Authors: Emma Clayton
The Roar
From The Chicken House
This is a blow-your-mind exciting book. Emma Clayton’s first novel hits you like a cold shower, shakes you up, and then pulls you into a seriously gripping story which has you wondering where our whole world is heading, and who’s fooling who. Watch out, you’ll never look at video games or animals in quite the same way again . . .
Barry Cunningham
Publisher
Contents
8 COMING SOON TO AN ARCADE NEAR YOU
23 YOU ARE NOT TO TALK ABOUT WHAT YOU DID
31 THAT BOY WILL BE SCARED OF ME
40 A PARCHED MAN IN THE DESERT
44 DON’T FORGET WHERE YOU CAME FROM
For Jake and Molly
‘All that glisters is not gold;
Often have you heard that told.
Many a man his life hath sold
But my outside to behold.
Gilded tombs do worms enfold.’
The Merchant of Venice
– William Shakespeare
1
THE GULF OF SPACE
T
he sun was setting over the Atlantic and as it ran like molten gold into the waves, a girl in a Pod Fighter ripped through the scene, like graffiti sprayed across a landscape painting, and for a few startled moments, the sun and the sea trembled.
Ellie flew fast and low with her eyes fixed on the northern horizon. In the gunner’s seat behind her was a capuchin monkey called Puck, whose brows fidgeted while he ate popcorn and admired the gun controls. Puck was glad to be out of his room with new things to look at. He didn’t know they were running away or how much danger they were in. But there was no doubt in Ellie’s mind; when Mal Gorman found out they were gone, he would want to slice them like Parma ham, then mince them to space dust.
‘But I won’t let him,’ Ellie whispered. ‘And anyhow, he’s got to catch us first.’
As they flew north into darkness, leaving the warmth of the sun behind them, Ellie wondered whether her parents had kept her clothes. It was over a year since Mal Gorman had kidnapped her and she knew he’d told them she was dead.
No, she thought sadly, they’ve probably thrown them away.
For a moment she wondered whether they’d recognize her. Perhaps they’d be frightened to see her. Maybe she’d knock on the door and they’d look at her as if she was a stranger and tell her to go away. As Ellie considered this end to her journey, she felt panic rise like vomit in her throat and she accelerated until she was flying so fast she saw nothing but ribbons of half-light reflected on the water. The Pod Fighter ripped through the air, leaving sonic scars in its wake, and as she blinked away a tear, it dipped slightly to the left and a wing tip clipped the crest of a wave and reacted as if it had hit a rock – boom! For a split second, she thought she had lost it as the Pod Fighter threatened to spin off in horizontal cartwheels into a megaton wall of water.
‘Frag!’ she cursed, hot in the face as she struggled to correct her mistake. Another lapse of concentration like that one and she really was dead. She should know by now that crying didn’t help; she’d cried a lake of tears since Mal Gorman kidnapped her that hadn’t spirited her home, only cool logic and determination would do that.
She slowed down, exhaling her panic, and checked the co-ordinates in her visor. Then, with a roar that sliced chunks out of the waves, the Pod Fighter shot across the equator and into the turbulent sky of the northern hemisphere.
‘We’re going home,’ said Ellie. ‘And not even Mal Gorman can stop us.’
* * *
It was three o’clock in the morning in London when Mal Gorman was awoken by the news that Ellie had escaped. He was supposed to be on holiday; the first holiday he’d taken for over a year, but instead of having a relaxing time in his expensive hotel, he was
pacing up and down with his slippers on the wrong feet and his temples throbbing. He felt too old to be chasing a twelve-year-old girl across the planet in a stolen Pod Fighter. The circular com over his right ear glowed while he talked to one of his men.
‘What time did she go?’
‘We don’t know, sir,’ the man replied sheepishly. ‘Nobody seems to know
exactly
when she left.’
‘Why not?’ Mal Gorman bellowed, his pale grey eyes threatening to pop out of their bony sockets. ‘What was going on up there? Were you all doing the can-can in the Officers’ Mess? Having a slumber party?’
‘No, sir,’ the man replied. ‘She just . . . slipped out without anyone noticing.’
‘Slipped out of a locked room on a spaceship?’
