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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Viridian: Venus Angel

  Chapter 1

  It was a hot, sunny afternoon in July when the Verdans stopped at the American Diner.

  Jay Rainbird, fourteen years old, was outside, flipping burgers on a barbecue. Behind him, the Diner flashed in the midday sun. Jay’s dad had towed the retro American trailer to this weedy wasteland beside the motorway. Then he’d put up a sign: ‘OPEN. Best Burgers in England.’

  ‘Green freaks,’ murmured Jay’s dad, as the Verdans’ car pulled up.

  Jay had seen them, driving up and down the motorway, and on TV of course. The plant virus that had spread to humans had been the main news for months now. Every time you turned on the TV, you saw doctors and scientists discussing the virus, or Verdans talking about what it was like to have chlorophyll skin.

  And they all seemed to agree. They’d found the secret to a happy life.

  One said, ‘I’m saving the world.’

  Another said, ‘My acne’s totally gone!’

  There just didn’t seem to be a downside to being a Verdan.

  ‘I’m going to put up a sign,’ said Dad. ‘“We don’t serve green freaks here”.’

  ‘You can’t do that, Dad,’ said Jay. ‘That’s prejudice. And anyway, we need the business.’

  Jay desperately wanted the Diner to do well. In the three months they’d been open, Dad had been focused, not restless at all. But Jay couldn’t relax. He half expected to wake up one morning to find Dad and his motorbike gone and a note that read: Sorry son, I just couldn’t hack it. Got to move on.

  ‘Don’t be rude to ’em, Dad,’ begged Jay. ‘They’re everywhere now.’

  ‘Doesn’t mean I have to like them.’

  ‘But they’re saving the planet – turning carbon dioxide into oxygen when they breathe. And they never cause any trouble.’

  Dad couldn’t argue with that. When people caught the plant virus, they became contented and serene. They said, ‘Life’s so simple now.’ They stopped fretting about all the things they’d wanted before – more money, the latest mobile.

  Dad saw the pleading in Jay’s eyes. ‘All right,’ he relented. ‘I’ll serve them. But they’d better not get too close.’

  ‘You won’t catch the virus, Dad,’ said Jay. ‘Not unless your blood gets mixed with theirs. And that’s not going to happen, is it? Just be careful.’

  Like they’d been careful for months now, if they were around plants, making sure they didn’t have a bleeding wound that came in contact with live plant sap. Dad had bought some big bottles of strong antiseptic. He swore that would stop them getting the virus, if they poured it straightaway on an infected wound. Even though they told you on TV that antiseptic was no use at all.

  ‘I still don’t like those Verdan creeps,’ muttered Dad. ‘They make my skin crawl.’

  At first, most people had felt like Dad. There’d been mass panic when, months ago, a few fruit pickers in Spain had been infected by plant sap through cuts and scratches. The patients were quarantined, while scientists frantically searched for a cure. Then the virus began to spread. People all over the world caught it: gardeners, hikers, kids building dens in the woods.

  But instead of growing, the panic began to die down. Because all the patients insisted they weren’t sick. In fact, they felt great! All their human health problems vanished, even heart disease or cancer. ‘It’s like we’re brand new,’ they said. ‘Like we’ve been born again.’

  Jay couldn’t keep up with events. But then, he hadn’t been paying that much attention. He’d been deliberately blocking out the world beyond the Diner. He didn’t want anything to upset his dreams, of him and Dad being together, a family again, happy ever after.

  The Verdans got out of their car. There were four of them, two adults, a boy aged about sixteen, and a younger girl. They came walking towards the Diner.

  Dad strolled over to meet them. He was running his hands up and down his wiry, tattooed arms. He only did that when he was nervous.

  ‘Hi!’ Dad greeted his new customers, remembering to switch on a smile.

  Jay let out the breath he’d been holding. You never knew how Dad would react. Gran said that Dad was unreliable. That he’d never grown up.

  ‘Want to sit in the shade?’ Dad asked the Verdans.

  Dad had set out chairs and tables outside the Diner in a sunny space, well away from nettles and brambles that might infect you with the virus. Some of the tables had big green umbrellas shading them.

