The Zoya Chronicles Boxed Set

by Kate Sander

  "Dr. Charlotte Penner did not make it out of the compound," Carter said stiffly. "She was killed in action during her escape."

  Chris squeezed Shelly's hand, eyes glistening with tears. "I'm so sorry, Carter. Is there anything we can do? She sacrificed herself for our son. Does she have any family we can donate money to?"

  Carter shook his head. He must walk a fine line here and divulge enough information to stop Chris from asking questions. "Charlie had a wife," Carter said tersely. "She is being cared for."

  "Well, we have to meet her."

  "Chris," Shelly said. "It's okay. They knew the risks. I'm assuming that if we contact her it would be damaging." She held Carter's eye.

  "Yes, yes it would be. Thank you for understanding."

  "How many people died?" Chris asked, finally starting to read Carter's body language. "Dr. Penner was a prisoner with Isaac, that much we've been able to get out of him. Did you have others that went in to the compound?”

  "The agent who was involved, as well as her canine partner, both were killed in action during the rescue," Carter said stiffly. Chris and Shelly both gasped and Chris started crying. "She was my partner and greatest friend. She knew the risks of her job and she chose to go in. Not only did she save Isaac, she saved eleven other children. Something she would gladly give her life for."

  Shelly rose and left the kitchen, leaving Chris to sob silently and Carter to look anywhere but his face. Shelly returned with a box of tissues. Chris grabbed one and blew his nose loudly.

  "I think you need to talk to Isaac's team before you tell him," Carter said. "Survivor's guilt is a very real and very dangerous situation." He took a final swig of his coffee and went to rise.

  "Tell him," Shelly burst. She couldn't keep the secret. Not anymore. Not after all this. "Tell him, Carter. I can't."

  Carter nodded. "Isaac is my son, too, Chris."

  Chris' mouth hung open, "You told me you didn't know who the father was?" Chris stammered to Shelly. "You said you were already pregnant."

  "She was," Carter said. "I didn't know. She never told me. It was a one-time thing at a party."

  Chris nodded slowly.

  "He's still your son, Chris." Carter said. "I would love to be a part of his life. I have always wanted children, and missing out on his life is..." he stared pointedly at Shelly, "very hard for me. Of course, it's up to your family. There's a lot you need to discuss."

  Carter quickly and efficiently retreated from the kitchen and made it outside and all the way to his car. He was unlocking the car doors when the attack came.

  "I wanted to tell you," Shelly shouted from the door. "I asked you for coffee. You blew me off and I never heard from you again."

  "DON'T YOU DARE PIN THIS ON ME!" Carter shouted. The anger, the loss, the hurt, the heartache. He couldn't take it anymore. "You asked me to coffee. You didn't say why. You just let me play football without knowing I had a son!"

  "I DROPPED OUT OF SCHOOL!" Shelly's turn to yell. Chris scrambled out on to the porch. "Stay inside," she commanded him. "I was twenty years old. I dropped out of school. Chris provided for me and raised your son like his own. I gave up everything to raise him. You just got to live your life like nothing happened."

  Carter swung the car door open, banging it against the curb leaving a sizeable dent. "You took the choice away from me."

  He slammed his keys into the ignition and tore away from the curb, leaving Shelly to weep in Chris' arms.

  No one saw the fifteen year old standing at the end of the street. Isaac, whose eyes looked exactly like his biological father’s, watched as Carter left his mother screaming on the doorstep.

  The sight wrenched his heart, and, remembering Dr. Penner’s lessons, he vowed revenge.

  3

  Senka

  Senka sat near the small fire, spinning her ring. It was gold, shaped like a lion, with a ruby for its eye. As soon as she'd touched the ring after cutting open the monster's stomach her memories had returned in a painful flood.

  "Should've just left it there," she muttered. Kai purred his disagreement. "How's the shoulder?" The panther licked his paw, ignoring her. "Great."

  A painful bite in her neck. "Fucking mosquitoes," she said, smacking it with her hand. "You'd think that, seeing as I'm in an entirely different world, they wouldn't have mosquitoes."

