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Back then Specials were a sinister rumor - frighteningly beautiful, dangerously strong, breathtakingly fast. Ordinary pretties might live their whole lives without meeting a Special. But Tally's never been ordinary. And now she's been turned into one of them: a superamped fighting machine, engineered to keep the uglies down and the pretties stupid.

The strength, the speed, and the clarity and focus of her thinking feel better than anything Tally can remember. Most of the time. One tiny corner of her heart still remembers something more. Still, it's easy to tune that out - until Tally's offered a chance to stamp out the rebels of the New Smoke permanently. It all comes down to one last choice: listen to that tiny, faint heartbeat, or carry out the mission she's programmed to complete. Either way, Tally's world will never be the same.

Without those strict roles and rules, the world is in a complete cultural renaissance. And it's all monitored on a bazillion different cameras. They were adopted into Special Circumstances and given enhanced senses, strength and reflexes, and are among the youngest agents working for Dr.

The Cutters disguise themselves as Uglies in order to crash a party in Uglyville and search for members of the New Smoke. Tally successfully finds a girl giving out pills which cure the pretty lesions, which she encourages the Uglies to take to the Crims - Tally and Shay's old clique. The Cutters attempt to capture the girl, but she escapes on a hoverboard with David's help. Giving chase, the Cutters are ambushed by Smokies with unusually advanced technology, including infra-red masking sneak suits and electrical weapons.

Hearing that the pills are intended for Zane, Tally insists on going to see her boyfriend, who suffered brain damage in New Pretty Town and has been hospitalized since Tally turned Special.

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Tally discovers that while Zane is free of the pretty lesions, his brain has been damaged and his physical infirmity now disgusts her. She begins to wonder if she received a brain operation when being made Special which has given her feelings of superiority. Eager to show Dr. Cable that Zane is cured so that he will be made Special, Shay and Tally break into the city Armory to steal something to cut off Zane's tracking necklace. They succeed, but in the attempt, they accidentally destroy much of the Armory, putting the city on high alert.

Then, they begin to secretly track Zane and the Crims as they journey to the New Smoke, although the pair split up when Tally receives a guide to the New Smoke from her friend Andrew Simpson Smith, an escapee villager from a reservation of primitive culture. Shay follows the guide straight to the Smoke, but Tally insists on staying with Zane. On the journey, Zane notices Tally and confronts her about her reasons for following him.

The pair kiss, but Tally is still repulsed by Zane's tremors and runs away from him. Tally continues to follow the group to the New Smoke - a city called Diego, which accepts runaways freely, having widely adopted the pretty cure and rejected the rules about surgery, allowing anyone to look how they please rather than following the international standard.

Tally is amazed by this, but horrified to hear that Diego is beginning to expand into the wild, clear-cutting forest like the Rusties did. Tally finds Fausto at a party for newly arrived runaways, but realizes his Special brain surgery has been cured.

The board was three meters up and climbing slowly, wavering under its double load. She jumped straight up, the furious wind of the fans blowing straight down on her. At the last moment Tally imagined her fingers thrusting into the lifting fans—chopped into a spray of blood and gristle— and her nerve faltered.

Her fingertips caught the riding surface's edge, barely clinging, and her added weight began to pull the board slowly earthward. In her peripheral vision, Tally saw an arrow flying toward her, and twisted wildly in midair to dodge it. It shot past, but her fingers had lost their grip. One hand slipped, then the other… As Tally fell, the growl of a second hoverboard ripped the air.

They were stealing another one. Shay's cry shot through the noise: "Give me a boost! Tally laced her fingers together and cupped her hands waist-high, ready to throw Shay up at the board, which was straining to climb again. Another missile streaked toward Tally from the darkness. But if she ducked, Shay would take the arrow in midleap. Her teeth clenched, waiting for the agony of a shock-stick slamming into her spine.

But the board's rotor-wash eased the arrow downward like an invisible hand. It struck between Tally's feet, exploding into a brilliant spiderweb on the icy ground. She tasted electricity in the damp air, and tiny and invisible fingers played across her skin, but her feet were insulated by the soles of her grippy shoes.

Then Shay's weight landed in her cupped hands, and Tally grunted, flinging upward with all her strength. Shay screamed as she soared into the air. Tally threw herself to one side, imagining more arrows in flight, her feet skipping across the still-buzzing shockstick. She spun around and fell backward to the ground.