  ‘Oh, no shade please,’ said the Verdan woman, shuddering. ‘We love the sun. We hate the dark.’

  ‘OK,’ shrugged Dad. ‘Whatever you want.’

  From his burger station Jay couldn’t stop staring. Dad’s right, they are creepy, he thought, then immediately felt ashamed.

  The plant virus had turned their skin green, reptilian. Their hair was green, even their fingernails. But it was their green eyes that freaked Jay out the most and made them look like aliens.

  The others sat, but the girl skipped into some tall nettles, sliding between them, blending in, so you couldn’t see which were the plants and which was her.

  Jay automatically said, ‘Hey, be careful.’ But of course she didn’t have to be careful around plants: she’d already got the virus. She was a plant hybrid herself now. The nettles wouldn’t even sting her.

  The girl came out again and sat down in a chair, beside her mum. But she didn’t make any eye contact with her parents. She was humming a little song, her green face calm but strangely detached.

  So far, so Verdan. But the boy surprised Jay. He wasn’t gentle, like Verdans were supposed to be. He was a Verdan with attitude. He sprawled in his chair, his long legs stuck out. He ran a hand through his straggly, green hair and scowled, like any bored, resentful teenager.

  The mum seemed friendly. She was asking Jay’s dad about the trailer.

  ‘They call them Silver Bullets in America,’ Dad was telling her. ‘Me and my son Jay, we live in the back part. I stripped out the front, made it into a Diner.’ Dad couldn’t keep the pride out of his voice.

  ‘It’s a cool trailer,’ agreed the Verdan dad.

  ‘I towed it up here from the South Coast,’ said Dad. ‘Jay’s gran lives over there in Franklin.’ He jerked his head towards the nearby town.

  ‘Oh, we live there too,’ said the woman. ‘We’re almost home. But we were so dried out. We couldn’t wait for a drink.’

  The Verdans might be strange, but they seemed harmless enough, Jay thought. After a while, you probably wouldn’t even notice the green.

  Dad asked, ‘So what can I get you? Coffee? Coke? How about a burger?’

  The burgers were sizzling on the grill. Jay flipped them one last time. He was sure they’d be tempted by Rainbirds’ burgers, with cheese and all the trimmings.

  But the Verdan mum said, ‘Just fresh water please. Rain water if you’ve got it. Otherwise, tap water will have to do.’

  She smiled at Dad. She had pale green teeth. When he’d first seen Verdans on TV, those green teeth had freaked Jay out. They were like the teeth of the undead in horror films. But now, Jay found, they didn’t even make him shudder.

  ‘Just rain water?’ Dad was asking Mrs Verdan. ‘Nothing to eat?’ />
  The boy yawned again, unfurling a tongue like a thick, green furry leaf. ‘All we need is sunlight, CO2 and water,’ he said, in a slow, bored voice, as if he’d explained this a hundred times before. ‘We don’t eat the crap you do.’

  Jay watched Dad’s face anxiously. Dad didn’t like being talked to as if he was stupid. Especially not by some smart-arsed, green-skinned kid.

  And then the boy did something that made Jay gasp. He kicked out at a chunk of loose tarmac, which sailed towards the Silver Bullet.

  Jay thought, Oh no! If it hit, made a scratch on that dazzling metal, Dad would have a fit. Luckily, it fell short of the trailer. But Jay saw the muscles in Dad’s face tense with anger.

  ‘What’s your name, son?’ said Dad.

  ‘Viridian,’ said the boy, defiantly. ‘It’s a shade of green. My sister is Sage. That’s a shade of green too, in case you didn’t know that.’

  ‘I did know that,’ Dad told him, his eyes glinting dangerously.

  Jay waited, every nerve screaming. Don’t lose it, Dad, he was thinking. Stay cool. But those muscles in Dad’s face were twitching.

  Then Dad shot Jay a look that seemed to say, Viridian! What kind of name is that? And to Jay’s relief, he realized Dad’s face was twitching with laughter.

  ‘You all have to change your names to something to do with plants?’ asked Dad. ‘Like if I became Verdan, I could be called Sap, or Sucker?’

  Viridian didn’t smile. ‘We don’t all change our names,’ he said. ‘But me and Sage did, to show how loyal we are to the Verdan cause.’

