Execution: Escape from Furnace 5 - Softcover

Smith, Alexander Gordon

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1250029422 ISBN 13: 9781250029423

Publisher: Square Fish, 2013

Synopsis

The explosive fifth and final book in the Escape from Furnace series features a shocking showdown!

Alex Sawyer has escaped his underground nightmare to discover the whole world has become a prison, and Alfred Furnace is its master. Monsters rule the streets, leaving nothing but murder in their wake. Those who do not die become slaves to Furnace's reign of cruelty.

Alex is a monster too. He is the only one who can stop Furnace but in doing so he could destroy everything. Is he the executed or the executioner? Who will die?

All Alex knows is that one way or another, it all ends now.

Execution is an Escape from Furnace book from Alexander Gordon Smith.

Praise for Death Sentence (Escape from Furnace Book 3):

“In this third installment of the Furnace series, Gordon-Smith has pulled out all the stops. It is a tour de force of action and adventure... Honestly, this reviewer could not put this book down, having thoroughly enjoyed all of the novels in this series, and will anxiously await the release of Fugitives: Escape from Furnace 4. . . . Please continue to wow us, Mr. Gordon Smith--your books are a pleasure to read.” ―VOYA

Praise for Solitary (Escape from Furnace Book 2):

“Fast paced and packed with nail-biting scenarios . . . This is a dark story with a dark ending, but the gritty action and compelling characters will have reluctant readers enthralled.” ―School Library Journal

“Once again, Smith has created a thrill ride that will leave the audience wanting more. Smith's prose is fast paced, witty, and sometimes downright terrifying. Some of the images he creates could manifest into a nightmare or two. Teens who are looking for a great thriller/horror story will definitely want to pick up these novels.” ―VOYA

“Adrenaline-fueled action infuses the narrative as it did in Lockdown (2009), keeping the pages turning. . . . The author knows what keeps his readers locked to the page and delivers it soundly.” ―Kirkus Reviews

"Breathlessly paced." --Booklist

Praise for Lockdown (Escape from Furnace Book 3):

“Fresh and ferocious, Lockdown will hook boys with its gritty, unrelenting surprises.” ―James Patterson

“Furnace is hotter than hell and twice as much fun! Sign me up for a life sentence of Alexander Gordon Smith!” ―Darren Shan, author of the Demonata series

Also by Alexander Gordon Smith:

The Devil's Engine series
The Devil's Engine: Hellraisers (Book 1)
The Devil's Engine: Hellfighters (Book 2)
The Devil's Engine: Hellwalkers (Book 3)

The Fury

The Escape from Furnace series
Lockdown (Book 1)
Solitary (Book 2)
Death Sentence (Book 3)
Fugitives (Book 4)
Execution (Book 5)

About this title

About the Author

ALEXANDER GORDON SMITH lives in Norwich, England. He is a co-founder of Fear Driven Films, which is currently producing its first feature film. The Escape from Furnace series marks his publishing debut in the United States. Mr. Smith is currently at work on his next book, The Fury, which Farrar Straus Giroux will publish in the fall of 2013.

Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.

