Patrick Ness - Monsters of Men

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the authors imagination or, if real, are used fictitiously.

Copyright 2010 by Patrick Ness
Cover photograph copyright 2010 by Harald Sund/The Image Bank/Getty Images

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First U.S. electronic edition 2010

The Library of Congress has cataloged the hardcover edition as follows:

Ness, Patrick, date
Monsters of Men / Patrick Ness. 1st U.S. ed.
p. cm. (Chaos walking; bk. 3)
Summary: As a world-ending war surges to life around them, Todd and Viola face monstrous decisions, questioning all they have ever known as they try to step back from the darkness and find the best way to achieve peace.
ISBN 978-0-7636-4751-3 (hardcover)
[1. Science fiction. 2. War Fiction. 3. Space colonies Fiction. 4. Social problems Fiction. 5. Telepathy Fiction.] I. Title. II. Series.
PZ7.N43843Mon 2010

[Fic]dc22 2009049727

ISBN 978-0-7636-5211-1 (electronic)

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Whos in the bunker?

Whos in the bunker?

Women and children first

And the children first

And the children

I laugh until my head comes off

I swallow til I burst

Radiohead, Idioteque

War, says Mayor Prentiss, his eyes glinting. At last.

Shut up, I say. There aint no at last about it. The only one who wants this is you.

Nevertheless, he says, turning to me with a smile. Here it comes.

And of course Im already wondering if untying him so he could fight this battle was the worst mistake of my life

But no

No, its gonna keep her safe. Its what I had to do to keep her safe.

And I will make him keep her safe if I have to kill him to do it.

And so with the sun setting, me and the Mayor stand on the rubble of the cathedral and look out across the town square, as the army of Spackle make their way down the zigzag hill in front of us, blowing their battlehorn with a sound that could tear you right in two

As Mistress Coyles army of the Answer marches into town behind us, bombing everything in its path Boom! Boom! BOOM!

As the first soldiers of the Mayors own army start arriving in quick formayshun from the south, Mr Hammar at their front, crossing the square towards us to get new orders

As the people of New Prentisstown run for their lives in any and every direkshun

As the scout ship from the incoming settlers lands on a hill somewhere near Mistress Coyle, the worst possible place for em

As Davy Prentiss lies dead in the rubble below us, shot by his own father, shot by the man I just set free

And as Viola

My Viola

Races out on horseback into the middle of it all, her ankles broken, not even able to stand up on her own

Yes, I think.

Here it comes.

The end of everything.

The end of it all.

Oh, yes, Todd, says the Mayor, rubbing his hands together. Oh, yes, indeed.

And he says the word again, says it like its his every last wish come true.

War.

We hit the spackle head on! the Mayor shouts at the men, aiming his Noise right in the middle of everyones heads.

Even mine.

Theyll be gathering at the bottom of the road, he says, but thats as far as theyre going to go!

I put a hand on Angharrads flank beneath me. In under two minutes, the Mayor had us up on horseback, Morpeth and Angharrad coming running from round the back of the ruins of the cathedral, and by the time wed hopped up, stepping over the still unconshus bodies of the men who tried to help me overthrow the Mayor, there was the army taking messy shape in front of us.

Not all of it, tho, maybe less than half, the rest still stretched up along the southern road to the hill with the notch on it, the road to where the battle was sposed to be.

Boy Colt? Angharrads thinking and I can feel spikes of nerves all thru her body. Shes scared nearly half to death.

So am I.

BATTALIONS READY! the Mayor shouts and immediately Mr Hammar and the later-arriving Mr Tate and Mr OHare and Mr Morgan snap salutes and the soldiers start lining up in the right formayshuns, twisting thru each other in coils and getting into order so quickly it almost hurts my eyes to watch it.

I know, the Mayor says. Its a thing of beauty, isnt it?

I point my rifle at him, the rifle I took from Davy. You just remember our agreement, I say. Yer gonna keep Viola safe and you aint gonna control me with yer Noise. You do that and you stay alive. Thats the only reason I let you go.

His eyes flash. You realize that means you cant let me out of your sight, he says, even if you have to follow me into battle. Are you ready for that, Todd?

Im ready, I say, even tho I aint but Im trying not to think about it.

I have a feeling youll do well, he says.

Shut up, I say. I beat you once, Ill beat you again.

He grins. Of that I have no doubt.

THE MEN ARE READY, SIR! Mr Hammar shouts from his horse, saluting fiercely.

The Mayor keeps his eyes on me. The men are ready, Todd, he says, his voice teasing. Are you?

Just get on with it.

And his smile gets even wider. He turns to the men. Two divisions down the western road for the first attack! His voice snakes thru everyones head again, like a sound you cant ignore. Captain Hammars division at the front, Captain Morgan taking the rear! Captains Tate and OHare will round up the rest of the men and armaments yet to arrive and join the fray with the greatest despatch.

Armaments? I think.

If the fight isnt already over the by time they join us

The men laugh at this, a loud, nervous, aggressive kind of laugh.

Then as a united army, we will drive the Spackle back up that hill and make them regret the day they were EVER BORN!

And the men give a roaring cheer.

Sir! Captain Hammar shouts. What about the army of the Answer, sir?

First we beat the Spackle, says the Mayor, then the Answer will be childs play.

He looks across his army of men and back up the hill to the Spackle army still marching down. Then he raises his fist and gives the loudest Noise shout of all, a shout that bores right down into the very centre of every man hearing it.

TO BATTLE!