Free Monsters of Men by Patrick Ness Page B

hitting a panel to close the door behind us, which only muffles his Noise in the way it might muffle a loud voice.
    We head outside.
Girl colt?
Acorn says, coming over from where he’s been munching grass.
    “And the animals, too,” Simone says, as I rub Acorn’s nose. “What kind of place
is
this?”
    “It’s information,” I say, remembering Ben describing how New World was for the first settlers, telling me and Todd that night in the cemetery which seems so impossibly long ago now. “Information, all the time, never stopping, whether you want it to or not.”
    “He seems so frightened,” she says, her voice breaking on the word. “And those
things
he was thinking–” She turns away and I’m too embarrassed to ask if Bradley’s pictures were things he was remembering or things he wished for.
    “He’s still the same Bradley,” I say. “You’ve got to remember that. What would it be like if everyone could hear all the things you didn’t want to say out loud?”
    She sighs, looking up to the two moons, high in the sky. “There are over two thousand male settlers on the convoy, Viola. Two thousand. What’s going to happen when we wake them all up?”
    “They’ll get used to it,” I say. “Men do.”
    Simone snorts through the thickness in her voice. “Do women?”
    “Well, that’s sort of a complicated issue around here.”
    She shakes her head again, then notices she’s still holding the bandage. “What did you need this for?”
    I bite my lip for a second. “Now, don’t freak out.”
    I slowly pull back my sleeve and show her the band on my arm. The redness of the skin around it is even worse than it was before, and you can see my number shining in the moons-light. 1391.
    “Oh,
Viola,
” Simone says, her voice dangerously quiet. “Did that man do this to you?”
    “Not to me,” I say. “To most of the other women, though.” I cough a little. “I did this to myself.”
    “To
yourself
?”
    “For a good reason. Look, I’ll explain later, but I could really use a bandage on it right now.”
    She waits for a moment, then keeps her eyes on mine as she wraps the bandage gently around my arm. The coolness from the medicine feels immediately better. “Sweetheart?” she asks, so much fierce tenderness in her voice it’s hard to look at her. “Are you
really
okay?”
    I try a barely-there smile to shake off some of her worry. “I’ve got a lot to tell you.”
    “I think you do,” she says, tying off the bandage. “And maybe you should start.”
    I shake my head. “I can’t. I’ve got to get to Todd.”
    Her forehead furrows. “What . . . you mean
now
?” She stands up straighter. “You can’t wander down into the middle of a war!”
    “It’s calmed down. We saw it.”
    “We saw two huge armies camped at the front line and then our probe was shot out of the sky! There’s no
way
you’re going down there.”
    “It’s where Todd is,” I say. “It’s where I
have
to go.”
    “You aren’t. As Mission Commander, I forbid it and that’s the end of it.”
    I blink. “You
forbid
it?”
    And I feel a really surprising anger start to rise from my belly.
    Simone sees the look on my face and softens her own expression. “Viola, what you’ve obviously survived for the past five months is beyond amazing, but
we’re
here now. I love you far too much to allow you to put yourself in that kind of danger. You can’t go. No way.”
    “If we want peace, we can’t let the war get any bigger.”
    “And how are you and one boy going to stop
that
?”
    And then the anger
really
starts to rise, and I try to remember that she doesn’t know. She doesn’t know what I’ve been through, what me and Todd have done. She doesn’t know I’m about a million miles past people forbidding me to do stuff.
    I reach over for Acorn’s reins and he kneels down.
    “Viola,
no,
” Simone says, stomping over–
    Submit!
Acorn yells, startled.
    Simone takes a frightened step back. I swing my