Kill Switch (Devil's Night #3)

by Penelope Douglas

  Yeah. “A nine-year-old could do that job.”

  “Winter…” she scolded.

  I wasn’t really joking, though. It was the truth. A typical teenage job. While I didn’t need the money, it was nice to earn my own cash and have something low-stress, so it didn’t distract from school, but it was also a job she thought I could do. She’d picked it for me.

  And I wanted to do more.

  I stood there, hovering, and she must’ve seen the look on my face, because she stopped counting the money.

  “You nearly broke an arm,” she reminded me, sighing.

  I fell practicing over a year ago. Dancers fell and broke bones all the time.

  “You can’t dance with the corps,” she went on. “You learn slower than we can work with. The wrong fall could kill you. I mean…do you know what you’re asking of us, honey?”

  My jaw locked, because she was tired of this conversation, and I had no new arguments. I danced on that stage downstairs many times when I was little. I danced at home with no accidents. Yes, it took me longer to learn my stage, and I would make everyone’s job just a little bit harder and that sucked, but it wasn’t impossible. I’d gone over it in my head a thousand times, mapping the choreography—mine and the other dancers’. I just wanted a shot.

  She rose from her chair, the wheels squeaking underneath, and she pinched my chin lightly between her fingers.

  “Challenges find us so we can become who we’re meant to be,” she told me. “God has taken you on an exciting new path. Trust his judgment and see where it leads.”

  What the hell?

  “I bought a first-class ticket,” I told her. “I’m not taking the bus.”

  And I spun around, heading back down the stairwell.

  People were priceless. The things we told ourselves to justify giving up and falling in line like we had to accept anything less than what we wanted. Like fighting for your dream was a bad thing.

  I would tour, and people would pay to watch me.

  Heading into the ticket booth, I gathered up my school bag and phone, and switched off the light, heading back into the lobby and out the front doors. I called my driver to check if she was almost here, but there was no answer, so I left a voicemail. Since Arion was away studying abroad this semester for college, and my parents had schedules to keep, my mother arranged a car service in town to pick me up and drop me off to and from work. It probably cost more than I was making, but since our town didn’t have a public transportation system, I couldn’t manage any other way. I tried to give them my paychecks to cover the cost, but my mom wouldn’t take it.

  I stood out on the town sidewalk, hearing the cars drive by and music coming from Sticks across the square, but I stayed close to the theater doors, just to be on the safe side, until my ride showed. The concession staff was still in there cleaning, so I had help if I needed it.

  “Hey, Winter,” someone said across the street. “Want a ride?”

  Sara. She’d worked the booth with me tonight, and trained me when I started the job. She must just be leaving, too.

  “Oh, no, I’m okay,” I told her. “My driver should be here soon.”

  “My driver…” someone repeated, chuckling.

  I didn’t recognize the voice. Did I just sound pretentious?

  “I can’t leave you standing there,” Sara joked. “Come on. Cancel your car. We’ll take you.”

  We?

  I pondered for a moment, not really having a good reason to say no. The driver wouldn’t care. She’d still get paid and get in bed earlier tonight.

  “Okay,” I said. “Thanks.”

  Car doors slammed, an engine started, and tires skidded, the car coming around to my side of the street.

  Sara got out and took my hand, leading me to the car. I gently pulled my hand out and placed it on her arm.

  “Do you know Astrid Colby?” she asked, holding the back door open for me. “And her boyfriend, Miles Anderson? They’re both seniors. This is his car.” And then, “You guys, this is Winter Ashby.”

  I stopped. “Oh, I don’t want to cause any inconvenience.” I thought she was driving. “I have a ride coming. It’s fine.”

  I didn’t know Astrid and Miles, but I knew of them. I definitely got the impression they were trouble.

  “Relax.” Sara nudged me. “We’ll have you home in no time.”

  Fine. As long as she was here, it should be okay, I guess.

