King Ruin: A Thriller (Ruins Sonata Book 2) (28 page)

Gold showers out into the aether like spun sugar, like bondless atoms loosed from a QC cannon. Just another Wall, and Mr. Ruins knew it well enough to unravel.

Doe looks at him. "My turn," she says.

There is nothing else to say. They are both the same, made of the same stuff, only now Doe is going to die. Far leans in and kisses her tenderly on the cheek.

"Tell Ritry I love him," Doe says. "Tell Ray. And tell him Mr. Ruins did well."

"I'll be them all," Far says, "and I'll never forget any of it."

Doe smiles. "I like you, Far. I like what you've become." She ruffles his hair. Then she dives.

He watches as she flies toward the roiling blaze of the twin suns. It reminds him of La, falling down through the deathgate to the Molten Core below, only this time there is no coming back. Death in the bridge is a true death. Against the great red churn she becomes first a slim matchstick figure, then a tiny speck of dust, then nothing.

"T-minus three and counting," comes her crackly voice on blood-mic.

"Goodbye, Doe," Far says. "Thank you."

"Two, one."

He feels it as she impales herself on the knife, relinquishing all her bonds at once. So much power rushes out, and the explosion is the most beautiful thing Far has ever seen. It spreads outward like a new nebula, in seconds encompassing the whole of the right sun in yellow and blue bond-ripping petals, a massive QC eruption.

There is no sound, but the force gushes over Far in tsunami waves, filling him with snatches of memory blown out in a final act of heroism.

She was the candlebomb.

"Thank you," he repeats, as he watches the lightshow dim, and crackle, and resolve down to nothing.

Where twin suns had hung, spinning red and brilliant, now there is only one, steadily tingeing to gray.

Far turns, and flies back toward home.

MOVEMENT 3. THRENODY

Standing atop the suprarene tank that held me prisoner, I feel the supernova as Doe dies. It washes out and changes everything through the bonds, altering the world like the godship tsunami.

Every soul on the bonds will have felt it. All of King Ruin's brood.

Ray stands at my side, looking out over the desert, as Far returns to us. There are four hands laid out for them, empty vessels waiting for motive control. We both feel it as Far is born into one of them. With him he brings the trace of So, La, and Ti, each to a body of their own.

But no Doe.

One by one these newly forged tones open their eyes. I kneel nd put my hands on them, as though these are the firing pods and this is the Bathyscaphe and I must welcome them home, but they are not and this isn't. This is the real world, and we will each be a part of it.

La and Ti see each other and lurch into an embrace. So staggers over to Ray and hugs him tight, sobbing against his neck. I look at Far, and he looks back at me. Together we have done this, and changed everything. I think of the depths of King Ruin's torment, when it was only the little voice in the back of my mind that kept me sane, kept me fighting.

"I couldn't have survived without you," I tell Far, while La and Ti alternate between sobbing and laughing hysterically.

"Nor I without you," says Far.

I step in and pull him into an embrace. He is taller than me, now that I am a woman.

"This is going to take some getting used to," I say, and he laughs.

"It's all going to take getting used to," he says, looking around at the six of us, here in the real world.

Down broken bond-paths, riding our suprarene across the desert, we find the shell of King Ruin in a stalled tank-crawler in the dunes a thousand miles north, in the thick of the desert. We approach cautiously, but no mind-bombs fall, no black-clad marines burst out with EMR-helmets buzzing to fight us.

I board first, alone, leaving the rest of the chord and our recovering army behind. I find all his hands here dead. Their drained and dehydrated bodies lie like husks of used-up corn in the corridors and control rooms.

The helicopters are all gone. The bonds leading away are faint, partially scrubbed.

Deep in the bowels of the massive tank-platform, I find his remnant. It is a withered old brown body, with the front half of its head cut away. Inside the skull, the bone has been polished smooth. It lies in a dried-up artificial womb, nestled into a frame that would once have allowed it to rest, hand in hand, gazing into the mind of its twin.

Now its twin is gone. There is dried blood everywhere. It would have been an emergency procedure, to sever the two. King Ruin will never be the same again, never be as strong.

