there wasn't a wire or a string. He couldn't understand how it was hanging in the air.
Sensing its warmth, Charlie cupped his hands and slowly brought them closer and closer to the object. It was a peculiar warmth that tingled his skin. When his hands got within the corona, the tingling magnified.
The object ignored Charlie until he inadvertently blocked the object's view of the night sky. The moment he did so, the disc moved laterally, and before Charlie could react, it instantly and effortlessly burnt a hole through the center of his palm! Skin, bone, ligaments, nerves, and blood vessels were all vaporized.
Charlie let out a yelp more in surprise than pain. It had happened so quickly. He staggered back, gaping at his perforated hand in total disbelief and smelling the unmistakable aroma of burnt flesh. There was no bleeding since all the vessels had been heat-coagulated. In the next instant the corona around the luminous object expanded to a foot in diameter.
Before Charlie could react, a whooshing sound commenced and rapidly increased in volume until it was deafening. At the same time Charlie felt a force pulling him toward the window. Frantically he reached out with his good hand and grabbed the bed only to have his feet go out from underneath him. Gritting his teeth, he managed to hang on even though the bed itself moved. The violence of the sound and the movement lasted only seconds before being capped by a noise vaguely reminiscent of the closing of a central van port.
Charlie let go of the bed and tried to get to his feet, but he couldn't. The muscles of his legs were like rubber. He knew something was horribly wrong and tried to cry out for help, but his voice was weak, and he was salivating so copiously that any speech was nearly impossible. Marshalling what strength he had, he attempted to crawl toward the door. But the effort was in vain. After moving only a few feet he started to retch. Moments later utter darkness descended as Charlie's body was racked by a series of rapidly fatal grand mal seizures.
5
2:10 A.M.
As far as student apartments went, it was relatively luxurious and spacious, and since it was located on the second floor, it even had a view. Both Cassy's and Beau's parents wanted their children to live in decent surroundings and had been accordingly willing to up their kids' living allowances when they decided to move out of their dorms. Part of the reason for the largesse was that both had stellar academic records.
Cassy and Beau had found the apartment eight months previously and had jointly painted and furnished it. The furniture was mostly garage-sale acquisitions which had been stripped and refinished. The curtains were bedsheets in disguise.
The bedroom faced east which at times was a bother because of the intensity of the morning sun. It wasn't a bedroom that invited late sleeping. But at a little after two in the morning, it was dark save for a swath of light that slanted through the window from a streetlight in the parking lot.
Cassy and Beau were sound asleep: Cassy on her side and Beau on his back. As was normal for her, Cassy had been moving at regular intervals, first on one side, then the other. Beau, on the other hand, had not moved at all. He'd been motionlessly sleeping on his back just as he had that afternoon in the student overnight ward.
At exactly two-ten Beau's closed eyes began to glow, as did the radium dial of an old windup alarm clock Cassy had inherited from her grandmother. After a few minutes of gradually increasing intensity Beau's eyelids popped open; both eyes were as dilated as his right eye had been that afternoon, and both eyes glowed as if they were light sources themselves.
After reaching a peak of luminosity they began to fade until the pupils were their usual black. Then the irises began to contract until they had assumed a more normal size. After a few blinks, Beau realized he was awake.
Slowly he sat up. Similar to the way he'd awakened in the hospital, he was momentarily disoriented. Sweeping his eyes around the room, he quickly pieced together where he was. Then he lifted his hands and studied them by flexing his fingers. His hands felt different, but he couldn't explain how. In fact, his whole body felt different in some inexplicable way.
Reaching over to Cassy he gently gave her shoulder a shake. She responded by rolling over onto her back. Her heavily lidded eyes regarded him. When she saw he was sitting up, she quickly did the same.
'What's the matter?' she asked huskily. 'Are you all right?'
'Fine,' Beau said. 'Perfect.'
'No cough?'
'Not yet. Throat feels fine too.'
'Why'd you wake me? Can I get you something?'
'No, thanks,' Beau said. 'Actually I thought you'd like to see something. Come on!'
Beau got out of bed and came around to Cassy's side. He took her hand and helped her to her feet.
'You want to show me something now?' Cassy asked. She glanced at the clock.
'Right now,' Beau said. He guided her into the living room and over to the slider that led to the balcony. When he motioned for her to step outside, she resisted.
'I can't go out,' she said. 'I'm naked.'
'Come on,' Beau said. 'Nobody's going to see us. It's only going to take a moment, and if we don't go now we'll miss it.'
Cassy debated with herself. In the half light she couldn't see Beau's expression, but he sounded sincere. The idea that this was some kind of prank had occurred to her.
'This better be interesting,' Cassy warned as she finally stepped over the slider's track.
The night air had its usual chill, and Cassy hugged herself. Even so, everything erectile on the surface of her body popped up. She felt like one big goose pimple.
Beau stepped behind her and enveloped her in his arms to help control Cassy's shivering. They were standing at the railing facing a broad stretch of the sky. It was a cloudless, clear, moonless night.
'Okay, what am I supposed to be seeing?' she asked.
Beau pointed up toward the northern sky. 'Look up there toward the Pleiades in the constellation of Taurus.'
'What is this, an astronomy lesson?' Cassy questioned. 'It's two-ten in the morning. Since when did you know anything about the constellations?'
'Watch!' Beau commanded.
'I'm watching,' Cassy said. 'What am I supposed to be seeing?'
At that moment there was a rain of meteors with extraordinarily long tails, all streaking from the same pinpoint of sky like a gigantic firework display.
'My God!' Cassy exclaimed. She held her breath until the rain of shooting stars faded. The spectacle was so impressive that she momentarily forgot the chill. 'I've never seen anything like it. It was beautiful. Was that what they call a meteor shower?'
'I suppose,' Beau said vaguely.
'Will there be more?' Cassy asked, her eyes still glued to the point of origin.
'Nope, that's it,' Beau said. He let go of Cassy, then followed her back inside. He closed the slider.
Cassy sprinted back to the bed and dived in. When Beau appeared she had the covers clutched around her neck and was shivering. She ordered him to get under the blanket to warm her up.
'Gladly,' he said.
They snuggled for a moment and Cassy's shivering abated. Pulling back from where she had her face tucked into the crook of his neck, she tried to look into Beau's eyes, but they were lost in the gloom. 'Thanks for getting me out there to see that meteor shower,' she said. 'At first I thought you were
trying to play a joke on me. But I have one question: How did you know it was going to happen?''
'I can't remember,' Beau said. 'I guess I heard about it someplace.'
'Did you read about it in the paper?' Cassy suggested, 'I don't think so,' Beau said. He scratched his head. 'I really don't remember.'
Cassy shrugged. 'Well, it doesn't matter. What matters is that we got to see it. How did you wake up?'' 'I don't know,' Beau said.
Cassy pushed away and turned on the bedside light. She studied Beau's face. He smiled under her scrutiny. 'Are you sure you feel all right?' she asked. Beau smiled. 'Yeah, I'm sure,' he said. 'I feel great.'
