by K.N. Lee
“You need to talk. But I’m not in the mood for listening, okay? I hate this place.” She scrubbed her hand in the air, tiny sparks shooting from her fingers, wishing she could cleanse this entire landscape. She balled her hand into a fist, shutting off the light show. “Hate it. So, let’s get this over with and then if you feel the need for true confessions, we can deal with it. But not now.”
Livia huffed out a sigh and resumed her stony stare out the window.
Egan softened. “I’m sorry, Liv. It’s just that…”
A rabbit darted across the road.
“Egan!” Livia yelped.
Egan slammed on the brakes to avoid making rabbit road steaks. “Shit!”
“I thought you’d hit the little guy. Are you okay?”
“I think so.” Egan pressed on the gas pedal. “Sorry I snapped at you.”
“It’s okay.” Livia gave Egan a slight smile. “You’re right. Let’s talk later.”
Livia looked so relieved Egan wondered if later would ever come. Maybe I should have let her talk. But do I really want to know what she needs to tell me? She shuddered at the thought of Lt. Danvers and her friend doing whatever they were doing.
At the prison, she and Livia were shown through dark corridors that smelled of piss and mold. They wandered past locked, barred cells.
Prisoner’s clutched the bars. They waggled their tongues at Egan and Livia. Made catcalls. And gave Egan the chills.
Egan imagined them being led through the intestines of the building to the place where shit was stored. When they got to the private room where they were told to wait for Renner, she cringed, figuring she was right.
The walls of the room seemed to close in on her as she and Livia sat at the small metal table bolted to the floor. Deep grooved scratches had been carved into the concrete walls, by God only knew what or who. Splatters of dark red decorated one wall—evidence of brutality being used to extract a confession. When the jangle of keys outside the door met their ears, both she and Livia jumped.
“Hey, ladies,” Renner said, dressed in an orange jumpsuit, his hands cuffed and his legs shackled. “You’re too late for tea but right on time for bourbon. Did you bring me some?”
“Shut up and sit down, Renner,” the hollow faced guard said.
He led Renner into the room and shoved him into the seat opposite Livia and Egan. Grabbing Renner’s hands, he locked them onto a metal ring secured to the table.
They both shrank back, giving nervous glances to one another.
“I’ll be right outside. Give a holler when you’re done.” The guard headed toward the door.
Egan hoped they only needed to holler and not scream for help.
Renner leered at them, his wide grin revealing a few missing teeth.
Egan’s forehead furrowed in disgust.
“What? You don’t like the dental work some goon did for me?” Renner’s face darkened.
“It’s fine,” Livia said, her cheeks pale. “We have questions.”
“And you think I’m going to answer them,” he said, attempting to sit back in a casual manner. His cuffed hands remained locked to the table. An angry scowl formed on his face. “Fuck. Are you going to get me out of this place?”
“Not our job,” Livia said. She tossed her head causing her purple strands of hair to fall behind her shoulders.
“Well, it’s not my job to answer your fucking questions. Not without a lawyer present. Guard!” he called. “We’re done.”
“Oh, but we’ve barely begun, Mr. Müntz. Livia?” Egan gave a cat-like smile in Livia’s direction, mentally giving her the go ahead to do what she did best—extract the truth from his mind.
“Yes, Egan?” Livia smiled sweetly. “Would you like me to bypass the questions and get this jerk to spill his secrets?”
“That would be lovely,” Egan said, folding her hands in front of her on the cold metal surface.
Livia smiled at Renner.
He glared back.
The guard opened the door. He looked at Egan.
“One sec.” She held up a finger.
He disappeared, closing the door behind him.
Livia relaxed. She closed her eyes and rested her hands, palm up on the table.
Renner continued to glare.
Livia repositioned herself, inhaled a deep breath, and tried again. A slight frown appeared on her face. She gave a subtle shake of her head. My powers—they’re not working on him.
Egan’s eyebrows stitched together.
Renner laughed. “You two think you’re all that and then some, don’t you? Your silly mind tricks aren’t going to work this time. People learn from their mistakes. And I’m a quick learner. I’ve got friends in here who showed me a whole lot of tricks last night.”
“You haven’t learned all that much,” Livia said, the pads of her fingers pressed hard into the table top. “You’re still here. Held without bail, we hear. That makes you at least twelve eggs short of a dozen.”
The scowl returned, and his hands balled into fists.
Egan tensed, hoping he couldn’t snap the metal holding him.
He narrowed his eyes at Livia.
She held his gaze.