Another arrow shot past her in a blur, missing her face by centimeters… She glanced up: Shay had landed on the hoverboard, setting it teeter-tottering wildly. The lifting fans shrieked at its triple load. Shay raised a stinger hand, but David's dark silhouette shoved Tachs toward her, forcing her to catch his limp form. She danced at the board's edge, trying to keep them both from tumbling off.

Then David lashed out, catching Shay in the shoulder with a handheld shock-stick. Another web of sparks lit the night sky. Tally rose to her feet, running back toward the struggle.

The Smokies were not fighting fair! Above her, a bright yellow form was tumbling from the board, headfirst…Tally leaped forward, stretching out her hands. The dead weight thudded into her arms—the special bones as hard as a sack of baseball bats—and sent her sprawling to the ground. Tally glanced up. Then her ears caught the snap of a bowstring, and she threw herself to the ground again.

The arrow missed wildly—whoever had fired it was running. Sneak-suited forms were everywhere, and more boards were buzzing to life all around her, the Smokies lifting into the air. She twisted her crash bracelet, but there was no responding tug.

They had taken all four of the Specials' boards—Tally was stranded on the ground, like some random hiker lost in the forest.

She shook her head in disbelief. Where had the Smokies gotten sneak suits? Since when did they shoot people? How had this easy trick gone so wrong? She connected her skintenna to the city network, about to call Dr.

Then she hesitated a moment, remembering Shay's orders. No calls, no matter what—she couldn't disobey. All four hoverboards were in the air now, their lifting fans giving off orange glimmers of heat. She could see Shay unconscious in David's arms, and the glowing form of another Special being carried off on a different board. Tally cursed. Tachs still lay on the ground, so they'd gotten Fausto, too.

She had to call for reinforcements, but that would be breaking orders…A ping came through the network. Where are you? A couple of minutes away.

The one your Smokey was dancing with?

Just get here fast! In a minute, the Smokies would be gone for good. It was too late for regular Specials to get here, too late for anything… Rage and frustration surged through Tally, almost overwhelming her. David was not going to beat her, not this time! She couldn't afford to lose her head.

She knew what to do. Making a claw with her right hand, Tally dug her fingernails into the flesh of her left arm. The delicate nerves woven into her skin screamed, a torrent of pain piling through her, overloading her brain. But then the special moment struck, icy clarity replacing panic and confusion. She drew in the cold air in gasps… Of course. David and the girl had ditched their own hoverboards. They had to have left them close by She turned and ran back toward the city, hunting in the darkness for the half-remembered smell of David.

Be quiet. The Smokies hadn't bothered to recover their old-fashioned boards. She wasn't completely helpless. At the snap of her fingers, David's board rose from its hasty covering of pine needles and into the air. She jumped on and it wobbled unsteadily like the end of a diving board, without the sense of power that the lifting fans gave.

But Tally had ridden one just like it all those months ago, and it was enough for now. She climbed up through the trees, scanning the horizon. The Smokies flickered in the distance, the bodies of their two captives glowing like embers in a fire. Glancing up at the stars, she calculated angles and directions… The Smokies were headed out toward the river, where they could use magnetics.

Carrying two passengers per board, they needed all the lift they could get. The Smokies might be invisible, but the two captive Specials shone like infrared beacons.

Ho wasn't going to like what Tally had to do, but there was no other choice. That was Shay out there, being dragged away by David. This was Tally's chance to pay her back for all those old mistakes. To prove that she was really special. Ho was there, waiting where the dark trees of the Trails began to thin. Its lifting fans spun to life as she crossed the city's border. Don't have time to explain.

What the—" "They've got Shay Fausto, too. Tachs is back in the Trails, unconscious. Go make sure he's okay" "What? She scanned the horizon and caught distant flickers of infrared, like two glowing eyes ahead—Fausto and Shay. The hunt was still on. Aren't you listening?

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We don't want any help with this. Cable's very special Specials—had been made fools of. For that matter, a squadron of screaming hovercars would only let the Smokies know that they were being followed. All alone, Tally might be able to sneak up on them. She leaned forward, coaxing every bit of speed from her borrowed board, Ho's protests fading behind her. She was going to catch them. There were five Smokies and two captives on four boards; no way could they make top speed.