  I pulled my bag off and climbed into the car, smelling cigarette smoke and sucking in a breath as the cold leather seats hit the backs of my thighs. I still wore my theater uniform—pleated skirt, button down, and bow tie—but as soon as I was settled, I sent a message to the driver.

  After Sara got in and shut the door, we sped off. I felt the car turning, so I assumed we were rounding the square, and next probably cutting through the neighborhood toward the highway.

  Judging from the deep rumble of the engine, the leather bench seat I sat on, and the heavy sound of the door closing a moment ago, it was an old car. Classic American muscle, maybe? I didn’t want to be a traitor or anything, because the spaciousness was nice, but I preferred the sound and feel of another car. His car. The only car I’d ever driven and probably would ever drive. Agile, fast, quick to respond…. It drove like slicing butter.

  And him underneath me. That might’ve had something to do with my loyalty to that car, too.

  I thought it was a BMW. My sister got one for graduation, and I sat in it, damn near falling into a trance when I felt the exact same circular emblem in the middle of the steering wheel as he had in his car.

  “Turn off your brights, asshole,” the guy driving said.

  “He’s like right on our ass, too,” Astrid commented.

  “Yeah, you’re being followed, Miles,” Sara added, teasing. “It’s almost Devil’s Night. Let the pranks begin.”

  I heard him scoff and another whiff of smoke hit me.

  That’s right. Devil’s Night was tomorrow.

  “You guys getting up to anything?” Sara asked them. “It’s so boring without the horsemen around.”

  “Fuck them,” Miles said. “We can stir up our own shit.”

  I ran my fingers through my hair, flipping it to one side as I turned toward the window. Miles was the only person I’d heard of who didn’t worship at the horsemen altar. Wonder why?

  The energy at school since they left, though, was in the dumps. The basketball team was suffering, and there was no excitement anymore. Everyone was caught in suspended animation.

  Miles swerved the car to the right and slammed on the brakes, pulling the car to a sudden stop. I shot out my hand to the back of his seat to stop myself from lunging forward.

  “Get out, bitch,” Astrid said.

  Huh?

  The door on Sara’s side opened, and she shifted next to me. “Thanks for the ride, guys,” she chirped.

  I froze, every muscle tense. What?

  “You know where Winter lives, right?” Sara questioned them.

  Wait, they were dropping her off first? I held in my groan. Shit. Thanks a lot. Why would she leave me with people I didn’t know?

  “Don’t worry,” Astrid told her. “We’ll get her home.”

  “It’s fine,” I rushed out, gathering my bag and phone. “I’ll get out here and call my driver.”

  “Don’t be a bitch, bitch,” Astrid shot back but with a teasing tone.

  “Have a good night, Winter,” Sara said, and then she slammed the door.

  I exhaled. It’s fine. It would be fine.

  Miles shifted into gear and took off, and I hit the back of my seat, gripping my phone.

  I needed to learn how to be rude. I should’ve just said ‘no’ to the ride.

  We drove in silence for a few minutes, and I gauged from the straight line he was going that we were hopefully on the highway, heading to my house.

  “Is that car still behind us?” I heard Astrid ask.

  “Yep,” he said in a
clipped tone.

  My heart picked up pace. Someone was following them? If something was going to happen, I wanted to be out of here before it did.

  “So,” Astrid spoke again, “what do you see exactly?”

  There was silence, and I straightened, coming to attention. “You’re talking to me?”

  “Yes.” She laughed.

  I shook my head. “I don’t see anything.”

  “Well, I know, but is it like black or white or what?” she pressed. “Like when I close my eyes, sometimes I see a kaleidoscope of colors and sometimes it’s just dark.”

  “Nothing,” I said again. “I don’t see. The sense doesn’t exist.”

  “Psychedelic,” she cooed her approval.

  I chuckled. It was hard for people to wrap their heads around it. When seeing people couldn’t see, it was because their eyes were covered. That’s what they assumed it was like for me. My eyes were just closed to them.

