London Eye: 1 (Toxic City)

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Author: Tim Lebbon
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me.”
    Lucy-Anne looked down at where Jack had slumped to the floor. He was pale, but for the startlingly bright blood pulsing between his fingers from his leg. Artery , she thought, oh shit, she got his artery . She glanced across at where a phone was fixed to the wall.
    Rosemary rose from the table, sighing as her joints clicked with audible pops. “Don't worry,” she said, her voice endlessly calm.
    “Don't worry?” Lucy-Anne shouted. She pulled Jenna from the door and pushed her across the kitchen towards the old woman, facing them all with the bloodied knife held before her. “Don't worry?” She looked at Sparky, expecting support from him but seeing only a strange, subdued excitement in his eyes. He was not looking at her, or the knife she held, or even at their friend bleeding to death on the floor. He was looking at Rosemary.
    Jack groaned. He was staring down at his leg, watching as pressure pumped the blood past his pressing hands.
    Rosemary stood by Jack's feet and looked at Lucy-Anne. “Girl, I'll give you a reason to believe,” she said, and then she knelt beside the wounded boy. Jack tried to wave her away, but his coordination was failing.
    “Let her,” Jenna said.
    Lucy-Anne watched. Her own heart was beating in time with Jack's pulsing blood, and she held the knife so tight that her fingers hurt. I won't let go , she thought. Not until I'm sure. But she was holding the knife on her best friends in the world, and something about that made her feel sick.
    Rosemary lifted Jack's hands away from his wound, and used asmall pair of scissors to cut open his sodden jeans. Then she replaced his hands with her own. She gave him a quick, sad smile, and then her eyes closed. Her face went blank— empty —as though she had gone elsewhere.
    And then her hands slipped inside Jack's leg.
    When Jack came to, Jenna was on her hands and knees mopping up the blood, but she could not take her eyes off the old woman. Rosemary sat at the kitchen table again, drinking water and sighing as though it were nectar.
    “Do you actually fix it, or is it, like…?” Lucy-Anne trailed off. She was sitting opposite the old woman. She had a knife in her left hand, resting on her leg, and as she shifted it fell to the floor. She did not seem to notice.
    “Hey…” Sparky lifted the short sleeve of his tee shirt exposing the tattoo of his brother's name that he'd done himself. He'd been drunk at the time, and the ‘S’ of Stephen looked more like an ‘F.’ “Can you fix this?”
    Rosemary smiled and shook her head.
    “How about this?” Sparky pointed at his face.
    Rosemary frowned. “What's wrong with it?”
    “Ugly,” Jack said, and it seemed to take all his energy. Here he was, subject of a miracle, and everyone's attention was elsewhere. But when he looked at his leg at last—and saw the smooth spread of skin that minutes earlier had been pouting open—he realised that he was wrong. He was not the miracle at all.
    “So do you now believe, non-believer?” Jenna roared, her voice mock-deep. Jack stood cautiously, leaning against the wall. He put weight on his leg. It felt as though the wound had never been there at all.
    “You stabbed me.”
    “Well…” She shrugged, raising her eyebrows.
    “Yeah,” Jack said. “I believe.”
    “So can we all talk now?” Jenna asked. She sat at the table and motioned the others to join her.
    This is it , Jack thought. This is when it all changes. I've been touched already, but if we sit and listen to this woman, we'll get drawn in. Rosemary smiled at him, inviting him to join them at the table, and in that moment he saw something of his mother in her. She was much older than his mum—maybe seventy-five—and weary, worn by time and circumstance. But she exuded a deep-set goodness from every pore.
    “Does it hurt to heal?” Jack asked. That question suddenly seemed very important.
    “No,” she said. “It feels as natural as breathing.”
    Jack nodded, went to the

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