tearing through the fence, its claws slicing through the wrought-iron bars as if they were cardboard. My breath fogged the glass and the monster vanished behind a cloud of condensation. By the time the pane cleared the thing would be inside the hospital. It would be up the stairs in moments. Everyone in here was as good as dead.
The distant thunder of gunfire ricocheted from somewhere near the village centre. A scream followed â short and sharp, then suddenly silenced. There were no more gunshots after that, just the triumphant roar of something sickening and grotesque.
I heard Ameena take a step closer behind me. I didnât need to look at her reflection in the window to know how terrified she was. The crack in her voice said it all.
âItâs the same everywhere,â she whispered.
I nodded, slowly. âThe town as well?â
She hesitated long enough for me to realise what she meant. I turned away from the devastation outside. âWait⦠You really mean everywhere , donât you?â
Her only reply was a single nod of the head.
â Liar! â I snapped. It couldnât be true. This couldnât be happening.
She stooped and picked up the TV remote from the day-room coffee table. It shook in her hand as she held it out to me.
âSee for yourself.â
Hesitantly, I took the remote. âWhat channel?â
She glanced at the ceiling, steadying her voice. âAny of them.â
The old television set gave a faint clunk as I switched it on. In a few seconds, an all-too-familiar scene appeared.
Hundreds of the creatures. Cars and buildings ablaze. People screaming. People running. People dying .
Hell on Earth.
âThatâs New York,â she said.
Click . Another channel, but the footage was almost identical.
âLondon.â
Click.
âIâm⦠Iâm not sure. Somewhere in Japan. Tokyo, maybe?â
It could have been Tokyo, but then again it could have been anywhere. I clicked through half a dozen more channels, but the images were always the same.
âIt happened,â I gasped. âIt actually happened.â
I turned back to the window and gazed out. The clouds above the next town were tinged with orange and red. It was already burning. They were destroying everything, just like heâd told me they would.
This was it.
The world was ending.
Armageddon.
And it was all my fault.
I watched for a few more seconds before the horror of it all became too much. I turned away from the window. Ameena hadnât moved, and nor had any of the people in the chairs. They continued their reading and their puzzle-solving and their dozing like they were off in some different world that wasnât in any way connected to this one. I envied them that.
âI did this,â I muttered as the truth began to sink in. âEverything out there. The world. People dying. I did this.â
Ameena nodded. âYep, you did,â she said. I shot her a wounded look, but she didnât flinch from it. âThe question is, what are you going to do about it?â
âDo? What can I do? I canât stop that. No one can stop that.â
âYouâve got special abilities that no one else has.â
âNot any more!â I cried. âDonât you get it? This is the Darkest Corners now. Iâm powerless in the Darkest Corners. Thatâs why the hospital isnât finished, because the barrier came down while I was still creating it. Donât you see? Itâs over. Itâs too late to stop anything. Iâm a kid. Iâm just a kid.â
She chewed her lip. âBut youâre going to try, right?â
âTry what, Ameena? Try what ?â I demanded. âWhat can I try against all that? And⦠and why are you even here, anyway? You work for him , remember? Youâre on his side, not mine. You made that very clear. You should be out there celebrating with the rest of them. With your own kind
Antonio Negri, Professor Michael Hardt