  Whereas in reality, I didn’t have eyes at all. But my body did still perform the same involuntary actions: blinking, crying…

  “That’s a mighty cute uniform you got on,” Miles said as he drove.

  Astrid didn’t respond, so I guessed he was talking to me.

  “Thanks,” I muttered.

  His tone was loaded, and instinctively, I pulled down my skirt as far as it would reach, suddenly feeling like it was too short.

  “You know where I live, right?”

  She didn’t say anything, and he just laughed quietly.

  I clutched my phone in my hand, thumbing the power button.

  Cool metal touched my hand, and I jerked.

  “Try some,” Astrid said, handing me something.

  I took it, turning the palm-sized object in my hand and hearing the liquid inside swish.

  “No, thanks.” I handed it back at her.

  I could still hear my mother’s words when I was like twelve. She educated me really early. Don’t ever drink an alcoholic drink you didn’t make or open yourself.

  She told Ari the same thing, but she knew I was at a bigger risk of being victimized. Someone could slip anything in my drink, and do it right in front of me, without my knowing.

  But Astrid just took the flask back, whining, “Party pooper.”

  I was about to say ‘thank you anyway’, but we turned and gravel crunched underneath the tires. I immediately narrowed my eyes, on alert. There were no gravel roads on the way to my house.

  “Where are we going?” I asked.

  But neither of them answered.

  Suspicion twisted in my gut. I couldn’t be thrown into a locker room out here, but they could find lots of ways to prank me.

  “Is that car still following?” Astrid asked.

  “They turned off just as we did. Some road behind us,” he answered.

  “Cool.”

  “What’s going on?” I demanded.

  “We want to show you something,” Astrid replied.

  “I just want to go home.”

  The car jostled on the pot holes, and I bounced, hitting my head on the roof.

  “Ouch,” I hissed.

  Goddammit, this wasn’t funny. It was already after ten, and I didn’t know these people. Why would they think they could just drag me wherever they wanted?

  “I want to go home,” I said again.

  “Hold your horses,” Miles chided me. “We need you for something.”

  “What?”

  “Climb up here, and sit in the middle,” he instructed.

  “Why?”

  “Come on!” Astrid yanked at my arm. “I need you to hold my legs.”

  “Hold your legs?”

  Air rushed into the car suddenly, blowing my hair, and a scream sounded from outside the car. My breathing turned shallow. Was she sticking her head out the window?

  “Come on, please?” she begged, tugging at my arm again. “We’ll take you home in a few.”

  I twisted my lips to the side. Fine.

  Taking off my jacket, I left my phone and satchel in the back and scooted up, swinging a leg over the front seat. Wind blew under my skirt and my hair into my face, so I moved quickly, sitting down between Miles and Astrid, the hair on the back of my neck rising with fear and a little excitement. Déjà vu hit me, and for a second, it was like he was here, taking me on another adventure.

  “Okay, I’m popping up,” Astrid said. “Grab my legs and hold on.”

  “Wait…”

  But she was already moving. The car charged down the backroad, barreling and bouncing over the uneven terrain, and I reached out, wrapping my arms around her jean-clad legs as she sat up on the door through the open window.

  Howling filled the chilly, night air, and the weight of her body pulled at me as it hung over the side of the car. I fumbled with my hands, unsure if I had a good enough hold of her.

  She was going to fall. I couldn’t keep hold. What the hell was she doing?

  Whatever it was, she seemed to be loving it, though. She laughed and screamed, and Miles just went faster.

  He jerked the steering wheel, and I felt Astrid’s body get thrown a little with it. I tightened my hold so hard, my muscles ached.

  “Damn, baby,” Miles said, and I hoped he was talking to her.

  It lasted for about another minute, and then Astrid slid back in through the window, cackling and filled with excitement as she rolled her window back up.

  “That was hot, babe,” she told him.

  The car slowed down, and I slid back over to the middle, wiping at the sweat on the back of my neck.

  “You should do it,” she said, knocking me in the arm.

