MirrorWorld

Lyons turns his ugly head forward at that last second, slips fully into the mirror world, and swipes out with one of his big clawed hands. I manage to squeeze off three more rounds before I’m struck, but they just get lodged in the thick armor that is now his forehead.

The one bit of luck is that the curved tip of his long, mole claw misses me. While I’m not impaled or severed in two, the result is close to being lifted off the ground and flung by a rock-solid, oversize lacrosse stick. The impact catches me below the arm. I feel my ribs flex and then break. Three of them. Snap, snap, snap. And then I’m doing a repeat performance of Pinocchio’s acrobatics, soaring through the air. As I reach the apex of my arc, I’ve got to make a few choices. Lyons is already chasing after me, so there won’t be time to think once I land. He might just kill me, but I suspect he’s going to toy with me. I’m a mouse to him now, and, like a cat, he’s going to play with me until my body simply gives up.

Luckily for me, I’m a mouse with world-class military training, a killer instinct, and fearless nature. Mind made up, I finish my fall in the Dread world, letting the water soften my landing. I take the hit on my left side, protecting my freshly broken ribs, and waste no time getting to my feet. I’ve still got one more challenge to overcome before avoiding this immediate danger. Injured and soaked through, I need to jump at least three feet up.

I bend my knees and shove hard, three seconds until Lyons’s arrival. The wet earth squishes beneath my feet, absorbing some of my energy. The water clings to my legs, not wanting to let me go. But then I’m free and rising. Two seconds to go. I lift my legs like a frog and, with no time left, return to the real world. Lyons follows and reaches for me but grabs a large plastic horse instead.

I land on the carousel floor between a unicorn and Cinderella’s pumpkin chariot. Lyons is in a slightly more precarious situation. While his right arm is free to move, the rest of him is embedded within metal bars, a double set of Pegasus, and the floor of the ride. He wrenches the interfering horse out of the floor and tosses it aside. His free arm swings out, gouging a trough through the floor where I’d been a moment before. Even with my quick backward roll, he nearly catches me.

But now I’m on my feet and he’s trapped.

“This could have gone differently,” I tell him, reaching over my shoulder. “You were naive when you destroyed the first colony. I can look past that. And we lost nearly everything, you and I.” Lyons stops struggling against the carousel. Actually appears to be listening. “But it could have stopped there. It should have stopped there. Both sides drew blood, but if we’re honest, you and I, and the rest of humanity, have done far more damage. I didn’t know fear until a few days ago, but in that short amount of time, I learned that it can be conquered, like any other emotion.”

I draw Faithful, feeling stronger with the blade in my hand.

Lyons eyes the weapon but doesn’t move. Could he actually be considering what I’m saying? Was there ever a time when he listened — really listened — to me? I’m not sure. But I’m going to give him a chance. For Maya, whose fate is still a mystery, and who is the reason I need to end this.

“I’m going to ask you this only once,” I say, stepping closer but still out of reach. “Can you let it go? Can you move past your childhood and loss, forgive your enemy, and move on? Show the Dread that we are better than them. Show them that humanity is more than war and destruction. Show them how to forgive.”

I grip the machete tightly, anticipating his reply.

Unfortunately, I don’t anticipate exactly how the response will be delivered.

Lyons disappears. It’s a blink. A fraction of a second. And when he returns, he’s a step closer, driving a hook-clawed hand into my gut like a giant fist. I pitch forward and fall back, gasping for air, but am thankful it wasn’t the claws’ sharp tip that had made contact.

The carousel spins as Lyons tries to reach me again. But he’s locked up once more. Problem is, he already knows how to overcome that problem. When he disappears again, I throw myself away from him, injured but mobile and still wielding Faithful.

When Lyons returns, he’s no longer trapped. He’s still inside the carousel, but he’s standing on the floor, not in it. With a savage roar, he follows my path through the ride, destroying unicorns, horses, and fairy-tale creatures with brutal efficiency.

The ride, it seems, is over. One lap around the slowly spinning carousel is all I’m going to get. After that, I’ll be slowed by the ruins and he can continue plowing his way through.

I’ve got no tricks left that he can’t match.

So we’ll do it the old-fashioned way. Part man to used-to-be man. I step off the carousel, walking calmly, my back to Lyons. When I hear him smash free of the now-ruined ride, I turn around to face him, left hand clutching my side, right hand holding Faithful.