Absolute Midnight. Clive Barker
CANDY TOOK FOUR CAUTIOUS steps into the darkened trees, each step delivering her into an even profounder darkness. On the fifth step, however, a flying creature appeared at the periphery of her vision. It buzzed like a big insect, and the brightness of its colors—turquoise and scarlet, speckled with flecks of white gold—defied the darkness.
It darted around her head for a while then sped away. Candy took a fifth cautious step, then a sixth. Suddenly the creature reappeared, accompanied by several hundred identical beasts, which surrounded her with so much color and movement that she felt faintly nauseated.
She closed her eyes to seal off the sight, but the chaotic motion of the creatures continued behind her eyelids.
“What’s happening?” she said, raising her voice above the noise of the buzzing cloud. “Covenantis? Are you still there?”
“Patience!” Candy heard the boy say.
He’s frightened, Boa said, a distinct undercurrent of amusement in her words. This isn’t an easy thing to do. If he messes up, he’ll sacrifice your sanity. She let the laughter surface; there was undisguised malice in it. Wouldn’t that be a pity?
“Covenantis,” Candy said. “Stay calm. Take your time.”
“He never was very good at that, were you, brother?” said Jollo B’gog.
“Stay out of here!” Covenantis said. “Mother! Mother!”
“She was the one who said I could come and help,” the Bad Boy replied.
“I don’t believe you,” Candy said, opening her eyes again.
As she did so she saw the Bad Boy run through a wall of the colored creatures, who had assembled ahead of her in an intricate jigsaw of wings, limbs and heads. He yelled as he ran, scattering the assembled creatures. They rose up in front of her, the motion of their wings causing a gust of wind to come at her face, tasting of metal on her tongue.
“Stop that!” Covenantis yelled, his voice shrill with anger.
The Bad Boy just laughed.
“I’ll tell Mama!”
“Mama won’t stop me. Mama loves everything I do.”
“Well, aren’t you lucky?” Covenantis said, unable to entirely disguise his envy.
“Mama says I’m a genius!” the Bad Boy crowed.
“You are, darling, you are,” Laguna Munn said, entering the space as little more than a shadow of herself. “But this isn’t the time or the place to fool around.”
All it took was the sound of Laguna Munn’s voice and the creatures that had been scattered by the Bad Boy’s cavorting came back down on the instant, knitting themselves together—wing to claw to beak to coxcomb to fanning tail—forming a small prison around Candy.
“Better,” Laguna Munn said, her voice all-forgiving. “Pale Child?”
“Yes, Mama?” Covenantis said.
“Have you secured all the locks?”
Oh yes, Boa said. Got to have plenty of locks. I like the sound of that.
“What are the locks for?” Candy said aloud. “What are you keeping out?”
“Nothing’s being kept out—” Covenantis said, stopping only when his mother yelled his name, and dropping the last part of his reply to a whisper. “It’s you she’s keeping in.”
“Covenantis!”
“I’m coming, Mama!”
“Quickly now. I haven’t got much time.”
“I’ve got to go,” the Good Boy said to Candy. “I’ll be right outside.”
He pointed to a narrow slit of a door in between the wings and claws of the big bugs, and for the first time Candy realized that a solid little chamber had formed around her. The walls were draining of color even as she watched, and every last crack or flaw in the knitted forms sealed. What had been a colorful room made of flittering wings was becoming a silent concrete cell.
“Why are you locking me in?” Candy said.
“Conjurations this strong are unstable,” Covenantis said.
“What do you mean?”
“They can go wrong,” he whispered.
“Covenantis!” Laguna Munn shouted.
“Yes, Mama!”
“Stop talking to the girl. You can’t help her.”
“No, Mama!”
“She’ll probably be dead in under a minute.”
“I’m coming, Mama,” Covenantis said. He gave Candy a little shrug, and slipped out through the door, which closed, leaving no trace of its presence, not a crack.
Well . . . Boa said softly. You got us here. Better finish it. If you’ve got what it takes.
“I’ve got what it doesn’t take,” Candy replied, without hesitation.
Oh? And what’s that?
“Don’t be stupid,” Candy said. “You.”
And suddenly, the fear drained from Candy and she turned on the spot, addressing the cold, gray walls.
“I’m ready,” she told them. “Do whatever you have to do. Just get it over with. If you can avoid spilling blood, that’d be great. But if you can’t, you can’t.”
She didn’t have to wait very long for the cell to respond. Six shudders passed through its walls, ceiling and floor, like tides of life moving in its dead matter, resurrecting it. She understood now why she’d been given a peripheral glimpse of what the cell had been in its last incarnation: the flock of winged beings. She saw them haunting the gray walls still. One life inside another.
Was the lesson here that she would have been gray and lifeless as the walls if Boa’s soul had not come into her? Was she being warned that the life she was choosing would be a cell: gray and cold?
She didn’t believe it. And said so.
“I’m more than that,” she told the shimmering gray. “I’m not dead matter.”
Not yet, Boa crowed.
“Are you ready to do this?” Candy said and thought to both wall and Princess. “Because I’m getting bored with all these stupid threats.”
Stupid? Boa raged.
“Just do it,” Laguna Munn said, her voice quickening the powers in the walls. “Quick and clean.”
“Wait!” Candy said. “I just wanted Boa to know I’m sorry. If I’d known she was there I would have tried to set her free years ago.”
If you’re looking for absolution, Boa said, you won’t get it from me.
“Then that’s an end to that,” Laguna Munn said, her response making Candy realize with a shock that the old woman had been listening in on her thoughts from the beginning. “Let’s get this done, one way or the other. Candy! Palms to the wall. Quickly!”
Candy lay her palms on one of the walls. Instantly she could see the creatures dancing in the solid air beyond. Their wings and bodies shed the flakes of white gold that decorated them. They converged on Candy’s palms, the fragments flowing together into two gilded streams.
She felt them against her palms, breaking into deltas, spreading along the dry watercourses of the lines upon her hands, and then sinking deeper, dissolving her surface in order to flow into her veins. Her hands became translucent;