Earthbound by DM Arnold (read book .TXT) 📕

He saw her crack open the door. A slight woman in dark glasses and carrying a white cane walked in. Cathy spoke to Suki and closed the door. Suki held her hand over her mouth. Nyk strained to hear, but rushing air drowned out their voices.

The two women stood on either side of the doorway. Cathy cocked her ear to the hallway. Suki said something, and Nyk could lip-read Cathy's reply as “No.”

The office door burst open and swung in front of Suki. A rough-looking young Asian man entered holding a knife. He turned toward Cathy and spoke to her. She held her cane in front of her. The man touched the tip of the knife to her neck and began pulling at her blouse. He kicked the door shut.

Suki's eyes widened and she screamed. The man whirled around and glared at her.

Nyk stared at the image, his heart pounding in his throat. He poked the vidisplay touchscreen to open a second comm session. The ExoAgency uplink responded with a dial tone. He entered zero and heard the ring signal.

Suki backed from the attacker and out of the field of view of the camera. Nyk could see Cathy holding her cane. She backed away until stopped by a desk.

“Ameritech operator.”

“This is an emergency. I need 911.”

“Please hang up and dial 911,” the operator said. “The 911 system will route your call.”

“No, I need 911 in New York. There's a man with a knife attacking two women and one's blind.”

“Where in New York?”

“I don't know. NYU, where's NYU?”

“Manhattan -- 212, I think. Hold on.” He heard ringing again.

Suki came back into view. The man held the knife to her face then touched the point to her throat. “No, Suki,” Nyk said under his breath, “Don't do anything foolish.” The man gestured with the knife and she lifted her top and unsnapped her bra.

“911. Please state your emergency.”

“There's a man with a knife. He's attacking two women... It looks like he's about to rape one of them.”

“Where are you calling from?”

“From... From Wisconsin. I'm in touch with New York via the Internet. Please send someone.”

“Where is this attack?”

“NYU union, top floor.”

“We'll pass this along to NYU security. Hold the line.”

“Hurry!” He pressed his fist to his lips.

The attacker fondled Suki's breast and nodded. He pointed the tip of the knife to the waistband of her jeans. She began unbuttoning her jeans and dropped them to her ankles.

Nyk heard the ring signal again. “NYU Security.”

“There's an attack in progress,” he panted. “NYU union, top floor. A man with a knife.”

“Do you know which room?”

“An office,” Nyk said. “I don't know the number, but it's the one for an archeology journal, and a newsletter for the disabled.”

“We're dispatching. Can you describe the attacker?”

“An Asian man, about twenty years, height about 1.8 metres.”

“1.8 metres?”

“...Five foot eight! Short black hair, black jacket and a large silver earring in his left ear.”

“We'll send someone.”

The attacker grabbed the waistband to Suki's briefs and cut them off. He pointed the blade at her and she began to lie on the floor, out of view of the camera. “No, not like this!” Nyk said to himself, his eyes filling. He pressed his fist against his lips. “It wasn't supposed to happen like this!”

The rapist unbuckled his belt and dropped his jeans. He knelt and Nyk could see his head and shoulders in the image.

“Gaagh!” he heard Suki half gasp and half scream over the sound the ventilator. Cathy stood upright and moved toward her voice. She reached out with her cane and touched the attacker's back and began flogging him. The tip of the cane came down on his left ear, snagged the earring and ripped it from his earlobe.

“Yaah!” he cried and reached for his bloodied ear.

“I'm to blame,” Nyk sobbed. “My interference caused this!”

The rapist began to stand, holding his hands up and out of the way. Suki sat up and now she held the knife. He backed away from her until he bumped into Cathy. She began whacking him with the cane again. He started to the door and stumbled, pulled up his jeans, ran out and slammed the door behind him. Suki stood, looked down at herself and dropped the knife. She touched her lower abdomen, examined her finger and then bent over and vomited.

Cathy extended her hand and felt her way toward Suki. The two women embraced and sobbed. The door opened and a pair of security guards walked in. Nyk watched as they conferred with Cathy and Suki. One used his radio and headed into the corridor.

The second guard wheeled over an office chair and Suki sat in it. She placed her head between her knees. The guard patted and stroked her back. The door opened again and a pair of paramedics wheeled in a stretcher. Nyk saw Suki shake her head. The medics and guard spoke with her. She lay on the stretcher and the medics began strapping her onto it.

Suki pointed toward her desk. Nyk saw the guard approach the laptop computer. “You want this off?” he heard the guard say. The image went dark.

Nyk sat and buried his face in his hands. “It's my fault ... It's all my fault ... Oh, Suki, I'm so sorry!”

Nyk paced back and forth in front of the vidisplay attempting to call the phone numbers Suki gave him. Outside, the wind continued to howl, bright flashes of lightning seeped around the closed shutters and thunder boomed.

He placed another call. He heard it ringing. “Hello?”

“Mrs Kyhana? This is Nick Kane.”

“Oh, Mr Kane! Have you heard what's happened?”

“Yes, I know.”

“She gave herself to him. She taunted him and gave herself to him so he wouldn't molest a blind woman.”

“I had no idea! That was a brave thing.”

“It was a foolish thing. She could've gotten them both killed.”

“It was brave and noble, Mrs Kyhana. May I speak with her?”

