Among the Brave

Chapter Twenty-One

"Mark?” Trey whispered. “It’s all my fault. I left the knapsack out there. I kicked it away, and then I forgot about it.”

“I forgot about it too,” Mark whispered back in a husky voice.

“They gave me a uniform. Maybe if I put it on and pretend to be a guard, I could — oh, no,” Trey groaned.

“What?” Mark said.

“I left the uniform back in the heat duct on the first floor,” Trey confessed. He hadn’t pulled it along with him when he’d shimmied down the duct to the basement He hadn’t even thought about the uniform then.

“Oh,” Mark said. That one short word, a mere syllable, spoke volumes. Mark had given up. “You — you should probably go now,” Mark added. “So they don’t catch you, too.”

“No,” Trey said, finally sitting down, rather than crouching, behind the boxes. “Nobody’s looking for me, and you got the guard scared of mice and rats. I’ll stay until — as long as I can.”

He wasn’t about to say, “until they execute you.” Still, the unspoken words seemed to hang between them. After a few moments, Mark whispered, “Thanks.”

For all the bad things that had happened in Trey’s life, this was the first time that he’d known about a tragedy beforehand. His father dying, his mother abandoning him, the chauffeur leaving him behind, the Population Police taking over the Government — all of those calamities had been sudden and unexpected. It didn’t seem fair to know that Mark was about to die, and not be able to stop it

“Mark, what if you bend back the bars of the cage?” Trey asked. “You’re strong—”

“I already tried,” Mark said. “The cage is stronger.” He was quiet for a minute, then said, “I think I understand better now how Luke always felt It was like he was in a cage his whole life. And I just thought he was wimpy.”

This was no time to remind Mark that it was dangerous to call Luke by his real name, that the fake name, Lee, was safer.

“And then he came back, and it was almost like he’d grown past me,” Mark said, sounding as if he was in a daze. “He’d had adventures and he’d seen the world, and you know, that Peter kid — Smits — he treated Luke like he was the biggest hero ever.” Mark hesitated, then went on. “I think I was jealous,” he confessed.

Trey didn’t think Lee had seen anything of the world besides Hendricks School and the Talbot house, but he knew what Mark meant. Trey had always felt the same way about Lee. Back at Hendricks, Lee had even stood up to the traitor, Jason. And he’d run back into a burning building to save other boys. Trey had never understood where Lee got his courage. But — he thought of Mark as strong and brave as well.

“Mark, you came here trying to rescue your brother. You’re a hero too,” Trey argued.

“I didn’t succeed,” Mark whispered. “I don’t even know where Luke is. And they’re going to kill me, and my parents will never know what happened to either of us. Or — or maybe — maybe because of me, they’ll track down Mother and Dad and Matthew and punish them, too….” His voice cracked.

“Everything’s a mess,” Trey said. “But it’s not your fault.”

He didn’t even know how he was going to manage to escape after Mark was gone. But it seemed selfish to think about his own future when Mark didn’t have one.

“It was stupid to come here, to think I could help Luke,” Mark said bitterly

“No it wasn’t,” Trey argued. “We had to try.”

His words sounded false to his own ears. Whatever danger Trey was in, he wasn’t sitting in a cage, condemned to death, like Mark was. Who was Trrey to tell Mark they’d done the right thing?

But Mark didn’t seem mad at him.

“Trey?” Mark said. “If it’d been you in here and me outside — I wouldn’t have been brave enough to do what you did. I wouldn’t have thought of joining the Population Police. And crawling through those ducts? A small space like that? I couldn’t have done it. You’re braver than me.”

“People are brave in different ways,” Trey said. The idea had just occurred to him.

“But — why did you do it?” Mark said. “No offense, but before I thought you were the most chicken kid I’ve ever met. Why did you come into Population Police headquarters looking for me?”

Trey pondered Mark’s questions.

“I’m not sure,” he finally answered. “Maybe I just didn’t want to be left alone."

Mark choked back a laugh.

“There are a whole lot of easier ways to avoid being lonely,” he said.

“I don’t know,” They said. “People are always leaving me behind. My dad died, my mother abandoned me, the chauffeur drove off without me…. You were the first person who didn’t leave me behind on purpose. The first person who was planning to come back. So I had to do everything to find you.”

Mark seemed to be absorbing this. Then he said, “Wait a minute. If your father died — well, it’s not like he died on purpose, right?”

“I guess not,” Trey said. He knew he couldn’t really blame his dad for having a heart attack and dying. But he wasn’t willing to let his dad off the hook so easily. He didn’t want Mark thinking Trey’s father had been some great guy who’d just died too soon.

“Listen to this, though,” Trey said, the anger he’d been holding down for a year suddenly boiling over. “My dad got a fake I.D. for me way back when I was still a baby. But he kept me hidden, he didn’t let me go anywhere — he didn’t even tell me I had that I.D. Ever.”

“Maybe your dad didn’t think the I.D. was good enough. Like it was only an emergency backup. Just in case,” Mark said.

“But then my mom, after my dad died, she just drove me to Hendricks School and dumped me out. Said it wasn’t safe for me to see her ever again.”

“That’s what everyone said about Luke, too, when he left,” Mark said.

“But which one of my parents was right?” Trey whispered.

“I don’t know,” Mark said. “What would you do if you had a third child?”

Trey had never asked himself this question. He’d never thought about what it would be like to be the one in control, with power over somebody else’s fate. He remembered all the attention his father had given him, the way he’d always raved, “Your older brothers never cared for Latin. I’m so glad I have you!” And Trey, who’d never met his older brothers because they were much, much older and lived far, far away, had just glowed.

But he also remembered the strained look on his mother’s face the day she left him behind at Hendricks. She’d been crying as she left.

Was it possible his parents both thought they were doing the right thing?

He and Mark had thought they were doing the right thing too, driving off in search of Lee. But Mark’s parents probably didn’t think so, now that they had two sons missing.

It was all too confusing, all the choices out in the world. All the mistakes that were possible.

No wonder Trey’s dad had thought he was doing Trey a favor keeping him at home, teaching him grammar rules that made the world seem safe and orderly.

Trey closed his eyes briefly, as if that could ward off the confusion and the darkness. When he opened them again, he could see a dim light bobbing at the opposite side of the basement A flashlight

“Is it — is it dawn already?” Mark moaned. “Are they coming for me?”

“Shh,” the person behind the flashlight hissed. If some Population Police officers or guards were coming to take Mark away, why would they be concerned about silence? Why wouldn’t they just turn on the light? What was going on?