Extras

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Book: Extras Read Free
Author: Scott Westerfeld
Tags: General, Juvenile Fiction
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urged her board forward slowly, listening hard, trying to peer through the darkness. The wall slipped away from her hand, the echoes of a huge space opening around her. Trickles of rainwater chorused from a dozen drains, and the damp presence of the reservoir sent chills across her skin. She needed to see…
    Then Aya remembered the control panel of her hoverboard. In this absolute darkness, even a few pinpricks of light would make a difference.
    She knelt and booted the controls. Their soft blue glow revealed sweeping walls of ancient brick, patched in places with modern ceramics and smart matter. A broad stone ceiling arched overhead, like the vault of some underground cathedral.
    But no Moggie.
    Aya drifted slowly through the darkness, letting the subtle air currents carry her board, listening hard. A smooth lake of black water spread out a few meters below her board. Then she heard something nearby, the slightest catch of breath, and turned…
    In the dim blue glow, an ugly face stared back at her. The girl stood on a hoverboard, holding Moggie in her arms. She gave Aya a cold smile.
    "We thought you might come after this."
    "Hey!" Aya said. "What did you do to my—"
    A foot kicked out from the darkness and sent Aya's hoverboard rocking.
    "Watch it!" Aya shouted.
    Strong hands pushed her, and she took two unsteady steps backward. The hoverboard shifted, trying to stay under her feet. Aya stuck her arms out, wobbling like a littlie on ice skates.
    "Knock it off! What are you—"
    From all directions, more hands shoved and prodded her—Aya spun wildly, blind and defenseless. Then her board was kicked away, and she was tumbling through the air. The water struck her face with a cold, hard slap.

    AUDITION

    Blackness boiled around her, its watery roar like thunder stuffed into her ears. The shock of impact stripped away any sense of up and down, leaving only the tumbling, freezing cold. Her arms and legs flailed, the water filling her nostrils and mouth, squeezing her chest…
    Then Aya's head broke the surface. She gasped and sputtered, hands clawing at the water, searching for something solid in the dark.
    "Hey! What's your problem?"
    Her cry boomed through the vast space, echoing in the blind emptiness. But no answer came. She paddled water for a moment, catching her breath, trying to listen.
    "Hello…?"
    A hand grabbed her wrist, and Aya found herself pulled into the air. She hung there, feet dangling, her shivers sending water cascading from her soaking robe.
    "What…what's going on?"
    A voice answered. "We don't like kickers."
    Aya had figured as much: They wanted to kick their own story about how they rode the trains, and keep all the fame for themselves.
    Maybe it was time for some truth-slanting. "But I'm not a kicker!" Someone snorted, then a closer voice said, "You followed me here from that party—or your hovercam did, anyway. You were looking for a story."
    "Not a story, I was looking for you." Aya shivered again, fighting to keep her teeth from chattering. She had to convince them not to drop her into the black lake again. "I saw you guys the other night."
    "Saw us where?" the closer voice said, and the grip on her wrist adjusted. That one had to be Eden; nobody could hold her up like this without help from a hoverball rig.
    "On top of a mag-lev train. You were riding it. I tried to find out who you were, but there was nothing on the feeds."
    "That's the way we like it," the first voice said.
    "Okay, I get it!" Aya said. "Um, are you just going dangle me here like this?"
    "Would you prefer I drop you?" Eden asked.
    "Not really. It's just that this is kind of… wrist-hurting."
    "Call your board, then."
    "Oh…right." In her panic, Aya had forgotten all about her hoverboard. She reached up with her free hand and twisted her other crash bracelet. A few seconds later the hoverboard nudged her feet, and the iron grip released her.
    She wobbled for a moment on the board, rubbing her wrist. "Thanks, I

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