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Omens Universe, Chapter 20 Part 1

Last chapter! (1/2) It’s all over but the epilogue...

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Chapter 20

Anathema grabbed for something, half-awake.

She blinked and woke herself fully. What was she doing -?

Her Book!

She thrashed and entangled herself in bed sheets. What the hell…?

She stopped moving and took a deep breath. Then she sat up, slowly enough to only get a small head-rush.

She was in her bedroom, back in Malibu. She stared at the green wallpaper. Kind of ugly, but it had always reminded her of the Book.

Wasn’t she… somewhere else?

She was already losing the details. But she was sure she had got on a plane, that she had left California - for some reason?

Footsteps sounded on the stairs outside. A soft rap on the door. It opened, and her mother’s face appeared.

Anathema’s eyes were suddenly full of tears. She blinked them back, because there was no reason for her to be crying, and she didn’t want to look crazy. She just - had a feeling. Like she’d known she was never supposed to see her mother again.

“Hey, baby, are you feeling better? It’s not like you to nap during the day.”

Anathema tried to hold on to the weirdness, but the details were already draining away. She rubbed her forehead. Maybe she was crazy.

“Can you come down? I need help with this food.”

Anathema pushed the covers off. She wanted to leave this room. Hopefully she could leave behind this unsettling dream.

The weirdness followed her onto the landing. Damn it. She just really, really felt like she shouldn’t be at home right now. Wasn’t she doing something? It felt so important. Her insides were twisted in knots at the thought that she hadn’t finished it.

Familiar voices drifted to her from downstairs. She stopped dead.

“Who’s visiting?”

Her mother turned around. She looked concerned.

“Everyone’s visiting, sweetie. It’s the party, remember? It’s been in the calendar forever. The whole family’s come over. Most of them arrived while you were asleep.”

Anathema stared blankly. As her mom talked, her brain caught up, but a split second behind. It was as if she was remembering reality the instant after it was described to her. Yes, of course. The party. They’d been planning the party for months. They’d known about the party for… well, forever, like her mom said. Anathema had known about this day her entire life. It was Book Day. Sort of like a book launch, but the opposite. They were celebrating the Book ending. On this day, the prophecies ran out. Everything Agnes had predicted had come true.

It was impossible to know why Agnes had stopped prophesying past twenty-nineteen, but then again, no-one had ever had any idea why Agnes had written the Book in the first place. It was all a bunch of random predictions about the Device family. Nothing earth-shattering, or even all that interesting. It had been a family curio since the sixteen-hundreds. Of course, they had all obsessed over it. It was hard not to, when a book was all about you, even if it was a little boring. At least the tip about Apple had been a real godsend. Anathema could thank her distant relative for this house, and a mind honed on the equivalent of solving a cryptic crossword from four hundred years ago, and her own hard-to-pronounce name. Besides that…

Honestly, Anathema had never cared that much about it. Most of the information in it had been decoded and come to pass already before she was even born. She felt a little alienated from the family members who took it really seriously. Mostly, she’d just looked forward to this party. It had been a while since everyone was together in the same room.

So why did she feel so strange?

Her mom stepped forward, full of concern. “Sweetheart? What’s wrong?”

Anathema shook her head. “I just feel…”

She looked into her mom’s eyes. She was being ridiculous. She shook it off.

“It’s nothing. Just a funny turn.”

Her mom gave her a look, but turned back and began to walk down the stairs.

“You’ll be ok to hand round canapes, then?”

Ugh. Anathema wrinkled her nose. “Yeah, I can handle that.”

As she followed her mom downstairs, she realised that the odd feeling was the sense that she needed to find something new to do with her life. Which was unsettling, but probably not the end of the world.

~*~

“Coo-ey, Mr. Shadwell!”

Madame Tracy knocked on her neighbour’s front door. Four times rather than her usual three.

She stood back and waited. There was a pit in her stomach, like she was afraid he wouldn’t answer. When the shuffling footsteps and the nasty cough sounded on the other side of the door, her head swam with relief.

The door opened a crack, and an angry eye appeared. “Aye?”

Madame Tracy breathed out. “There you are!”

“Not like I’d be else, wumman. What d’ye want?”

He was fine. Of course. Why wouldn’t he be? Madame Tracy beamed at him, aware that she probably looked like a bit of a ninny.

On a second glance, he looked a bit twitchier than usual. His cheeks were sunken, and his eyes had that wide paranoid look they got sometimes. Tracy was a little glad it wasn’t just her.

“Funny morning, isn’t it, Mr. S?”

His eye narrowed through the gap. “Ye’re not wrong… portentous, tha’s what. It’s a bad omen. Feel like summun’s walked over m’ grave.”

“I know exactly what you mean. My hip’s playing up. It’s like there’s a change in the wind.”

He nodded. He looked reluctant to agree with her. “I sent young Newt home early. Wanted a bit of quiet.”

“Well. I’m very happy to see you, you old silly.”

That was a bit bold, maybe. But Tracy wanted to say it. She could swear his visible cheek went a bit blotchy. He harrumphed and muttered something about the devil.

There was roast beef in the oven, and two places laid out on her kitchen table. Now was the time to ask.

“Thing is, I’m on my own this afternoon and I wouldn’t say no to some company. So. There’s a Sunday roast going begging. It’d be lovely to see you.”

Shadwell’s face definitely flushed.

He muttered something that was probably an insult and had about a sixty percent chance of being an agreement, and slammed the door.

Madame Tracy giggled and left for her own flat. She knew he’d be right behind her. Probably trying to smarten up a bit. Right as rain, and definitely not dead. She frowned. No, he was quite alive. Why had she thought that?