The body that remains is female. Looking at it, it is hard to imagine that this strange, malformed, sad creature committed the atrocities I have seen. It killed so many, and for what? To end up here, like this, diminished in half.

On the wall is the writing, painted in old blood,

RITRY GOLIGH

Perhaps it is a warning. More likely it is a pledge. But there are others I have to worry about now, springing up from the weeds, now that the overwhelming shadow of their father is gone.

King Ruin's brood.

I remember everything, shared through the chord. I know what Mr. Ruins did, and what his warning was. I know there are others who are brutal, callous, cruel, perhaps even more so than King Ruin. He raised them to be that way. And there are so many.

They have seen everything I have done, and they have learned. Soon one of them will breach the bridge, and everything will change again.

There is no body, nothing physical to remember Doe by, because she never had a physical form in life.

We remnant tones of Ritry Goligh stand grouped together, around the empty coffin atop the helicopter deck of our suprarene. I, Me, stand at the head, as befits the captain of the chord. I wear a woman's body, dug out from the depths of King Ruin's Court, but I am still Me.

Ray stands by my side. Ti and La were born into twins we prepared, both with dark curly hair. So is in the form closest to an Asiatic we could find, a lighter-skinned arene with straight black hair. Far stands at the base of the coffin, opposite me, no longer a boy. He chose the body of a young man.

"We loved her," says Ray. "We always will."

I look around at them all. I am Me, but I am also Ritry Goligh. He is the chord that connects us, the tie that makes us one. I love him like I love Loralena and the children, like we all love the family we have left behind.

One day we'll go back, and we'll be her Ritry again. Our body may be different, but I dream she'll look past that. She'll see through to what I am, to what we have Become, and what we want to be again.

A family. Something to build upon, and grow.

We sing a song for Doe, before we tip her empty box over the side. It is something simple, an old war chant I used to sing in the subglacic with Heclan by my side, graysmithing, that sometimes I'd hum while Ven was in the other room, between tender bouts of making love. 

I will teach it to my children some day. We will sing it with Loralena through the mouth of Ritry Goligh, and remember what it's like to be loved and carefree and open to the world. It's a song about fighting, and loving, and living again.

Being a chord, our voices are of course in perfect harmony. Or nearly perfect. There is no Doe.

Into the deep bore hole we have dug for her in the sand of this foreign land, into the site of an old Court named Memphen from which we have Lagged away all the memories of pain, we drop her empty coffin. Now we are six.

I pray to Ritry Goligh it's enough.

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Michael John Grist
is a 34-year old British writer and ruins photographer who lived in Tokyo, Japan for 11 years, and now lives in London, England.

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Ruins Sonata

#1
Mr. Ruins

#2
King Ruin

#3 God of Ruin (upcoming)

Ignifer Cycle

#1
Ignifer's Rise

#2 Ignifer's Fall (upcoming)

#3 Ignifer's Life (upcoming)

Short fiction

The Bells of Subsidence
- 9 science fiction stories

Bone Diamond
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Non-fiction

Adventures in Abandoned Japan
– Exploring Japan's Modern Ruins

If you enjoyed
King Ruin,

look out for the star-smashing sequel,

God of Ruin.

An excerpt follows.

Book 3 of the Ruins Sonata.

In the battle to defeat King Ruin and protect the Bridge between souls, ex-Arctic marine Ritry Goligh tore his own soul into pieces. Now those pieces, embodied as six rugged marines spread across the tsunami-blasted world, are adrift without Ritry to guide them.

Their captain, Me, is addicted to dying in raids against the remnants of King Ruin's army. Ray longs for the love he lost. Far seeks the mythical heart of the Bridge, So is lost to her calculations, while twins Ti and La have split as far apart as possible. They trudge from bunker to bunker blinded by loss, mopping up holdouts from the war.

But the war isn't over. It's only just begun. From the ashes of King Ruin's defeat a godlike power rises, one that understands the Bridge better than Ritry ever did, and means to bring a flood so vast it will erase every soul from history. Me's only hope is to become a god himself, before everything he knows is gone.

Coming late 2014.