MirrorWorld

In range of my target, I prepare myself for what will be one of the most basic, while at the same time complex, attacks I have ever performed. Step 1 is old-school, and I handle it with practiced fluidity. Holding on to Lyons’s back with one hand, I reach into my pocket with the other, gripping the oscillium handle of the coiled garrote. I pull the line from my pocket, leap higher, and swing the line downward. As my jump reaches its pinnacle, the second handle swings down and around Lyons’s neck. I pluck it from the air with my free hand — and drop. Pulling the line tight with all of my weight and strength around Lyons’s neck.

Now comes the hard part.

While oscillium can reside in one frequency of reality, or all frequencies simultaneously, biological creatures — human and Dread — reside in one dimension at a time. And right now, the garrote resides in whichever frequency I am in, coming along for the ride. While I’ve been able to look into both dimensions at once, I simply changed the perception of one eye. What I need to do now is different, because in a second Lyons is going to slip back into the real world, and I need to keep my weight on the line. So I shift part of me and then all of me, not between frequencies, but into all frequencies: A, B, and B flat. The garrote matches my multifrequency state.

White-hot agony tears through my body and mind, but I never relinquish my grip. Lyons’s roar becomes a choked gurgle, and he shifts back to the real world.

But I’m already there, pulling on him.

He goes back to the Dread world, where I still exist, having never left. I physically and mentally experience all frequencies of human and Dread realities. The sensation is nearly overwhelming, but there is also a kind of energy in the place, painful but powerful, and it sees me through until Lyons’s body quivers and buckles.

He falls to his knees, landing in the Dread swamp. Still, I cling and pull. The oscillium wire slips through Lyons’s flesh, cutting through veins, sinews, vocal cords, and larynx. The life goes out of him and the monster tumbles back, falling toward the water with me on his back.

I leave the mirror world behind and am flung back onto the concrete walkway, eyes still trained on all frequencies. I watch as Lyons topples over, falling through me to land, with a splash, in the Dread swamp. Glowing red blood seeps from his ruined neck, pluming out into the dark water. I get to my feet, watching both worlds as Maya falls to her knees, hand to her mouth, weeping for the monster that raised her.

I walk over the solid Storyland pavement, finding Faithful, which I stop to pick up and sheath on my back. Then I step up to Maya, the woman I forgot, betrayed, remembered, and never really stopped loving, and fall to my knees. When I slip back into the mirror world, she flinches back in surprise, but I don’t see fear in her eyes. Is that what they did to her? Did they make her like me?

“You’re not afraid?” I ask.

“Of you? Never.” She falls forward, wrapping her arms around me. We stay there, immersed in the swamp of a mirror dimension, holding each other for several minutes.

“It wasn’t your fault,” I say, jumping straight to the crux of that matter that took her from me.

“I know,” she says, squeezing me harder, which still isn’t very hard. Suddenly aware of her fragile state, not to mention the fact that I’m probably bleeding out, I take one last look around.

The Dread watch us with quiet fascination.

“Are we done?” I ask, the question as much about me and Maya as the rest of the world on the brink of annihilation.

When I get no response or even a quizzical look, I shout the words, sending a burst of fear in all directions — except Maya’s. “Are we done!”

The reply comes as a whisper in my mind. “It is finished.”

I sag in Maya’s arms. “Love you.”

By the time she replies, we’re kneeling on the concrete walkway of Storyland, breathing ammonia-free air in a world freed from dread.

EPILOGUE

Cobb found us ten minutes later. He’d managed to get the mircrowave bomb to a bank. Once he revealed he was carrying a bomb that would cook everyone and everything within a mile unless it was contained inside something metal and grounded, the manager let him put it inside the vault. Under normal circumstances, I doubt the manager would have believed the story, but the whole world was hopped up on fear. Cobb saved the city and helped save the world without ever setting foot in the mirror world, which is fine by him. We’ve remained friends, but he wanted no part in what I’m up to today.