Special Circumstances
This hovercar was larger, but not as comfortable.
The trip was much less pleasant than Tally's first ride that day. The strange-looking man flew with an aggressive impatience, dropping like a rock to cut between flight lanes, banking as steeply as a hoverboard with every turn. Tally had never been airsick before, but now she clutched the seat restraints, her knuckles white and eyes fixed on the solid ground below. She caught one last glimpse of New Pretty Town receding behind them.
They headed downriver, across Uglyville, over the greenbelt and farther out to the transport ring, where the factories stuck their heads aboveground. Beside a huge, misshapen hill, the car descended into a complex of rectangular buildings, as squat as ugly dorms and painted the color of dried grass.
They landed with a painful bump, and the man led her into one of the buildings, and down into a murk of yellow-brown hallways. Tally had never seen so much space painted in such putrid colors, as if the building were designed to make its occupants vaguely nauseated.
There were more people like the man.
They were all dressed in formals, raw silks in black and gray, and their faces had the same cold, hawkish look. Both the men and women were taller than pretty standard, and more powerfully built, their eyes as pale as an ugly's. There were a few normal people as well, but they faded into insignificance next to the predatory forms moving gracefully through the halls.
Tally wondered if this was someplace where people were taken when their operations went wrong, when beauty turned cruel. Then why was she here? She hadn't even had the operation yet. Tally swallowed. What if these terrible pretties had been made this way intentionally? When they had measured her yesterday, had they determined that she would never fit the vulnerable, doe-eyed pretty mold? Maybe she'd already been chosen to be remade for this strange, other world.
The man stopped outside a metal door, and Tally halted behind him. She felt like a littlie again, jerked along by a minder on an invisible string. All her ugly senior's confidence had evaporated the moment she'd seen him back at the hospital. Four years of tricks and independence gone.
The door flashed his eye and opened, and he pointed for her to go in. Tally realized he hadn't said a word since collecting her at the hospital. She took a deep breath, which made the paralyzed muscles in her chest flinch with pain, and managed to croak, "Say please."
"Inside," was his answer.
Tally smiled, silently declaring a small victory that she had made him speak again, but she did as she was told.
"I'm Dr. Cable."
"Tally Youngblood."
Dr. Cable smiled. "Oh, I know who you are."
The woman was a cruel pretty. Her nose was aquiline, her teeth sharp, her eyes a nonreflective gray.
Her voice had the same slow, neutral cadence as a bedtime book. But it hardly made Tally sleepy. An edge was hidden in the voice, like a piece of metal slowly marking glass.
"You have a problem, Tally."
"I had kind of guessed that, uh..." It was strange, not knowing the woman's first name.
"Dr. Cable will do."
Tally blinked. She'd never called anyone by their last name in her life.
"Okay, Dr. Cable." She cleared her throat and managed to say more, in a dry voice. "My problem right now is that I don't know what's going on. So...why don't you tell me?"
"What do you think's going on, Tally?"
Tally closed her eyes, taking a rest from the sharp angles of the woman's face. "Well, that bungee jacket was a spare, you know, and we did put it back on the recharge pile."
"This isn't about some ugly-trick."
She sighed and opened her eyes. "No, I didn't think so."
"This is about a friend of yours. Someone missing."
Of course. Shay's disappearing trick had gone too far, leaving Tally to explain. "I don't know where she is."
Dr. Cable smiled. Only her top teeth showed when she did. "But you do know something."
"Who are you, anyway?" Tally blurted. "Where am I?"
"I'm Dr. Cable," the woman said. "And this is Special Circumstances."
First Dr. Cable asked her a lot of questions. "You didn't know Shay long, did you?"
"No. Just this summer. We were in different dorms."
"And you didn't know any of her friends?"
"No. They were all older than her. They'd already turned."
"Like your friend Peris?"
Tally swallowed. How much did this woman know about her? "Yeah. Like Peris and me."
"But Shay's friends didn't wind up pretty, did they?"
Tally took a slow breath, remembering her promise to Shay. She didn't want to lie, though. Dr. Cable would know if she did, Tally was sure. She was in enough trouble already. "Why wouldn't they?"
"Did she tell you about her friends?"
"We didn't talk about stuff like that. We just hung out. Because...it hurt being alone. We were just into playing tricks."
"Did you know she'd been in a gang?"
Tally looked up into Dr. Cable's eyes. They were almost as big as a normal pretty's, but they angled upward like a wolf's.
"A gang? How do you mean?"