  “I’m fine.” I laughed a little.

  Not that I wouldn’t try it ever, but I’d want to be with people I trusted. I didn’t know these two well enough.

  The engine started to grow quiet as the car slowed down more, and I rubbed my hands down my thighs, drying my sweaty palms.

  Can we please get out of here now?

  But instead of driving farther or turning the car around to head to my house, Miles veered to the side, taking the car into some grass, and crawled to a stop.

  Why were we stopping?

  He left the car idling, put it in Park, and everyone sat there for a moment, the music droning on a low volume. I swallowed through the dryness in my throat.

  He wasn’t explaining why he’d stopped, and she didn’t ask. As if they already had a plan and knew what was about to happen.

  Astrid turned toward me on my right, her voice low. “You’re really pretty,” she said.

  Something about her tone was…intimate. My mouth was so dry.

  “Thank you,” I replied, but it came out as a whisper.

  I could feel his eyes on me, too.

  “We see you around school,” she said. “You seem scared to live it up sometimes. As if you don’t belong.”

  I fisted the hem of my skirt. “It’s complicated,” I told her.

  I just wanted to go home.

  “We like to have fun,” Miles chimed in. “We live it up.”

  And then Astrid’s whisper brushed my ear, “And we want to take you with us.”

  I lost my breath and jerked away.

  But she didn’t stop. “We’ll show you so much fun,” she taunted. And then she flicked my ear with her tongue and trailed her fingers up the inside of my thigh.

  Oh, God.

  I slapped her away, gritting out, “Get away from me!”

  “You’ll like us,” Miles told me in a hard voice as he gripped the back of my neck and forced me to face him. “Once you try us.”

  “No!” And I slapped at him, hitting him right in the face.

  Asshole.

  He jostled me, angry. “You little b—”

  But he stopped, something seeming to catch his attention.

  “Did you hear that?” he asked.

  “What?” Astrid inquired.

  I tried to push away from him, thankful he was distracted by something. I hoped
it was a cop or people or anyone I could get out of this car and run to.

  And then I heard it, too. Howls.

  Yelps and barks. Hoots and yells.

  “What is that?” Miles said more to himself.

  Did we have wolves in our area? I didn’t think so, but I would rather take my chances with wild animals than these two.

  The sounds disappeared, and Miles and Astrid barely breathed as they remained completely still and listened for a few more moments.

  The branches of the trees whined in the wind above us, and I thought I heard leaves shuffling around the car, but I couldn’t be certain with the music still on.

  “There’s something out there,” Astrid muttered.

  And I remembered how they thought they were being followed earlier.

  I felt Miles move next to me. “I don’t—”

  But something heavy hit the windshield, and he cut off, Astrid gasping next to me.

  “What the…?” he barked.

  The same force hit Astrid’s side, too, suddenly, then the rear window and Miles’ side, as well.

  “Is that…paint?” Astrid asked. “Someone’s splattering paint on the windows.”

  “Son of a bitch!” he growled.

  Releasing me, he opened the door, but there was a pounding sound coming from the outside, and he howled with pain, falling over on me.

  Did someone just try to shut the door on him?

  I didn’t know what was happening, but I felt the car shake under me and vibrations come from the rear area, like someone was back there doing something.

  “The windows are covered in black paint!” Astrid exclaimed. “Someone’s out there. Just drive!”

  My mind raced, debating on whether to try to get out or if the danger was greater out there. Before I had a chance to make a decision, though, Miles shifted into gear and put his foot on the gas.

  But we didn’t move. He gave it more gas, revving the engine, but the car simply turned its wheels, squeaking underneath us as they spun, but didn’t take us anywhere.

  “Do you smell gas?” Astrid asked.

  I inhaled, feeling a burn hit the back of my throat.

  “Oh, shit,” Miles suddenly said.

  What? Dammit, what was going on?

  “Look,” he told Astrid.

  “They wouldn’t,” she replied, breathless.