Tally just had to remember that they were random, and she was special. She still had a chance to rescue Shay capture David, and make this all okay. Where were they? The Smokies couldn't be that far in front—not with only a couple of minutes' head start. But like her, they were flying low, using the mineral deposits in the winding riverbed for extra push, keeping under cover of the trees. Even the special-hot infrared glow of Shay's and Fausto's bodies couldn't penetrate the dark cloak of the forest.

And that was a problem. What if they'd already pulled off the river, sneaking into the trees to watch her fly past? On their stolen boards, the Smokies could head off in any direction they wanted.

Tally needed a few seconds up in the sky, looking down. But the Smokies also had infrared. To take a peek without giving herself away, she would have to cool her body temperature way down.

She looked into the dark water rushing past her feet and shivered. This was not going to be fun. Tally spun to a stop, freezing spray spitting up from the tail of her board, tickling her arms and face, sending another shiver through her bones. The river was running fast, filled to the brim with melted snow rolling down from the mountains, as chill as a champagne bucket back in bubblehead days. With toes pointed, she barely made a splash, but the freezing water set her heart pounding madly.

In seconds her teeth began to chatter, her muscles clenching, threatening to snap her bones. She pulled Ho's board down into the water beside her, and the lifting fans spat out tendrils of steam as they cooled. Tally began an endless, torturous count of ten, wishing bad luck and destruction down on David, the Smokies, and whoever it was who'd first invented freezing water. The cold seeped into her body, making her nerves scream and leeching deep into her bones.

But then it hit her, the special moment. It was like when she cut herself, the pain building until she could hardly stand it anymore…then suddenly flipping inside out. And hidden within the agony the strange clarity came again, as if the world had ordered itself into something that made perfect sense.

Just as Dr. Cable had promised so long ago, this was better than bubbly. All of Tally's senses were on fire, but her mind seemed to stand apart from them, observing their sensations without being overwhelmed. She was non-random, above average…almost beyond human. And she had been made to save the world. Tally stopped counting and let out a slow, calm breath, and bit by bit, her shivering faded away.

The icy water had lost its power. She pulled herself back onto Ho's board, grasping its edges with bone-pale knuckles. It took three tries to snap her numbed fingers loud enough, but finally the hoverboard began to rise into the dark sky, climbing as high as the cool and silent magnetic lifters would take it. As she cleared the trees, the wind hit like an avalanche of cold, but Tally ignored it, her eyes sweeping across the marvelously clear world below. There they were—only a kilometer or so ahead—a flicker of boards against the black water, a glimpse of a glowing human in infrared.

The Smokies seemed to be going slowly, hardly moving at all. Maybe they were resting, unaware that they were being followed. But to Tally, it was as if her moment of icy focus had stopped them in their tracks. She let the board drop, falling out of sight before her body heat could cut through the chill of soaked clothes.

The costume dorm uniform clung to her like a wet woolen blanket. Pulling off the jacket, Tally let it fall into the river. Her board roared back to life, skimming forward with fans fully engaged, leaving a meter-high wake. Tally might be soaking and frozen to the bone, and only one against five, but the dunking had cleared her head. She felt her special senses dissecting the forest around her, her instincts spinning, her mind calculating from the stars overhead exactly how long it would take to catch up.

Her hands flexed numbly, but Tally knew that they were the only weapons she needed, no matter what other little tricks the Smokies had brought along. She was ready for this fight.

Sixty seconds later, she saw it: a lone hoverboard waiting for her, just past a bend in the river. Its rider stood calmly, black silhouette holding the glowing form of a Special. Tally swirled to a halt, whipping in a tight circle to scan the trees. The forest's deep purple background was filled with half-glimpsed shapes whipped into motion by the wind, but no human forms. She looked at the dark figure blocking the river before her.

The sneak suit hid his face, but Tally remembered the way David stood on a hoverboard: his back foot pointed forty-five degrees out, like a dancer waiting for the music to start. And she could feel that it was him. The glowing-hot form sagging in his arms had to be Shay, still unconscious. He shook his head. Another ambush? It was strange to hear David's voice again. It traveled clearly over the rushing water, carrying a hint of nerves. She realized that he was scared of her. Of course he was, but it still felt strange… "Can you remember me?

You always made a big impression.

You'd figured out how the city had messed up your head. You forced yourself to think clearly again, not like a pretty. And you escaped. You mean, you sent those pills to me accidentally? But we warned you about the risks. Don't you remember? I can finally see. They weren't revolutionaries; they were nothing but egomaniacs, playing with lives, leaving broken people in their wake. Tally's flash tattoos were spinning wildly, pushed into furious motion by the freezing water and her anger.

