Read Johnny and the Bomb Online
Authors: Terry Pratchett
That's what you
think
â¦
Somewhere â¦
Flames flickered over the housetops. More bells were ringing.
âThe bike wouldn't start!' mumbled Tom. âThe phone wouldn't work! There was a storm! I tried to get down here in time! How could it have been my fault?'
Somewhere
â¦
Johnny felt it again ⦠the sense that he could reach out and go in directions not found on any map or compass but only on a clock. It poured up from inside him until he felt that it was leaking out of his fingers. He hadn't got the trolley or the bags but ⦠maybe he could remember how it felt â¦
âWe've got time,' he said.
âAre you
mad
?' said Kirsty.
âAre you going to come or not?' said Johnny.
âWhere?'
Johnny took her hand, and reached out for Yo-less with his other hand.
Then he nodded towards Tom, who was still staring at the flames.
âGrab him, too,' he said. âWe'll need him when we get there.'
â
Where?
'
Johnny tried to grin.
âTrust me,' he said. âSomeone has to.'
He started to walk. Tom was dragged along with them like a sleepwalker.
âFaster,' said Johnny. âOr we'll never get there.'
âLook, the bombs have
fallen
,' said Kirsty, wearily. âIt's happened.'
âRight. It had to,' said Johnny. âOtherwise we couldn't get there before it did. Faster. Run.'
He pushed forward, dragging them after him.
âI suppose we might be able to ⦠help,' panted Yo-less. âI know ⦠first aid.'
â
First aid?
' said Kirsty. âYou saw the explosions!'
Beside her, the young man suddenly seemed to wake up. He stared at the fire in the town and lurched forward. And then they were all running, all trying to keep up, all causing the others to go faster.
And there was
the
road, in
that
direction.
Johnny took it.
The dark landscape lit up in shades of grey, like a very old film. The sky went from black to an inky purple. And everything around them looked cold, like crystal; all the leaves and bushes glittering as if they were covered in frost.
He couldn't
feel
cold. He couldn't feel anything.
Johnny ran. The road under his feet was sticky, as though he was trying to sprint in treacle.
And the air filled with the noise he'd last heard from the bags, a great whispering rush of sound, like a million radio stations slightly out of tune.
Beside him Yo-less tried to say something, but no words came out. He pointed with his free hand, instead.
Blackbury lay ahead of them. It wasn't the town he knew in 1996, and it wasn't the one from 1941 either. It glowed.
Johnny had never seen the Northern Lights. He'd read about them, though. The book said that on very cold nights sometimes the lights would come marching down from the North Pole, hanging in the sky like curtains of frozen blue fire.
That was how the town looked. It gleamed, as cold as starlight on a winter night.
He risked a glance behind.
There, the sky was red, a deep crimson that brightened to a ruby glow at its centre.
And he knew that if he stopped running it would all end. The road would be a road again, the sky would be the sky ⦠but if he just kept going in
this
direction â¦
He forced his legs to move onward, pedalling in
slow motion through the thick, cold, silent air. The town got closer, brighter.
Now the others were pulling on his arms. Kirsty was trying to shout too, but there was no sound here except the roar of all the tiny noises.
He snatched at their fingers, trying to hold on â¦
And then the blue rushed towards him and met the red coming the other way and he was toppling forward onto the road.
He heard Kirsty say, âI'm covered in ice!'
Johnny pushed himself to his feet and stared at his own arms. Ice crackled and fell off his sleeves as he moved.
Yo-less looked white. Frost steamed off his face.
âWhat did we do? What did we
do
?' said Kirsty.
âListen, will you?' said Yo-less. âListen!'
There was a whirring somewhere in the darkness, and a clock began to strike.
Johnny listened. They were on the edge of town. There was no traffic in the dark streets. But there were no fires, either. There was the muffled sound of laughter from a nearby pub, and the chink of glasses.
The clock went on striking. The last note died away. A cat yowled.
âEleven o'clock?' said Kirsty. âBut we heard
eleven o'clock when we ⦠were ⦠on the downs â¦'
She turned and stared at Johnny.
â
You
took us
back
in
time
?'
âNot ⦠back, I think,' said Johnny. âI think ⦠behind. Outside. Around. Across. I don't know!'
Tom had managed to get to his knees. What they could see of his face in the dusk said that here was a man to whom too much had happened, and whose brain was floating loose.
âWe've got seven minutes,' said Johnny.
âHuh?' said Tom.
âTo get them to sound the siren!' shouted Kirsty. âHuh? The bombs ⦠I saw the fires ⦠it wasn't my fault, the phoneâ'
âThey didn't! But they will! Unless you do something! Right now! On your feet right now!' shouted Kirsty.
No one could resist a voice like that. It went right through the brain and gave its commands directly to the muscles. Tom rose like a lift.
âGood! Now
come on
!'
The police station was at the end of the street. They reached the door in a group and fought one another to get through it.
There was an office inside, with a counter running across it to separate the public from the forces of Law and Order. A policeman was standing
behind it. He had been writing in a large book, but now he was looking up with his mouth open.
âHello, Tom,' he said. âWhat's going on?'
âYou've got to sound the siren!' said Johnny.
âRight now!' said Kirsty.
The sergeant looked from one to the other and then at Yo-less, where his gaze lingered for a while. Then he turned and glanced at a man in military uniform who was sitting writing at a desk in the office. The sergeant was the sort of man who liked an audience if he thought he was going to be funny.
âOh, yes?' he said. âAnd why should I do that, then?'