  Dad nodded, hardly bothering to hide his grin. ‘Well, that’s nice, Viridian. Want a Coke, Viridian?’ he added, rolling the name off his tongue, very slowly, syllable by syllable.

  Viridian’s green eyes blazed with fury. He opened his mouth to speak. But the Verdan dad chipped in, as if he was scared of what his son might say.

  ‘Unfortunately, fizzy drinks are like poison to Verdans,’ he explained. ‘It’s the bubbles, you see. Too much CO2 has a terrible effect…’

  ‘OK,’ said Dad. ‘Four glasses of rain water, coming up. You want ice and lemon with that?’

  ‘No lemon,’ said Viridian, sternly. ‘We don’t eat plants. We respect the green world.’

  His shoulders shaking with silent laughter, Dad went to fill glasses from the water butt behind the Diner. As he passed Jay, he rolled his eyes.

  Viridian got up and strode around, walking off his anger. He came over to Jay behind the barbecue. His alien eyes rippled with eerie, green lights. His skin looked supple and smooth as water lily leaves.

  Jay forced himself to look straight into those hostile eyes. He noticed, for the first time, that Viridian’s skin was a much darker green than the rest of his family, and wondered why that was.

  ‘I’m sorry you got the virus,’ Jay said, trying to be nice. ‘That was really bad luck, your whole family getting it.’

  ‘Luck?’ said Viridian, scornfully. ‘We chose to be Verdans. We got injected, all four of us.’

  ‘You got infected, like, deliberately? You mean, this injection actually gave you the virus?’

  ‘D’oh, yeah,’ said Viridian. ‘Don’t you watch the news? Humans are queuing up to become Verdans. At least, everyone is who isn’t stupid. Soon, there’ll be more of us than there are of you.’

  Jay stared at him in disbelief. ‘Come on! That’s never going to happen, is it?’

  Viridian didn’t even bother to answer. Instead he said, in a voice dark with menace, ‘So you’d better tell your dad, it’s time he took us seriously. Soon you’ll be the freaks, not us.’

  ‘Hey, wait a minute,’ said Jay, forgetting he’d meant to be nice. ‘Who are you calling a freak? Have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately?’

  Viridian fixed Jay with a stare so intense and chilling that Jay felt himself shrivelling inside.

  ‘You tell your dad,’ said Viridian, ‘to give me some respect. And you tell him to remember my name. Because he’s going to hear it again. I can guarantee that.’

  Chapter 2

  Dad was behind the Silver Bullet.

  There was a small brick building here, which held the generator and a deep freeze, and a rusty old metal shipping container, big enough to walk inside, that they used to store soft drinks and catering packs of margarine, tomato sauce, mustard and cooking oil. Beside the generator building was a water butt.

  Wonder if they mind green scum and dead flies? wondered Dad as he scooped out the first glassful of rain water.

  Suddenly the Verdan girl skipped into view.

  ‘Hi,’ said Dad awkwardly. He had no idea how to talk to a Verdan kid.

  But the kid ignored him anyway. She came skipping over to the water butt, leaned over and stuck her head, right up to the neck, in the water.

  Her green hair floated on the surface like river weed. Millions of tiny oxygen bubbles clung onto her green skin and fizzed to the water surface like champagne bubbles.

  Dad stared, astonished. She still didn’t come up. Then he started to worry: Can she breathe down there? She didn’t seem to be in any distress. But what if she was drowning?

  He couldn’t take the chance. He grabbed the back of her T-shirt, hauled her out, and dumped her on the ground.

  She twisted round. ‘I was thirsty,’ she said. ‘I didn’t drink enough yet. What did you pull me up for?’

  She stared at him accusingly through her river weed hair.

  Oh no, thought Dad, panicking. What if she started howling and her parents came running?

  ‘Look, don’t cry, I’ll give you a drink,’ he said. ‘Just don’t cry, OK?’

  * * *

  Over by the barbecue, as Viridian and Jay glared at each other, a terrible high-pitched scream rose above the growl of motorway traffic. Viridian’s green neck slowly twisted round.

  ‘It’s Sage,’ he said.