Her mind focused to a razor point, and saw his outline clearer with every beat of her pounding heart. And you play games with them. I'm sorry. It was nothing but a flicker of one finger, but her mind was so sharp that the tiny movement bloomed like fireworks against the dark. Tally's awareness shot out in all directions, searching the blackness around her. The Smokies had chosen a spot where half-submerged rocks added to the water's roar, covering any subtle sounds, but somehow Tally felt the moment of attack.

An instant later, her peripheral vision caught the arrows on their way: one from each side, like two fingers crushing a bug. Her mind slowed time to a half-dead crawl. Less than a second from hitting, the missiles were too close for gravity to pull her down, no matter how fast she bent her knees.

But Tally didn't need gravity… Her hands shot up from her sides, elbows bending, fingers curling into fists around the arrow shafts. They slid a few centimeters through her palms, the friction burning like snuffing a candle, but their momentum choked in her grip. The electric buzz in their tips sputtered for an angry moment, close enough that Tally felt the heat on both cheeks, and then the arrows fizzled in frustration.

Her eyes were still locked on David, and even through the sneak suit she saw his jaw drop open, a small, amazed sound carrying across the water. She let out a sharp laugh. His voice was shaking. She fell forward limply, smacking the water face-first and hard. David whirled around on his board, kicking up a spray as he bolted away.

The two archers zoomed out from the trees and followed, boards roaring to life. Shay's infrared colors began to change in the cold water, hands fading from bright yellow to orange. The fast current carried her under Tally, who threw the spent arrows aside, spun on one heel, and dove into the freezing river. A few panicked strokes brought her up beside the dimly glowing form, and she reached out to grab Shay's hair, yanking her head out of the water. Flash tattoos hardly moved on the pale face, but then Shay shuddered and emptied her lungs with a sudden cough.

Shay waved her arms weakly, then coughed up more water. But her flash tattoos were gradually coming back to life, spinning faster as her heartbeat strengthened. Her face glowed brighter in infrared as flowing blood began to warm it back up.

Tally shifted her grip, struggling to keep both their heads above water, signaling with her crash bracelet. Her borrowed board responded with a magnetic tug, on its way.

Shay's eyes opened, blinking a few times. When the hoverboard nudged her from behind, she slung an arm over it, wrapping the other around Shay. A long shiver traveled through them both. Her lips were almost blue in Tally's infrared. But it woke you up, at least. She sat there, huddled miserably against the breeze while Tally stayed in the river, staring up into her glassy eyes. Do you know where you are? That means they got me with one of those stupid arrows. Throwing Tachs at me.

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I caught him before he hit the ground. Then David tried to take you away. But I got you back. We'll get him back. They wanted to capture me, too.

But I was too fast for them, so David pushed you in to distract me, I suppose. Or maybe he was trying to give the other Smokies time to get away, the ones with Fausto. That's a little insulting," Shay said. It's not like the Smokies, throwing someone into freezing water while they're unconscious.

Know what I mean? You can Ml people with bows and arrows, after all.

I kind of liked them better the old way" "Me too," Tally sighed. The razor-sharpness of her anger was fading, leaving her spirit as soggy as her clothing. No matter how hard she'd tried to fix everything, Fausto was still gone, and David too.

He'd managed to get Tachs awake, and had put in a call to the rest of the Cutters. They were twenty minutes away, bringing extra boards and screaming for revenge. In fact, no one was sure if it was anywhere at all. Since the original Smoke had been destroyed, the Smokies kept moving from one spot to another. And now that they had four brand-new Special Circumstances hoverboards, they'd be even harder to pin down. While Shay and Tally wrung out their wet clothes, Ho and Tachs wandered around the darkness of the Trails, looking for clues.

Soon they found the hoverboard that the Smokey girl had abandoned. We need more. The one the Smokey girl was giving nanos? Before I handed him over to the wardens, I managed to scare him a little. Ho's flash tattoos included a demon's face drawn over his own features, its bloodred lines shifting through a sequence of wild expressions in time with his pulse.

Shay snorted. But he knew where he was supposed to take the nanos. He was supposed to take them to the Crims. All but a few of the Cutters had been Crims back in their pretty days. The clique was all about making trouble: acting like an ugly, beating the lesions, keeping the shallowness of New Pretty Town from erasing your brain.