“I'll see if she'll come to the phone. Needless to say, she's distraught. Sukiko? It's Nick Kane.”

“Oh, Nick!” She began sobbing. “Thank you, Mom. I'd like to be alone... Nykkyo!”

He sobbed. “I saw the whole thing. If I could've jumped through that circuit to help you, I would've.”

“I know you would. Were you the one who called the police?”

“Yes.”

“To think help came from two hundred lightyears away. I don't know what would've happened if those guards hadn't shown up.”

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“I'm sore, I'm exhausted and I feel so, so violated.”

“Your mom said you lured him from Cathy. That was a brave thing you did.”

“It was another out-of-body experience. I saw myself, lying there on the floor. I don't know why I did it. I couldn't bear the thought of someone taking advantage of Cathy, and she feels so guilty he attacked me.”

“What's next?”

“I went to the hospital for the tests. They offered me the morning-after pill, but I refused it.”

“Why?”

“Because I don't like taking drugs. I've heard scary things about it. I need to go back for regular HIV testing until they're sure I'm negative or ... Oh, God, Nykkyo -- I don't know what I'll do if I test positive! I've been in the gay community. I've known people with AIDS ... It was so horrible...” She sobbed.

“Oh, Suki, I'm so sorry I can't be there to hold you.”

“I'll be all right. What's worse is knowing we'll never get closure.”

“Closure?”

“The bastard got away. They'll probably never find him.”

“Didn't you or Cathy get a good look at him -- oh, not Cathy of course. Did you get a good look at him?”

“To be honest, Nykkyo, I was looking at the knife. NYU Security searched the union for him. Well, they have samples for evidence if they ever do catch him. And, they have his knife and earring ... and a piece of his earlobe.” She giggled. “I couldn't believe Cathy was hitting him with her cane. I'll never forget that...” She sobbed. “I'll never forget any of it!”

“Oh, Suki, I feel terrible -- it's all my fault. If it hadn't been for my interference, this might not have happened. I caused your suicide attempt, and now I've caused this. I'm so sorry -- I've messed up your life.”

“Nykkyo, you can't blame yourself. My life was messed up before I met you. You're my bright spot -- my savior. Please don't feel badly. I've never had good luck. I certainly don't blame you, and without you there's a good chance I'd be dead, now.”

“That's not likely.”

“No one knows what my life might've been without you. Might-haves don't count, remember? I'd rather have my life with you.”

“I called to comfort you, and now you're comforting me.”

“We comfort each other, Nykkyo. I'll get through this. Please don't blame yourself. Knowing you care helps so much.”

“You'll call and keep me posted?”

“Of course. Good bye, my love.” Nyk heard a click and a dial tone. He cancelled the vidphone session and sat, his elbow on the table and his forehead in his hand. He closed his eyes and sobbed.

Nyk opened his eyes. He was slumped over the vidisplay. Wakefulness spread across him and he became aware the storm's winds had subsided. He stepped to the house's control panel and touched the screen. The shutters opened and a breeze blew through the Residence. He stood looking out at the roiling sea. Easterly winds were breaking up the overcast. Patches of indigo sky were becoming visible and shafts of golden light contrasted against the dark clouds.

He walked to the front of the house and looked out to the west. A large dune of black sand had blown across the access roadway. This was not unexpected -- storms frequently blew debris and blocked the road. Nyk accessed the Sudal civil authorities via the vidisplay to report the obstruction. Then he stood near the back of the house and watched the sea.

The vidisplays began signaling him of an incoming call. He pressed his wrist to the scanpad and it chirped in acknowledgement. “Hello,” a voice answered. “This is Sudal Civil Support. Did you report storm damage?”

“There's a dune across the roadway outside the Residence.”

“We'll send a crew to remove it. Do you have other damage?”

“No... No other damage.”

“Do you need supplies? We can send a skimmer.”

“Could you take me into Sudal?”

“Certainly.” The vidphone session terminated.

Nyk stood outside the Residence and saw the skimmer approaching. It touched down and he climbed aboard. “Any place in particular you want to go?” the pilot asked.

“Shopping mall. I must restock our supply of meals.” The pilot nodded and the skimmer lifted off.

Nyk regarded damage to the vegetation. Branches from the indigenous palm-like plants littered the ground and violet-black leaves were scattered everywhere. “It was quite a storm,” the pilot said. “Two fatalities.”

“How?”

“A pair of visitors from the north were caught without shelter. City people ignore the storm warnings.”

“It never even rains on Floran City,” Nyk replied, “because of the rain shadow from the mons. City folk have no idea what these storms can be like.”

Nyk lugged a sack filled with prefab meals and beverage packs to a livery kiosk outside the shopping mall. With a wristscan he ordered a groundcar. He looked around the city's streets. Most shops and buildings still had their shutters down and he could see little traffic. The fleet of groundcars had been called off the street and he knew one must be dispatched from the garage. He paced back and forth until he saw the driverless vehicle approaching. It stopped adjacent to the kiosk.

He climbed in. “Car, the Residence.” The vidisplay showed a photoimage of his house. “Confirmed, car go.”

“Destination unavailable,” a synthesized voice reported.

“Car, power plant. Confirmed, car go.” The groundcar headed for the fusion plant on the coast south of Sudal.

Nyk approached the ash pile on the power plant grounds and spent the better part of the day sorting through it