  He went strolling towards the Silver Bullet in long, loping strides, with Jay running to keep up.

  Viridian’s mum and dad watched, their faces showing no particular concern, as their daughter raced in a shrieking frenzy through the tall grass. Her eyes were staring and wild, her skinny limbs jerking, her head wobbling. She had a giant, empty pop bottle clasped in her hand.

  ‘Who gave her the fizzy drink?’ said Viridian. ‘She’s got a CO2 rush.’

  Sage flung down the bottle, went streaking across the tarmac and sprang at the wall on one side of the wasteland. It was high, built of crumbling brick and almost swamped by a creeping mass of dark green, dusty ivy. With manic energy, Sage began scrambling up.

  Her mum called out, ‘Excuse me, where’s my rain water?’

  Jay and Viridian arrived at the bottom of the wall together.

  ‘Come down!’ yelled Jay. But Sage climbed higher with shocking speed, her skinny body swallowed by the ivy.

  ‘She’s nearly at the top,’ said Jay. Motorway traffic roared by on the other side of the wall. What if she climbed over and fell? Or ran out into the road?

  Jay’s heart was thumping wildly. But Viridian’s green face looked smooth and unworried.

  ‘What’s wrong with you?’ Jay yelled. ‘It’s your sister up there!’

  Desperately, Jay plunged into the tumbling jungle of ivy, hauling himself clumsily up, grabbing at leaves. His feet scrabbled for the twisted ivy creepers that suckered themselves to the brick. Whippy stems tugged at his clothes. It was like climbing through a strangling maze.

  Viridian appeared beside him, climbing easily. His dark green skin merged with the leaves as if he and the plant were one. Only his pale denim jeans and white T-shirt showed up.

  Dust and bits of ivy showered on Jay’s head as Viridian overtook him. Jay clung to the ivy, coughing. How far am I from the top? he thought. He looked up to check and through shaking leaves he saw Sage. She was balanced on top of the wall, standing with her eyes closed, her arms outspread, as if she was going to fly.

  Just below her, six lanes of motorway traf
fic thundered by.

  An ivy creeper ripped off the brick and lashed his bare arm. Jay swore at the stinging pain, praying he hadn’t been scratched. He reached blindly upwards, one hand groping through the creepers for a more secure handhold. The ivy seemed to be fighting him all the way.

  Viridian was already at the top.

  He grabbed his sister’s ankle. Sage swayed, bent forward as if she was going to dive head first into the traffic. Then Jay suddenly burst free of the ivy and grasped her other ankle. Together they dragged Sage down off the wall.

  Sage clung to the ivy with amazing strength, her green fingers curling round its creepers.

  ‘Let go,’ Viridian ordered his sister.

  Jay was hanging on grimly too. The ivy felt loose, as if it was going to rip away from the crumbling bricks in one great green sheet and send them hurtling to the ground.

  ‘I can’t hang on much longer,’ Jay said through clenched teeth.

  Viridian bent back Sage’s fingers to try and break her grip. Sage howled at the pain but didn’t let go.

  Viridian shrugged. ‘Let’s leave her.’

  ‘What?’ gasped Jay, thinking he hadn’t heard right.

  ‘Just leave her!’

  Then, as if her energy surge had slumped to zero, Sage let go. It was so sudden, Jay wasn’t expecting it. She simply went limp and dropped, crashing through the leaves. Horrified, Jay stared downwards, and saw his dad, at the bottom of the wall with Sage in his arms.

  Dad called up, ‘I caught her, she’s safe.’

  Jay watched as Dad put Sage down beside her parents, who barely glanced at their daughter.

  ‘Where’s my rain water, please?’ demanded Sage’s mother. ‘My skin is so dry.’

  Dad stalked to the Diner. He came back with two glasses of rain water and slammed them down in front of Sage’s parents. They poured the drink down their throats.

  ‘Ahh,’ said the woman. ‘I feel so much better.’

  Already her face seemed plumper, juicier. Water, in tiny glistening droplets, began to transpire from the pores in her green skin.

  Dad, you kill me, thought Jay. All the times I need him, he doesn’t show. Then he turns up and casually saves some kid from breaking her neck.