Shay shrugged. There are hundreds of them. But that ugly kid mentioned a name, someone he was supposed to give them to specially. He said the nanos were for Zane. It's only been two weeks. Not trusting other Cutters wasn't very icy—it led to doubts and muddled thoughts. But for the first time since becoming a Special, she felt out of place, uncomfortable in her own skin.

Her fingers moved restlessly up and down the cutting scars along her arms, and sounds from the forest around them were making her jumpy. Zane was back from the hospital, but he wasn't here with her at the Cutters' camp, out in the wild where he should be.

And that felt wrong… All around them, the other Cutters were keeping themselves icy. They'd made a bonfire of fallen trees tonight, Shay's way of building morale after last night's ambush. All sixteen of them—minus Fausto—were gathered around, daring one another to dash through the flames barefoot, boasting about what they were going to do to the Smokies when they finally caught them.

And yet Tally felt outside it all, somehow. Usually, she loved bonfires, the way they made the shadows jump like living things, the real wickedness of burning trees. That was the whole point of being special: You existed to make sure everyone else behaved, but that didn't mean you had to.

But tonight the bonfire smell kept triggering memories of her Smokey days. A few of the Cutters had recently switched from cutting to branding, marking their arms with the red-hot ends of firebrands. Like cutting, it kept your mind icy. But for Tally, the smell was too much like when they'd cooked dead animals back in the Smoke. So she stuck to knives. She kicked a stick into the flames. But for the last two months I figured that Zane would join Special Circumstances the moment he got better.

The thought of him in New Pretty Town, wearing some cookie-cutter face …" She shook her head. Cable about it? You have to think your way out of being a bubblehead. Doesn't Cable understand that? Was Zane still the bubbly guy who'd started the Crims? Or had his brain damage changed all that, dooming him to stay a bubblehead for the rest of his life?

The whole thing was totally unfair. Completely random. When the Smokies had brought the first nanos into New Pretty Town, they'd left two pills for Tally to find, along with a letter from herself warning about the dangers, but saying she'd given 'informed consent.

He'd offered to take the untried pills.

The nanos were supposed to free the pretties, turning them from bubbleheads into…well, no one had ever bothered to figure out what exactly. What would you do with a bunch of spoiled, superbeautiful people with no limits on their appetites? Let them loose on the fragile world, to destroy it the way the Rusties almost had three centuries before? In any case, the cure hadn't really worked like it was supposed to. Tally and Zane had split the pills, and Zane had gotten the unlucky one.

The nanos in it had eaten the lesions that made him a bubblehead, but then they'd kept right on going, eating away more and more of his mind… Tally shuddered at the thought of how lucky she'd been. The only purpose of her pill had been to switch off the nanos in the other one. Alone, it hadn't done anything— she'd only thought she'd taken the cure. And yet she'd managed to stop being a bubblehead all on her own—no nanos, no operation, not even cutting herself like Shay's crew had.

That was why she was in Special Circumstances. But that doesn't make it your fault, Tally. That's what happens when you're special. Why feel guilty?

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So I'm coming with you tonight, okay? As long as I don't have to stick any plastic on my face. Two ex-boyfriends in a row could mess with it. He might be a bubblehead right now, but hell think his way out. That's not very icy. Made fists to control them. She kicked a hefty log onto the fire, scattering sparks.

Watching as the flames wrapped around it, she opened her hands to the heat. Somehow, the freezing river had given her a chill that wouldn't leave, no matter how close she sat to the blaze. She just needed to see Zane again, and this weird feeling in her bones would go away. No one can be icy all the time. Maybe you just need a cut.

Tally wanted to, but she snorted and spat into the fire. Shay wasn't going to make her feel weak this way. Apparently, Shay was still unhappy about being beaten in hand-to-hand combat by a random the night before.Tally felt her heart accelerate, amazed at how effortlessly Shay had brought them all along.

They come from the New Smoke. Soon they found the hoverboard that the Smokey girl had abandoned. Around his neck was a metal chain, its links a dull silver. Let them loose on the fragile world, to destroy it the way the Rusties almost had three centuries before? She took a deep breath, then rapped twice, trying to smile without showing the razor sharpness of her teeth.

Ungainly, crook-nosed, with baby-fat cheeks, and an impatient expression—impatient for her next birthday, the bubblehead operation, and a trip across the river. Why did they keep acting like David still meant something to her? David and the girl had ditched their own hoverboards.