âThey're right, sergeant,' said Tom. âYou've got to do it! We ⦠ran all the way!'
âWhat, off the down?' said the sergeant. âThat's two miles, that is. Sounds a bit fishy to me, young man. Been round the back of the pub again, have you? Hah ⦠remember that Dornier 111 bomber you heard last week?' He turned and smirked at the officer again. âA lorry on the Slate road, that was!'
Kirsty's patience, which in any case was only visible with special scientific equipment, came to an end.
âDon't you patronize us, you ridiculous buffoon!' she screamed.
The sergeant went red and took a deep breath. Then it was let out suddenly.
âHey, where do you think
you're
going?'
Tom had scrambled over the desk. The soldier stood up but was pushed out of the way.
The young man reached the switch, and pulled it down.
Wobbler and Bigmac skulked behind the church.
âThey've been gone a long time,' said Bigmac.
âIt's a long way up there,' said Wobbler.
âI bet something's happened. They've been shot or something.'
âHuh, I thought you
liked
guns,' said Wobbler.
âI don't mind guns. I don't like bullets,' said Bigmac. âAnd I don't want to get stuck here with you!'
âWe've got the time trolley,' said Wobbler. âBut do you know how to work it? I reckon you've got to be half mental like Johnny to work it. I don't want to end up fighting Romans or something.'
âYou won't,' said Bigmac.
He froze as he realized what he'd said. Wobbler homed in.
âWhat do you mean, stuck here with you? What
does
happen if I don't go home?' he said. âYou lot went back to 1996. I wasn't there, right?'
âOh, you don't want to know any stuff like that,' said Bigmac.
âOh, yeah?'
âYou come in here and act cheekyâ' the sergeant began.
âBe quiet!' snapped Captain Harris, standing up. âWhy doesn't your siren work?'
âWe tests it every Tuesday and Friday, reg'larâ' said the sergeant.
âThere's a hole in the ceiling,' said Yo-less.
Tom stood looking at the switch. He was certain he'd done his bit. He wasn't sure how, but he'd done it. And things that should be happening next weren't happening.
âIt wasn't my fault,' he mumbled.
âYour man fired a gun,' said the sergeant. âWe never did know where the bullet went.'
âWe know now,' said the captain grimly. âIt's hit a wire somewhere.'
âThere's got to be some other way,' said Johnny. âIt
mustn't
end like this! Not after everything! Look!'
He pulled a crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket and held it up.
âWhat's that?' said the captain.
âIt's tomorrow's newspaper,' said Johnny. âIf the siren doesn't go off.'
The captain stared at it.
âOh, trying to pull our leg, eh?' said the police sergeant nervously.
The captain turned his eyes from the paper to Johnny's wrist. He grabbed it.
âWhere did you get this watch?' he snapped. âI've seen one like it before! Where do you come from, boy?'
âHere,' said Johnny. âSort of. But not ⦠now.'
There was a moment's silence. Then the captain nodded at the sergeant.
âRing up the local newspaper, will you?' he said. âIt's a morning paper, isn't it? Someone should still be there.'
âYou're not seriouslyâ'
âPlease do it.'
Seconds ticked by as the policeman huddled over the big black phone. He muttered a few words.
âI've got Mr Stickers, the chief compositor,' he said. âHe says they're just clearing the front page and what do we want?'
The captain glanced at the paper, and sniffed at it.
âFish? Never mind ⦠is there an advertisement
for Johnson's Cocoa in the bottom left hand corner of the page? Don't stare. Ask him.'
There was some mumbling.
âHe says yes, butâ'
The captain turned the page over.
âOn page two, is there a single column story headed “Fined 2/6d for Bike Offence”? On the crossword, is One Down “Bird of Stone, We Hear” with three letters? Next to an advertisement for Plant's Brushless Shaving Creams?
Ask him
.'
The sergeant glared at him, but spoke to the distant Stickers.
âRoc,' said Kirsty, in an absentminded way.
The captain raised an eyebrow.
âIt's a mythical bird, I think,' said Yo-less, in the same hypnotized voice. âSpelled like “rock” but without a K. “We hear” means it sounds the same.'
âHe says yes,' said the sergeant. âHe saysâ'
âThank you. Tell him to be ready in case ⦠no, let's not be hasty ⦠just thank him.'
There was a click when the sergeant put the phone down.
Then the captain said, âDo you know how long we've got?'
âThree minutes,' said Johnny.
âCan we get on the roof, sergeant?' said the captain.
âDunno, butâ'
âIs there some other siren in the town?'
âThere's a manky old wind-up thing we used to use, butâ'
âWhere is it?'
âIt's under the bench in the Lost Property cupboard butâ'
There was a leathery noise and suddenly the captain was holding a pistol.
âYou can argue with me afterwards,' he said. âYou can report me to whomever you like. But right now you can give me the keys or unlock the blasted cupboard, or I'll shoot the lock off. And I've always wanted to try that, believe me.'
âYou don't
believe
these kids, doâ'
âSergeant!'
In a sudden panic, the sergeant fumbled in his pockets and trotted across the room.
âYou
do
believe us?' said Kirsty.
âI'm not sure,' said the captain, as the sergeant dragged out something big and heavy. âThank you, sergeant. Let's get it outside. No. I'm not sure at all, young lady. But I might believe that watch. Besides ⦠if I'm wrong, then all that will happen is that I'll look foolish, and I daresay the sergeant will give you all a thick ear. If I'm right then ⦠this won't happen?' He waved the paper.
âI ⦠think so,' said Johnny. âI don't even know if any of this will happen â¦'