  Kai stretched, massive claws scraping the ground. Rising slowly, he gave her a meaningful look and hopped into the nearest tree. He moved silently and gracefully. It reminded her of Tomo, her old partner in the ZTF.

  "I know you're pissy, but get over it," she snapped. "The old man set me up to die. Of course I had to kill him."

  Silence. His long black tail whipped the air in front of her face indignantly.

  "Good, ignore me. Whatever."

  A small snap of branches before one dropped painfully on her head.

  "Asshole!" she said, jumping to her feet.

  A light growl was the response from above.

  "Sure, laugh at me." She sat back down. "Good thing you're cute," she said to the trees. "You sure your shoulder is okay? Not infected?"

  Silence reached her.

  Shaking her head, she returned her focus inward. The fire jumped and flickered, illuminating her face, giving it an eerie glow as she rested comfortably against a tree trunk.

  Why was she back here?

  "You took the pills and listened to a ghost," she muttered to herself. "This is what you get instead of just dying like you were supposed to."

  Kai growled from the tree branch above her.

  "I don't care if there are things I need to do," she snapped. "I want to die. Why doesn't anyone get that?"

  A softer purr in response.

  "You don't know the things I've seen and done. I shouldn't have killed that guy, Kai."

  Her ring, given to her by Jules, her first love, dropped from her hands. It landed silently on the ground in between her feet, the gold flickering in the firelight. She could just leave it there, start over. Slowly let the memories drift away and discover a new life, a new name, in this world. She hadn't always been Senka. She had started her life as Elizabeth Ballantyne in The Pas, Manitoba, Canada. The second child, she had an older brother and three younger brothers. Life had been boring. Then came the car accident and the coma, when she'd woken up in this world with special powers and no memories. A Zoya. Her master, Appolyon, had taught her how to fight. She'd joined with the Melanthios tribe and her crew, Jules, Tory, Ujarak and Eli, to bring down a dictator. After she died trying to return Sol, the heir to the throne of Solias, to his rightful throne, she'd woken again in her own world. Then came the Zoya Task Force, an undercover organization run by the Canadian Military. They recruited and trained Zoya to carry out missions for the good of the Queen and the Canadian government, using their special powers and utmost secrecy to circumvent the United Nations. Senka and her partner Tomo had excelled. With Carter in their ears, they were unstoppable. This was, of course, until Tomo was kidnapped. They were told she was dead and Carter and Senka had moved on. Senka had eventually found her again, after she'd designed a pill for Dr. Freudman to send people to The Other Place as Zoya. Usually it took a coma to get here, but not anymore. The doctor was working for an organization called the Ampulex. Senka wasn't sure what that organization was, but knew Dr. Freudman was a Zoya with seemingly unlimited resources.

  The world's balance was shifting. Senka had no idea where she was in The Other Place. Other Zoya's files were classified, she had no idea about anyone else's story, other than Tomo's. And this place didn't sound like anything Tomo had ever told her about.

  "Maybe if I didn't remember any of this shit I would go back to doing the right thing."

  Kai dropped down from the branch and nuzzled her hand. She dug it into his fur, like she used to do with Leo. Before Leo died to save her back in that compound in Germany.

  The anger was immediate and white hot. She had to remember. Revenge was more important than moping around. T
hat asshole, Freudman, had killed her dog Leo and her best friend Tomo. Tomo, or Dr. Charlotte Penner, with her long red hair and fiery personality, should be in this world. Senka had expected to see her when she woke after she'd taken the pills. Instead, she'd encountered a monster.

  The sky was dark, though no light from the stars drifted through to the forest floor. The fire crackled merrily, even as her stomach roiled with anger.

  "There are a whole bunch of mysteries, Kai. I don't really know where to start."

  Kai purred and settled his massive head into her lap. Her eyes were heavy.

  "But I just kill things, I don't solve mysteries."

  She yawned and settled into sleep, the warmth of the fire and her panther making it easy.

  The beautiful bliss of black overtook her. There were no nightmares in this world. It must be the lack of pollution and cars...