‘Yes, sir,’ the man replied. ‘We’ve been trying to figure out how she did it, but we don’t even have any security footage because she destroyed it before she left. Somehow she managed to break into every Pod Fighter on the strip and plant a virus in their flight systems so we couldn’t follow her.’
‘Unbelievable,’ Gorman snarled. ‘You bunch of bumbling cretins! How could a twelve-year-old child escape from several hundred soldiers on a space station in orbit around Earth?’
‘I don’t know, sir,’ mumbled the man. ‘But we’ve got the programmers in the Pod Fighters and half are working again. We’re ready if you need us. We can be there in ten minutes.’ The man hesitated, then asked, ‘Does she know The Secret?’
‘Yes,’ Gorman replied, heavily. ‘But I don’t think that’s the reason she’s run away. I told her recently her parents believe she’s dead. I think that might have upset her. Did she take the monkey?’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘Oh no.’ Gorman felt a pain in his chest as he considered the consequences of Ellie reaching home with a live black tufted capuchin monkey. He sat down heavily on the bed and fumbled around under the lamp for his Everlife pills. He was a hundred and eight years old; he needed them.
‘What do you want us to do, sir?’
Mal Gorman thought for a moment, running his papery hand over the last strands of his brittle grey hair. He didn’t want to kill Ellie; after all, he’d spent a year training her, and the other two children he’d kidnapped had died. And he liked her; she was sulky and difficult, but so bright, what a waste it would be to kill her now. But if they couldn’t control her on an orbiting space station like the Queen of the North, they couldn’t control her anywhere. Ellie knew The Secret and she was going home with a live animal. She was as dangerous as a nuclear bomb.
Gorman leaned over and pressed an icon over the hotel room bed so the curtains swung back to reveal a wall of glass and a five-star view over London. The new Golden Turrets, plucked from the pages of
The Arabian Nights
, glowed seductively around him, reminding him of all the sightseeing he’d planned for the following day. He huffed irritably and turned his back on the view.
‘At least we know where she’s going,’ he said. ‘She’ll be heading for that hole of a town she comes from, Barford North, to see her family. Organize patrols across the south coast of England and get the police involved. Tell them she’s got an animal with her. They’ll be so scared of catching the Animal Plague they’ll be fighting each other for the biggest guns. You must kill them
both
before they reach home and she talks to anyone.’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘I mean destroy them,’ Gorman said. ‘I want them pulped, puréed, minced, diced and buried somewhere under a ton of concrete. Do you understand?’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘And do it quickly. I’m supposed to be on holiday. Call me back when you’ve got a sighting of her.’
Gorman pulled the com from his ear and threw it on the bed. Then he shouted for his butler, Ralph, and ordered him to make tea. He had a feeling he was not going to be sleeping again that night, or spending the next day sightseeing.
‘You silly girl, Ellie,’ he said. ‘You’ll never make it.’
* * *
Ellie remembered every detail of the night Mal Gorman kidnapped her, and as she flew towards home the memories ran like poison through her blood. She remembered what they’d eaten for dinner and that her mother was wearing blue, that she’d yelled at her brother, Mika, because he messed up her hair, and that she didn’t even say goodbye when she walked out of their fold-down apartment. She ran down the stairs because the lift was broken and never saw her family again.
It was the perfect night to kidnap a girl. The clouds rolled low over Barford North, smothering the light of the moon, and there was a ground-hugging Thames Valley mist, which made the hundreds of refugee towers look as if they were hovering off the ground like tombstones in a spooky, giant graveyard. There weren’t many people out on the walkways that twisted around the towers like a tangle of concrete snakes, and eager to be with her friends, Ellie ran as fast as she could, half aware that something wasn’t right, that there was something hiding in the shadows. But when Gorman’s men melted out of them, dressed black as ninjas with slits for eyes, she had no time to realize what was happening. Of their hands upon her, the bright sting of a needle in her neck, she remembered nothing – one moment she was wondering if she had enough money for a strawberry Fabshake, the next her mind was sinking into a place like death.