There was nothing special about today, except for the continuing odd feeling that they had both escaped something terrible by the skin of their teeth. Well, it was probably her subconscious letting her know not to waste any more time. She decided it didn’t matter if it seemed out of the blue. Now was the time to discuss her retirement plans with him.

~*~

In his childhood bedroom in Dorking, Newt swung idly back and forth in his old computer chair. It was far too small for him, but so was everything else in the room. So was the house, really. It had always been a bit awkward ever since his first growth spurt.

He poked at the mouse, but didn’t switch the computer on. He was learning.

He had a weird feeling that he did something very cool and important recently. It was a nice feeling, and he suspected he would never experience it again.

He looked around his room. All his old electronic projects from decades past were laid out meticulously, with their numbered parts and their instruction manuals. None of it had ever mattered. Newt had always triple-checked that he had followed the manual and joined up the correct parts exactly, and every time he had blown something up, taken down the power grid, or caused a small fire. Catastrophic failures, every one.

He let his eye drift over them all as he rocked himself from side to side in his computer chair.

An idea popped into his head. It was a strange little idea. Probably not worth paying attention to. He was only entertaining it because his mum had said there were still fifteen minutes left before dinner.

What would happen if he tried to mess them all up on purpose -?

~*~

Warlock Dowling surveyed this year’s worth of birthday presents, crammed into his already overflowing bedroom. It had taken three days just to round everything up from under various counters, sofas, hedges, etc. throughout the house and grounds. He nodded in satisfaction. Good haul this year.

One thing was bothering him. It was a weird one, because he wasn’t sure why it had never occurred to him before now. He frowned.

He bellowed out of his bedroom door.

“MOM? Why the fuck do I have such a weird name?”

His mom called back from the floor below. “Language, honey.”

She sounded frosty. Whatever.

“I want some tropical fish,” he hollered back.

~*~

Tadfield, England. A village in a time capsule. A perfect place for a child to grow up.

Three children crossed the edge of a field, round the back of the houses. Two of them had sticks, which they swept lazily against the hedges as they walked.

They passed rows of neat back gardens until they reached the one that belonged to their best friend.

They heard barking before they arrived. Dog’s nose poked through the back gate. He was a little black and white dog, with a nose that snuffled at the air and at hedgerows and at other dogs’ behinds, unimpeded by any kind of space helmet.

Pepper, Brian and Wensleydale ran to the gate, dropping their sticks. Pepper and Brian hopped onto it like a climbing frame, using the slats as shelves for their hands and feet. The gate groaned. Wensleydale stood back, eyeing it mistrustfully.

Adam waved to them. He was sitting out in a deck chair. His curls shone gold as the sun dipped low in the sky. His hair was getting a bit long. He had to sweep it out of his eyes.

“All right, Adam?”

“All right.”

Dog bounced up at the gate, yapping. Pepper reached a hand down to scratch his head.

“The circus is setting up near Norton Woods,” Brian said. “We were going to watch.”

“Brian reckons they’ve got lions and grizzly bears,” said Pepper.

“I think they probably haven’t, actually,” said Wensleydale.

“Want to come with us and see?”

They looked at Adam, expectantly.

He gave them a rueful smile. “Can’t.”

Their faces fell.

“Why not? Are you still not allowed near the circus? Tell your dad it was an accident last time -”

Adam shook his head. “Nah, it’s not that. I’m grounded.”

Pepper’s mouth fell open in dismay. Brian pursed his lips at the injustice of it all.

“But what for?”

Adam hesitated.

“Come on, Adam, what did they say?”

“Oh, they didn’t say anything. I’ve sort of.” Adam coughed. “I’ve sort of grounded myself.”

The Them fell silent in astonishment. The notion of their leader volunteering for punishment caused their universe to crack open in a way they didn’t like.

Pepper eyed Adam. She didn’t say, “But why?”, even though it was clearly the only question that could be asked. He looked serious, far beyond any seriousness he had ever shown before now.

“Thing is.” Adam frowned. He scratched his head on the left side. “I kind of… did something bad. Something really, really bad. I need to properly think about it.”

“You mean like… murder?” Wensley whispered.

The other two didn’t jeer at him. They watched Adam for confirmation, eyes wide.

Adam’s mouth quirked up at one side. “Not… exactly. But it was serious. I reckon I need to sit out here and just think about it for a while.”

The Them exchanged looks. This was well outside of their usual emotional range.

“Will you still be thinking about it tomorrow?” asked Pepper.

Adam brightened. “Oh, no, tomorrow I’ll be done. That’ll be quite enough thinking by then.”

The Them cheered up. “Oh, OK,” Brian said. “See you tomorrow, then.”

“Bye, Adam,” Pepper and Wensley said.

Pepper and Brian jumped down from the gate. They wrestled, loyally, with whether to give the circus a miss, but decided it would be acceptably loyal to go anyway and just tell Adam it wasn’t that good.

The three of them left, waving over their shoulders. Adam waved back.

Dog sniffed around the hedge, nose working overtime. It was as though he was making up for lost time, smell-wise.

Adam watched him. He knew that there could be a hole in the hedge. Easy. Lots of hedges had holes in them. And if there were, Dog would certainly run out, and Adam would certainly have to chase him.

But…

No. Not today.

“Here, Dog!” he called.

Dog raced towards him, tail a blur. He jumped onto his hind legs and put his front paws on Adam’s leg, closing his eyes in doggy bliss when Adam scratched his ears.

Adam grinned. Dogs were brilliant. He was so lucky to have a dog.

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