It was strange to have the thought of death so near. I had a moment where it felt I would fall forever, in the next I had fallen for eternity. In the one after I could only think of how little time I had. My mind ran like a mouse on a wheel, frantically looking for any way to escape. The mental activity might have been useful if I could have focused it on my problems, but it was difficult to overcome the fear. The inner war on my terror was going about as well as the outer one on my fight to survive while I struggled to figure out how to engage the flying mechanism in my boots.
I once again knocked my feet together
hoping that might do something. I pushed the buttons on my watch.
“Engage flying mechanism.” My words
were ripped from my mouth.
Things were getting bad.
Vegetation passed on all sides and I
was forced more frequently to bring down my hands to protect my face against
the undergrowth as they flashed by.
I had assumed I would die when I made
contact with the ground, but now I wondered if it wasn’t more likely I’d be
skewered by a branch.
When I repeated my actions there was no
difference in the rate I fell. I muttered a prayer to a God I had not thought
of since I was a child, if my prayer could be heard in this far off world.
I tried every combination of words I
could think of, but my boots did not respond.
The vegetation was bad enough I could
hardly see a foot in front of my face, yet I continued to fall without major resistance. My boots took
the worst of it as I used my hands to shield my eyes in between attempts to
press my watch buttons.
I took in a deep breath, gasping as if
it had been my first in minutes. The thought I was seconds from death felt like
a monkey on my back that jumped up and down, threatening to topple me over and
bring death that much faster. It did not recede without a battle, but I managed
to poke a little hole into the thought. I focused on that pinprick and tried to
I brought my feet together.
I pushed the buttons on my watch and felt
the jolt of something kicking in, a sudden force that would have tossed me
forward if I hadn’t grabbed vines that dangled in front of my face. Neither the
engagement of the flying system nor my hold of the vines broke my fall. I
continued to slip through the ravine, my fingers tearing leaves from the vines
as I descended.
I slowly came to a halt.
Everything was quiet, something I’d missed in my rapid
descent down the ravine. I licked my lips, inhaled, and was glad to be still.
The vegetation was so thick I could hardly move my shoulders. There weren’t any
critters nearby, but I didn’t doubt they would show up before long.
The fact I was alive sunk into my frazzled brain. I’d tried
everything I could to stop it from happening, but I’d known the most likely
A sigh escaped as I tried to come to terms with my renewed
chance at life. My whole body was wracked with fatigue and stress, it felt like
I had been seconds from succumbing to a heart attack. The silence washed over
me as I caught my breath. I was not in a hurry to return, but I was anxious to
get out of the green sea of poison.
The moment slipped away. It was difficult to say how long I
waited, floating in the thick vegetation but my mind started to work again, the
gears ground like they were breaking off rust.
The ability to fly came from my boots, I could feel the
stabilizing force emanating from below my feet, but it wasn’t a propulsionary
force like I’d first thought when it had finally kicked in.
It was something different.
For lack of a better term, I thought of them as anti-grav
boots because I appeared to float.
I was surprised the boots had not
stopped me dead in my tracks, but it was good they had not. They appeared to
have a feature that recognized my descent and were smart enough to know nothing
good would happen if they stopped me sharp in midfall.
As I shifted I became more certain the
levitating force came from the boots alone, my jumpsuit did not seem connected
to the experience.
Jeffords hadn’t mentioned the boots once when he had spoken
about our jumpsuits prior to his jump.
Another deception. He hoped I’d die
before I figured it out.
I was sure he hadn’t consciously
touched his watch buttons when he’d approached the edge of the ravine, it had
to be something he’d done without thinking.
His slip had saved my life.
I might have stumbled onto it if given
enough time, but not before I had become well acquainted with the ground or
embedded into a tree. I wanted to know how close I was to the bottom, but it
was too dark and overgrown to tell. I could barely see six inches past my nose.
The dark seemed brighter at the top of
the ravine, but it was far away and well enough hidden I wondered if it wasn’t
just my imagination.
Sweat covered my body. At least I hoped
it was just that, I was afraid I bled all over.
Hoping I had not touched anything
poisonous I collected my wits and began to put my mind back together. The fear
was gone but the aftereffects would be with me for some time. My hands shook,
my legs seemed like they were about to fall out from underneath me. Luckily, it
seemed my boots kept my feet together and me upright; otherwise, I would not have
stood in the air so easily.
Was it my imagination or did the
jumpsuit add support?
Jeffords wasn’t kidding when he said
some of us would die today. If Logan is a teenager in a man’s body, does he
have the presence of mind to hop off the ravine and survive a fall?
Maybe he could—I was surprised to be
alive—but I doubted it would be the case.
Logan might hate me, but I did not want
him to die.
Why didn’t the
boots activate the first dozen times I pressed the buttons?
I had done nothing different the time it worked.
Could Jeffords turn off my anti-grav
It was one thing to make me run laps
until I dropped. It was another to order me to jump into a ravine without
teaching me how to fly while also disabling my anti-grav boots until the last
What if I had not tried my watch again?
After waiting until I was less likely
to throttle Jeffords upon arrival, I unclenched my hands and pointed my toes
down just a little, remembering how the tiniest movement had pushed Jeffords
back several feet.
My action propelled me up, limber
branches and other vegetation scraping against me as I went. I winced with each
new brush against the plants, afraid I had been exposed to enough poison to
expect another visit to the infirmary. A smile crept across my lips when I
thought of the look on Dolores’ face when I returned so soon.
It became easier to breathe as the
vegetation thinned out the higher I traveled. I couldn’t see much because of
the dark, but it was enough to know the way above me was clear. Once the path
was not as cluttered, I pointed my toes down and shot up the ravine, feeling
like a superhero.
The euphoria ended as soon as I thought
of Sam and Jeffords.
Several minutes later I had enough
light to get my first real look at the plant life. There were vines, lots of
vines. And trees that seemed a cross between mushrooms and pines. They had
branches, but instead of leaves there were bulbs that were covered with spiny
needles. The thin barbs stuck out as much as a foot. Some of the bulbs were
three or four inches around. In between the needles there was something else. I
thought at first they were leaves, but when there was more light, I decided it
was a different plant that grew on top of the weird-looking mushroom trees, a
moss of some sort.
All this grew in two days?
Now that I was free I was careful to
avoid touching anything. I didn’t know what poisons I had picked up by contact,
but I was certain it was to my advantage to avoid further exposure. I felt a
Was it the poison, the aftermath of the
ordeal I’d been through, or the fact I was traveling in a way I never had
My anxiety was less now that I could
see better so I slowed my rate of climb, not caring if Jeffords noticed because
I wanted to think about how I was going to act at the top. It was a risk in
more ways than one because of my exposure to poison, but if it felt like I was
getting sick or if there were other obvious effects, I would increase my speed.
Jeffords is John
Jeffs the convicted murderer, I thought while shaking my head. The same
traits that had landed him on death row would betray him here. His time would
Patience was my friend.
Dead Man’s Fear: Chapter 6 was originally published on DAN DECKER