  BEEP!

  Senka and Kai fired awake and to their feet.

  "What the hell was that?"

  Kai's hackles were raised and he growled into the trees.

  BEEP!

  "That sounded like a car?"

  Utterly confused, Senka looked around.

  "Kai, you hear it, right? This isn't just in my head?"

  A menacing purr gave her the answer.

  BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

  Vehicle horns disrupted the immense dark of the jungle along with the sounds of a group of people shouting. A flock of birds took off in the distance in a collective shriek.

  "Go right, stay in the trees," Senka mumbled.

  Kai leapt up the trunk and into the trees.

  Sword gripped in her hand, Senka crept through the trees and the vines.

  BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

  "QUALE A SUA?"

  The shout in Portuguese reached her ears. Senka was rusty, but still remembered some slang from a mission there. "What is your problem?"

  A loud WHIRRRR reached her. It was an emergency siren, much like what they used to use in air raids in the war. It had been installed in most coastal cities in the last few years due to the increase in natural disasters.

  But that was in her world, not in this one.

  She crept through a mass of vines. A heavy fog overtook the trees. Senka could barely see anything in front of her. Essentially blind, she moved slowly, certain to watch her footing on every step. The air changed, becoming dense and heavy. The smell of the ocean reached her nose. Even her movements seemed slow, lethargic. A large mound emerged in the dark. Senka wished she had her guns, or at least her bow, instead of this awkward, stolen sword. Creeping, with really no other option considering how heavy the fog was, the mound started to take shape. It was a car. An old Toyota Corolla emerged in the darkness. The lights blinked on, blinding her. She took another step forward and the fog cleared.

  She was standing on pavement on the top of a hill that gradually meandered down to the ocean. Lights of a coastal city greeted her. There was wall to wall traffic trying to get up the hill. A man ran past her, slowly, methodically.

  "What's going on?" she asked him. She tried to reach for him but her arms were too heavy. He completely ignored her anyway, and slowly ran past her. Senka tried to move to grab another man but her feet were stuck in place.

  The world seemed to be turning in slow motion. The people were moving slowly. Sound was heavy and damp, like it was struggling to reach her ears.

  The sound of the emergency horn reached her again, slowly ramping up. Car horns sounded. A massive crash overtook all sound. People started leaving their cars and running up the hill, panic stricken and frantic.

  A wall of water rushed towards them.

  Screams echoed around her.

  "Come this way!" she screamed as the people ran past. They didn't see or hear her. She was a ghost here, doomed to watch and do nothing.

  A small cry reached her ears. A toddler, maybe three years old, was standing in the middle of the road. Snot ran down her nose, big tears reached her chin. Men and women ran by, fear overtaking human decency.

  "Momma!" the little girl cried, clutching a teddy to her chest.

  "No!" Senka fought with all her might to free her legs and get to the little girl.

  "Momma! Momma!"

  The wall of water closed in. Buildings smashed into a million pieces, concrete and metal flew in the air. Cars were propelled in front of the thirty foot high crashing wave.

  "Momma!" the little girl yelled, sobbing. Screams could be heard from the people farther down the road as they were violently swallowed, their last sounds on this earth muffled by the crash of the water.

  "NO!" Senka tried to free her feet with all her might. It was no use, she was stuck.

  "Momma!"

  The little girl was swallowed by the torrent of water.

  Senka closed her eyes, ready for death. Welcoming it in the cacophony of sound.

  Kai bounded through the fog, grabbed her shirt in his massive jaws, and pulled her backwards. Water chased them as Senka allowed herself to be dragged back through the fog, back to The Other Place. Water pooled around their feet as it followed them into the jungle with a trickle. Once back through the fog and into the jungle, Kai dropped her from his jaws onto the damp ground.

  The sun rose in the east.

  As quickly as the fog appeared, it was gone. Jungle stretched out in front of her.

  "WHAT DID YOU DO?" she screamed at Kai. He slunk past her, giving her a knowing stare. She went to punch him on his hind quarter, but he was too quick for her.