When she awoke, her head was aching and she felt sick, but she didn’t understand what had happened to her for several minutes. Everything around her was white and hard and smelled of toilet cleaner. It was like waking up in a horrible heaven when you can’t remember dying. But it wasn’t until she put her hand to her head and realized her hair had been cut that she began to feel fear. Her beautiful long, dark hair was gone. Shocked out of her stupor Ellie sat up with a jolt, her black eyes burning. She looked down at her body and saw that her clothes were different too; her
new sneakers and jeans had been taken away and she was dressed in a white suit with these horrible shoes that looked like socks with rubbery pads on the bottom. She yanked them off and threw them at the wall, then stood up and staggered to the window and the shock of what she saw felt like boiling water on her skin. She could see Earth glowing in the distance and it looked no bigger than a tennis ball. She blinked and it was still there, small and insignificant. She rubbed her hands over her butchered hair. She turned round a couple of times wondering what to do. Then she exploded; wept and yelled and banged on the door, demanding that they let her out and give her back her clothes and let her go home. But nobody came. She banged until her hands were swollen and purple with bruising, then she curled up on the hard bed, stricken by horror and confusion.
Several hours later, an old man in a suit came in and sat on the end of the bed. He was so thin, Ellie could see his skull through the papery skin on his face and every brittle bone in his hands. His eyes were calm and grey and smiling a little as he told Ellie how special she was and that he’d chosen her from thousands, as if she was supposed to be pleased that he’d kidnapped her and cut off her hair. And when he realized she wasn’t, because she threw a plate of food at his head, a darkness emanated from his eyes more hostile than the gulf of space separating her from her family, and when he told her that if she didn’t behave herself, she would never see them again, she trembled with fear.
For a year she worked hard and tried to behave, motivated by the painful longing she felt to be with her family again, to be kissed by her mother, to feel her father’s arms around her and to sleep in the tiny bedroom she shared with her twin brother, Mika. But the day Mal Gorman told her The Secret, Ellie knew he’d never intended to let her go home; she could never go home with a secret like that.
‘I hate you, Mal Gorman,’ she said, ‘and I wish you’d kept your bony mouth shut.’
But some things he’d taught her were useful. At the very least
he’d given her all the skills she needed to escape him and it had been much easier than she’d thought it would be. The Pod Fighter she flew was a sliver of curved black metal and glass, with hundreds of brightly lit icons covering every surface of the cockpit. She couldn’t have flown that a year ago. A year ago she had problems finding her hairbrush.
At last, a thread of light appeared on the northern horizon, which quickly morphed into the salt-licked concrete of The Wall. For a moment her spirits soared. Behind The Wall was her family. Behind The Wall was the south coast of England and home. She was nearly home. But her happiness was quickly smothered by fear. Being so close to the people she loved made her long for them even more.
Shielded by darkness she hovered over the sea, which heaved beneath her like a black beast pitted by rain. Looking at the towering mass of concrete made her stomach tighten. The Wall had been built during the Animal Plague, long before Ellie was born, but she had grown up hearing its story until it was as familiar to her as the ones her mother read at bedtime. But this story wasn’t half so much fun as
The Wind in the Willows
or
Winnie-the-Pooh
, because instead of friendly animals having happy adventures, it involved insane animals on a murderous rampage; animals that ripped the doors off cars to kill the people inside.
When Ellie was small, every time The Wall was mentioned, she burst into tears, not because she was frightened of animals but because she felt sorry for them.
‘You’re not supposed to feel sorry for the
animals
,’ her mother corrected her. ‘You’re supposed to feel sorry for the
humans
.’
‘Poor bears and tigers and birds and moles!’ Ellie sobbed. ‘They’re all dead! We killed them all!’
‘Of course we did,’ her mother replied, exasperated. ‘We had to kill them before they killed us. But now we live behind The Wall so we don’t have to worry about those nasty animals any more. Now lie down and go to sleep.’
Ellie was good and lay down and went to sleep, but she never
stopped feeling sorry for the animals.
The Wall was the largest man-made structure on the planet. It towered fifty metres above sea level and looped all around the top of the world, enclosing northern Europe, northern Russia and Canada. Where the sea licked it, the concrete was rippled like ice cream by salt, and above this it was streaked by rain. Where it protected the people on land, The Wall’s foundations met bedrock so no burrowing animals could get under it. And on the top were three rows of electrified razor wire that would cut a rhino to ribbons. Every seventy-five metres were guard towers manned by Ghengis Borgs: three-metre battle borgs with the temperaments of wasps and laser guns powerful enough to blow a herd of elephants to biltong.
