Page 72 of The Godhead Complex
Isaac didn’t stop, as if staying at the Villa were really an option. “I know, I know, but Sadina . . . they were going to come and . . . what about the Cure?”
Ximena opened the door and welcome sunlight poured inside. She debated for a second and a half telling the islanders the truth about things. She held the heavy door open and looked the three of them up and down. Her Abuela would’ve asked what good was freedom without the truth?
“The Cure is just another lie of Annie Kletter’s.” Ximena couldn’t help but think of the silver ring on her dead skeletal hand. The snake eating its own tail. A perfect symbol for the world when humankind continued to destroy itself. She’d said enough; they could figure the rest out. She stepped outside and let go of the door.
“Wait!” Isaac and the other two followed her, after all. Of course they did. “I get not trusting Kletter, but what if there really is a Cure?”
She looked back at them. If she was going to sew truth in the land to honor her mom, she might as well start here. But they needed to get the hell out of there. “Come on, let’s get to the woods, we’ll talk and walk. Annie Kletter came to our Village twenty-nine years ago to give us the Cure.”
The three immunes were right on her heels.
“So youdohave the Cure? But . . .” Isaac took a moment, probably to gather his thoughts. “Why would Kletter tell us that we had to leave the island to helpfinda Cure if she already had one and took it to your village?”
“Is it a real Cure for the Flare?” Jackie asked. “I mean, it really works?”
Ximena nodded as she quickened the pace. “No one in the village has gotten the Flare in twenty-nine years.”
“Then what’s the problem? That’s almost three decades, two generations, without disease and Cranks and—”
“No generations,” Ximena said. “Thereareno more generations.” She let that settle in as they reached the cover of the wooded hills. Ximena pictured her mom and Mariana. They would have wanted to tell the islanders the truth from the beginning. Maybe that was their ultimate downfall and the reason Annie killed them. The truth was a weapon that Annie took away from every single one of those eight crew members, but it would be the weapon that Ximena carried with her for the rest of her life. “Kletter went to your island for a curefrom the Cure.”
“Oh, man,” Jackie said under her breath, obviously understanding.
“The Cure needs a cure?” Isaac asked.
“It created its own type of disease.” Ximena looked behind her again to make sure no one on staff was nearby. She was surprised at how well the old man could keep up. “In my village, I’m the only child born in the last twenty-nine years.”
“I’ll be . . .” Frypan rubbed his eyes. “And you guys wonder why I never trusted any of this.”
Ximena continued, ducking under a low-hanging branch. “They studied me here from the time I was born until I was six years old. Then my mom agreed to work for the Villa, trying to help them decode the Cure.”
Isaac and Jackie looked at each other. “That’s . . . ,” but neither of them could finish their thought. Just as the Cure had wiped Ximena’s village of children, it wiped the words right out of their brains.
Ximena could only imagine the shock of learning such a thing all at once. “The Cure might rid the population of the Flare, but it alsorids the population. They obviously didn’t mean to do it, but something about the sequencing that blocks the Flare also blocks reproduction.” A part of her wished she hadn’t burst their hopes and dreams. “Carlos and his wife volunteered to help Annie’s studies because they wanted children. My mom volunteered because she somehow was able to haveme. They studied us in those same pods.”
“The Cure,” Frypan scoffed. “More like the Curse. The truth ain’t always the truth.” He couldn’t stop shaking his head back and forth, as if chastising himself for some reason.
Ximena wanted to hug the old man.
“It’s a curse, alright,” she said. “The Evolution will cause our extinction.”
As they trampled their way through the hilly, dry forest, he tried to process what Ximena had told them about the Cure. How it can save the population while ensuring it ceases to exist.How could both realities be true?It had to be one of the worst things he’d ever heard.
And of course he couldn’t let it go. “Okay, so maybe if Sadina’s blood really is the cure for the Cure then everything will be okay? Kletter had to have some basis for coming all the way to our island.” Ximena wasn’t having it, her face saying that nothing would ever be okay again and Old Man Frypan hadn’t looked the same since the Griever of old practically stabbed him through the glass.
Ximena walked even faster, as if she wanted to leave the topic behind forever. “Or maybe it’ll just create a new disease. Maybe everything we thought was wrong was right, and everything we thought was right was actually wrong.”
Isaac was already sick of Ximena’s riddles. He was thankful to be free of the glass cell, but he had no idea what came next and he hated, absolutely hated that they’d left Ms. Cowan behind. “So what’s your plan? What did you do back there?” She had something in her eyes that reminded him of Sadina when she got a big idea in her head that wouldn’t go away. A plan was brewing, here.
“I destroyed the electrical room in the basement of the Villa and I’ll do the same thing at the next one.”
“Next one?” He didn’t know where they’d end up. Mostly he wanted to run up the coast as quickly as possible and wait at the spot that Minho had designated for their return. What killed Isaac more than anything was that Sadina had been right. Letti and Timon had been right. The Villa was a bad, bad place.
“So yeah, what do you mean bynext one?” Jackie asked.
Ximena had something move across her lips that half-resembled a smile. She then delivered a cutting jab, “You all really did live on a desolate island, didn’t you?” She was breathing hard from the ups and downs of the hike. “This isn’t the only Villa, and we aren’t the only people Kletter worked with. There’s quite a few of them, all the way from the southern desert to the site of the Maze in Alaska.”
Old Man Frypan bristled at that but didn’t say anything.