  "Leave," she snapped to the panther as he walked into the jungle. "I never want to see you again."

  Kai slunk away into the dawn.

  "I could have saved her!"

  A wet, slapping sound distracted her. On the jungle floor, a few feet away, a four foot long bull shark flopped around. It's gills worked hard in the air, trying desperately to breathe. A few moments later the tail stopped moving and the body stopped writhing in pain. The shark died in the wrong world, on the ground of an unfamiliar jungle.

  "I COULD HAVE SAVED HER!" she yelled at Kai desperately.

  Silence answered.

  No wind. No birds.

  Kai was gone.

  Only the screams of the dead echoed in her ears.

  4

  Black Eyes

  Black Eyes leaned against a tree, spinning a dagger in her hand, waiting for an opening to make her move. Thunder clapped overhead, the boom so loud it hurt her ears. Dark skies above broke open and rain started pounding the ground.

  You couldn't expect anything else at a funeral.

  There was a small circle of people standing around two piles of dirt. Two graves for two different women. Heads bowed, only a few opened umbrellas to try to shelter themselves from the downpour.

  "Elizabeth was my best friend," her target said loudly, trying to carry his voice over the thundering rain. He was large and black, like Black Eyes herself, like all Melanthios. Except this man kept his hair cut short and his shoulders were slumped. This world was... crazy. There were no tribes and everyone lived in giant steel buildings with fake everything surrounding them. Everything was so different, and Black Eyes hated it. "I only knew her for a few years, but my life will forever be changed for the better," her target continued.

  Black Eyes studied the man she'd been sent to see. He was large, with dark skin and broad shoulders. He would fit right in her world as a Melanthios warrior. His name was Carter, and he had known the woman Senka in this world. This was her funeral, but for some reason they were calling her Elizabeth. Black Eyes shook her head. There were so many names, and she cared little about knowing them all.

  A horn blared in the distance. Black Eyes didn't startle this time. It had taken her a while to get used to, these things called cars. Life here, in this concrete world, was a prison. People bustled through their day, heads down, looking at small, brightly lit rocks in their hands. No one made eye contact. Black Eyes couldn't wait to get back to her own world. The people of this world seemed lonely.<
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  Still, she was separate from humanity.

  Even now, she was separate from the elements. Rain soaked the grieving people around the grave. She remained dry, spinning her dagger, watching the show.

  The eulogy ended and the crowd dispersed. Most of the crowd anyway.

  She knew what lonely was... after all, she was dead.

  It would be nice to have other dead people to talk to, but she was the only one she knew. She'd spent years attached only to Tory, not able to make contact with anyone else. Only in the last few weeks, as Tory grew in power, had she been able to make contact with other people.

  "That was evasive," a skinny man with red-rimmed eyes and a gaunt face said to Carter.

  "James..." a woman begged desperately, grasping his arm.

  "No, mom," James said as he shook her off and put his finger squarely in Carter's chest. Black Eyes raised her eyebrows. If anyone tried doing that to her she would slice off their finger where they stood. Carter simply stared at the raging man. Another difference between worlds. "I want to know why we're burying Elizabeth in Toronto. I want to know why she's being buried with a woman named Dr. Charlotte Penner. I want to know why the Canadian Government paid for the funeral. AND I WANT TO KNOW WHO THIS ASSHOLE IS!" spittle flew as he yelled.

  "James, calm down," his mother said. "Elizabeth wanted it this way. She told me herself."

  "Your sister is a hero of this nation," Carter said, democratically, emotionless. "As was the woman she was buried with. Thus the government is paying for the funeral."

  James punched him in the face. Any trained fighter could see it coming from a mile away, but Carter stood there and took the hit.

  "James!" his mother said harshly. "Go wait with your brothers."

  Carter took the pocket square out of his suit and dabbed at the drop of blood leaking from his nose.

  Tears, mixing with rain, poured down James' face, as he turned and strode away.

  "Sorry about him," the woman said. "Elizabeth told me that I should expect something like this. I never passed on the message."