pretend to know what I'm talking about, even if you don't. Thanks. You're awesome.
For the YAFFers who are the best critters I could ask for!
In the distance
a steam engine stalled out
and throbbed in the night air.
My skin rippled with distress
as I picked through
I could hear the
drawing closer, but s
till far enough away that
I wouldn't be noticed.
My heart fluttered
Only a few more steps.
bright shaft of light
across my back, sending my
shadow into sharp relief on the pavement.
All pretense thrown aside
broke into a run
The steam auto roared behind me and I risked a glance over my shoulder.
Two police officers hunched in the cramped glass carriage of the auto.
following commands barked by his partner, who rode in the passenger seat.
He hung out the win
dow, his spotlamp
trained on me.
At the nearest corner I flung myself to the left and searched for an alle
yway, a door
any place to
The brick buildings coated with soot and grime did
t offer any respite.
My lungs burned and fear made my legs watery.
he auto was close enough, even after making the turn, that I could see the sparkling moisture gathered on the lookout's brow.
I hoped his eyebrow
singed in the heat from the gas spotlamp.
Paying too much attention to what was behind me, I missed the curb and slipped.
, both hands spread to break my fall.
My knees scrape
d rough pavement and I heard the sound of ripping fabric
to my elbows
from the impact.
The auto pulled along side and I paused, waiting as the officer le
apt from the auto, laughing
my feet under
hiding them in
the folds of my ragged skirt.
When he reached out to grab my hands, I sprang up,
him off guard
at his chest with all the force I could muster.
eyes wide with surprise and a wicked oath on his tongue.
I noted with some satisfaction that he'd landed on his rear in a large puddle of something unpleasant.
spun and ran back the way I'
When my knees felt like pudding and my chest burned with each breath, I stopped, crouching in the shadow of a doorway.
strained to hear past my
For the moment, there was nothing.
I'd run more than ten blocks
All the same,
, pressed against the glass doorway, for several minutes.
No sense in getting away once only to be caught again.
I didn't have enough stamina for that.
by a church bell tolled the hour.
Time for a shift change at the station.
No police officer stopped if they were on their way home.
Too much effort.
Creeping out of my hiding place, I made my way down the street, clinging to the walls and shadows, staying away from the pools of flickering gas light under the lamps.
Almost halfway home, I stopped and patted my pockets, anxiety making my heart jump.
Tonight I had been sent out
, which didn't happen often.
My value lay in knowing an object's worth rather than
actually stealing anything
I never came back with much, but I didn't want to come back empty handed.
This evening, only a few small coins
weighted my pockets
I reached inside
and curled my fingers around the round metal discs, warm from my body heat.
Continuing, I sighed in relief.
Everything was still there.
y hands burrowed deeper
where the icy air could
ootsteps sounded behind me, slow at first,
drew closer as I approached the dark mouth of an alleyway.
My stomach knotted
and I jumped over a mound of blackened snow
landing neatly in the center of the street.
Before I could summon the energy to run, a dark shape rammed into my gut and locked arms around my waist.
All the air rushed from my lungs and I narrowly avoided cracking my skull on the pavement.
I kicked and scratched at the human attached to me.
The attacker squeezed harder, and cold soaked through the back of my dress.
face appeared over mine.
I know you're jumpy, but
no need to tear me apart.”
I shook my head and shoved him off.
“You're such a pain.”
He whacked his cap on his thigh a few times, winked at me,
“That's why you like me so much.”
He hid his copper hair under the hat again and fell into step beside me.
“What did you get this time?”
I held out the coins briefly and then pushed them back into my pocket.
“You really stink, you know that?”
“Its good Justin doesn't keep you based on your takes.”
I pushed at him and he laughed.
“Do I even want to know what loot you're carrying around?”
He started to pull something out of the inside pocket of his coat, but stopped.
There hadn't been more than a couple other people on the streets
They were suddenly absent.
searched the misty
ahead of us, while Terry looked behind.
A noise caught m
y ear, and I tugged Terry into a dark alcove
of a steam auto
The hulking metal beast rounded the corner, brass scratched and dull in the wavering gaslight.
Gray puffs burst from the steam stack at the rear, and smuts winked red in the night before littering the pavement.
Police sat in the fro
nt, keeping an eye on things
I pulled my coat closer.
They weren't looking too hard or they would have turned a search lamp
our hiding spot
“They're getting more frequent.”
Terry's teasing tone vanished.
You'd outrun them in a flash,” I said, but my heart wasn't quite in it.
They'd been patrolling our side of London more often than normal.
Our antics were beginning to get noticed.
Terry shrugged and slid around the corner without answering.
His fingers waved me forward.
Sometimes, I forgot Terry was
older than me.
He could be so childish one minute and so grown-up the next.
Right now he seemed thirty instead of
“Elliot and I tried to tell Justin about the police a couple days ago.
He didn't believe us.
Maybe if you say something, he'll take it more seriously.”
Terry waited for my nod.
“We're stealing from important people.
It's too noticeable.”
I knew that.
I'd held every stolen object and seen the lives that touched it.
and seeing the memories of
had been a thrill for a
Nowâ¦I pushed the thought aside.
My abilities gave me a warm place to sleep, a full belly, and a family.
Any second thoughts were
“I'll talk to him when we get back.
Besides, he'll probab
ly insist I get another lesson i
n pick pocketing from you and Elliot when he sees how little I've brought back.”
Terry rolled his eyes.
to steal, Gennie.
You just don't want to.”
We both knew he was right so I just shrugged
The rest of our
trek through the streets went by
We passed two more patrol autos.
erry was right
They were looking
d me how close they
We slid behind Grant Dennison's pie shop and
a pile of old crates to one side.
a small wooden door guarded an
entrance into the network of sewers an
d abandoned tunnels of
Terry rapped out a pattern of knocks on the wood and the door opened.
Elliot waited for us to get past before reaching out with a curved metal bar and yanking the pile of debris back into place and closing the door.
“Have you two seen anyone else?”
His eyes were red around the edges, as if he'd been crying.
We shook our heads.
Elliot shook his head and wiped his nose on his wrist.
I put my hands on my hips and glared.
Elliot was three years younger, so sometimes I could bully him into telling me what I wanted to know.
Tonight a scowl did the job.
“Clarissa is missing.
She should have been back hours ago, but no one's seen he
I just know the police
loaded her into the back of one of their autos.
They're goin' to take her and throw her in Newgate and I'll never see her again.”
“That's ridiculous,” I told him.
I forced my words to sound sincere, even though I didn't believe them.
“I'm sure your sister is fine.
She's probably just taking her time coming back.”
Elliot shrugged and his eyes shimmered.
He mumbled something and sniffed.
“You two'd best be on your way.
Justin's sent word that you should go to him directly.”
I wanted to stay until Elliot felt better, but we knew Clarissa's chances grew slimmer as the evening wore on.
Besides, if Justin sent word that he wanted to see us right away, something big was happening.
I should have been more nervous about what he wanted.
Instead I dreaded having to show my meager earnings in front of everyone.
Terry took a few steps down the dark passage and then glanced over his shoulder at Elliot.
“You go ahead.
I'll stay with Elliot a little longer.”
Terry waved a hand at me.
“Just tell him I didn't come in with you.
I'll be along in a bit.”