THE BOY
 

I ONCE KNEW A BOY. HIS NAME WAS ALEX SAWYER.
He was the boy who stared back at me from the mirror, a kid like any other. Not bad-looking, a little scrawny. You wouldn’t have looked twice if you’d seen him on the street.
That boy, he’s dead now. I let him die. But I want to tell you his story. I need to tell you his story.
I don’t remember much of Alex’s—of my—life before Furnace. It’s a blur of faceless people and half-formed places. He had a family once, I think, a mom and a dad. And friends too. But he wasn’t a good kid, I remember that much at least. He was a bully, and a thief. He took from the ones he loved and all he gave in return was grief. I can’t even remember how it all started, only that he wanted things like shoes, a bike, a computer.
That’s what I find hardest to believe about all this—not the truth about Furnace, or the monsters spawned inside the prison, but that Alex’s life was destroyed because he was so desperate to get a new pair of sneakers.
Bullying in the playground, stealing the odd fiver at lunchtime, it wasn’t enough. Alex and his best friend, Toby, started burgling houses, stealing cash and valuables every chance they could. One day they broke into a place they thought was empty. It wasn’t. They were caught by silver-eyed giants in black suits and a shriveled figure with a gas mask stitched into its face. Toby was shot and Alex was framed for his murder—sentenced to life without possibility of parole in Furnace Penitentiary.
Furnace. The prison. I’ve been out for less than twenty-four hours but already my memories from inside are fading. Buried a mile beneath the ground, nothing but rock in every direction, it was a place that society put children they no longer wanted, where even their parents would forget them. It was a place where kids like Alex were buried alive.
But it was something so much worse than that too. The gas-masked wheezers stalked the cells, dragging inmates into the blood-drenched tunnels beneath the prison. Deformed creatures emerged in the dead of night, tearing their victims to pieces. And watching over it all was Warden Cross, a man as cruel and as dangerous as the devil himself, a man whose eyes were so full of madness, of hatred, of rancid glee, that meeting them was like watching yourself die a million times over.
Together with friends—Donovan and Zee—Alex made a plan to get out, smuggling gas-filled gloves from the kitchen and blowing a hole in the floor, jumping into an underground river. They did what nobody else had ever managed, they found a way out of Furnace. But that river only carried them as far as the tunnels below, and the unthinkable horrors of solitary confinement.
It was here that I—no, not me, that Alex—discovered the truth about Furnace. The prisoners were being turned into monsters, their minds and bodies broken and stitched back together into something new, something awful. Under the ever-watchful gaze of the warden those kids were pumped full of a dark, gold-flecked fluid known as nectar. It primed their bodies, made them stronger than they ever could have become naturally, able to withstand any injury. Then the wheezers opened them up, packing them full of muscle, giving them eyes of silver and setting them loose upon the world.
The lucky ones died on the operating table. Others became blacksuits—the hulking guards who remembered nothing of the children they once were, who craved only more and more power. Some found themselves broken beyond repair, losing their minds completely to become rats—feral killing machines that roamed the tunnels beneath Furnace butchering anyone they encountered.
And some became something worse still. Their genes evolved, making them bigger, faster, stronger than nature ever intended, beasts of unimaginable fury that looked more alien than human. The berserkers.
Alex and Zee were rescued from solitary by a boy called Simon—a kid who had been half turned by the warden’s surgery, his torso and one arm now that of a blacksuit, his eyes silver. And they—we—had made a break for freedom, trying to climb the shaft of the prison incinerator. But they were found, they were recaptured, and this time the warden wasted no time putting Alex under the knife.
I don’t remember the pain, only the strength it brought. My body, it was cut apart and put back together. It was improved. I was no longer Alex, I was something better, something more. The warden filled my head with promises of power, told me of the war that was about to come between the strong and the weak, between the monsters and the humans, spoke of the new Fatherland that would rise from the ashes of the old world. I almost forgot who I was, I almost became one of the warden’s children, a Soldier of Furnace.
And it was then that I first heard Alfred Furnace himself, the mysterious force behind all of this madness. Furnace didn’t live within the prison, but his dark presence filled every single one of the creatures who dwelled here; it gripped their every thought, determined their actions. He was their commander, their god, and his power was absolute.
But some part of me resisted him, remembering my name, remembering my old life. Zee, Simon, and I, we fought our way back to general population, to the main body of the prison, and together with the inmates we cracked the gates, we busted out of Furnace.
We thought we’d made it. We thought we were free. But the prison break was just what Alfred Furnace wanted. His forces were waiting in the shadows—an army of blacksuits and berserkers. And with the city distracted by the escaping prisoners he made his move. He began his war on humanity.
He had a secret weapon too, a new strain of nectar, a red-flecked poison that spread like a plague. Any child who was bitten, who was filled with this improved nectar, became a super-rat, driven by fury and intent on nothing but slaughter. Within hours of the break the city fell as the new breed of rats ran riot. The army was called in, a state of emergency was declared, but it was too late: Furnace’s nightmare force was unstoppable.
And my role in this?
I’m not sure I know. I was bitten by a berserker shortly after we escaped, my blood tainted by the new nectar. But it was a small bite, not enough to turn me into one of them. After that I had visions in my head, visions that came from Furnace himself, channeled into my mind through the nectar. He showed me a tower, a skyscraper, on which a creature sat and howled at the world below. I thought it was him, thought that beast was Furnace, and I knew I had to try to kill him. I made a plan with Simon, Zee, and Lucy—a girl we’d met in the city. Zee and Lucy went off to find the army, to tell them to destroy the tower. Simon and I went after Furnace.
I didn’t find him there. I found the warden. He filled himself with new nectar, becoming more powerful than any human had the right to be. Then we fought, both of us almost dying. The only way I survived was by drinking the blood from his veins, draining him of the new nectar. It saved my life, but it cost me the last of my sanity. I killed the warden—fed him to his own ghastly creations—but in doing so I became something worse. Because that’s what Furnace wanted too—the warden had failed him, and he needed a new general. He wanted me to become his right-hand man.
Warden Cross may have lost, but Alfred Furnace had won.
I climbed to the roof of the tower—now engulfed with flames as military jets bombarded it with missiles—I perched on the spire, and saw the city crumbling beneath me. Then I screamed, realizing that the creature I had seen in my vision wasn’t Furnace at all.
It was me.
It’s no wonder I didn’t recognize myself. I had lost both of my hands—my right arm turned into a blade of obsidian flesh, my left blown off at the elbow by a grenade. My body had been changed by the new nectar. I was taller than ever before, stronger too. But it was more than that. Furnace’s poison surged through my mind as well, stripping away the last of my memories, the last scraps of the boy I used to be.
I made a promise, right there on that tower: I would find Alfred Furnace, and I would kill him. And if the world stood in my way then God help it, because I would tear it apart, I would watch it burn.
Nothing would stop me from having my revenge.
That boy, that kid called Alex Sawyer, he wouldn’t have wanted this. But he no longer has a say. He’s dead.
I need to tell you his story, though. I need to tell you how it ends.
Because it’s the only chance I have of bringing him back.

 
Copyright © 2011 by Alexander Gordon Smith

About this edition

• Publisher: Square Fish
• Publication date: 2013
• ISBN 10: 1250029422
• ISBN 13: 9781250029423
• Binding: Paperback
• Number of pages: 336