Then, his face seemed to melt into something softer. “Don’t count your chickens, sexy. I’ll be out of here before you can get your mental powers back. Then, we can fuck. I know you want to.”
“You fucking asshole,” Egan said, rising from her seat. “You don’t talk to my friend that way.”
She slammed her hand on top of his bony wrist. The metal binding him turned molten hot.
He screamed, yanking at his locked arms. “Let me go, bitch! Stop the fireworks.”
Egan only turned up the volume on the heat, forcing it through her arms.
Flames danced up his forearms, singeing the hair.
The room began to stink with burning flesh.
His face grew ashen as sweat poured from his forehead.
“Let me go, let me go,” he bellowed.
“Not until we get some answers,” Egan said, leaning into him, cranking up the heat even more.
He struggled and tugged to wrench his arms free. “Okay, okay, okay, okay! Make it stop. Stop. Please.”
Egan drew back her hand and shook it, willing the heat to stop pouring through her veins. “You’re a whiny little bitch, you know that? You come in here and talk all tough.”
“Yes, you’re nothing but a big fat baby. Maybe his mommy told him he was a bigshot and he believed her,” Livia added, glancing at Egan. “Before she took his toys away.” She turned back to the prisoner. “Like I said before: You’re in here. We’re going to walk away. So, give us some answers so we can recommend you for an achievement badge. What happened to Jason Chambers?”
Renner looked to the left. He looked to the right. Finally, he faced Livia, his eyes all shifty and strange. “I can only tell you one thing. I don’t know much. His death won’t be in vain.”
“What the hell does that mean?” Egan said, frowning.
“What I said.” He shrugged.
The loud blare of an alarm exploded through the air. Egan and Livia pressed their hands against their ears.
Renner cackled.
“That’s my cue,” he shouted, looking victorious.
The lights went out, plunging them into darkness.
Egan shrieked.
Livia said, “Egan, are you okay?”
A second later, the lights returned. Renner no longer sat across from them. His metal handcuffs and ankle shackles lay in jagged pieces, as if torn apart.
“What the…?” Livia said. She looked visibly shaken.
“Whatever the fuck happened, we need answers,” Egan said. “Let’s go.”
The leaped to their feet and raced toward the door, eager to get out of the hell of Oblivion. But even more worrisome—where did Renner go?
Livia
Livia wrung her hands as they left the empty room of the prison. Darkness clung to every crevice, w
arning them that not all was what it seemed.
“I don’t like this,” Livia said, rubbing her hands together as a bitter chill seeped into her bones.
“Me neither,” Egan said.
“Something is not right.”
Livia tensed as the sounds of yelling and gunshots echoed throughout the halls.
“What do you want to bet that this has something to do with Jason Chambers?”
“I don’t have much,” Livia murmured. “But, I’d bet it all.”
With a nod, Egan glanced at her. “Me too.”
“How do you think Renner got out of his cuffs?”
“Hell, if I know.”
“Come and get me, ladies,” Renner’s voice teased from down the hallway.
They froze. His voice had come from toward the center of the prison.
“Shit,” Egan said, and took off down the hall toward the cells. “We have to catch him.”
“Wait!” Livia raced to catch up with Egan. Always running toward trouble. That was Egan’s way. Livia wanted to assess the situation, maybe use her mental abilities to figure out what lay ahead for them both.
Whatever lay ahead, she wasn’t sure either of them were ready.
Their feet pounded the stone floor as they jogged down the empty corridor. It led in an open area that stretched out into several hallways leading into different directions. The ceiling seemed to be especially low, and despite the space around them, Livia felt closed in.
Egan scratched her head.
“Damn,” she whispered. “All of the cells are open.”
“And all of the prisoners are gone.” Livia’s eyes scanned each hallway, searching for Renner. She swallowed and took a step closer to Egan.
“Where is everyone?”
A bone-chilling scream erupted from above. Egan and Livia lifted their gazes to the ceiling.
“Up there. Let’s go,” Egan said. She pointed toward some stairs at the end of the hallway. “You head up those stairs.” She wheeled around and indicated the opposite end of the hallway. “I’ll take those stairs.”
“No. It sounds dangerous.” Livia grabbed Egan’s arm and stepped backward.
“It could be Renner. We have to catch him.” Egan pried Livia’s fingers free.
The lights flickered again.
Egan met her gaze.
Livia shuddered. “There is an enhanced being here. A strange supernatural. I don’t recognize the energy.”
“I know,” Egan whispered. “I can feel it, too.” She took off at a sprint.
With that, Livia nodded and ran for the metal staircase. She held onto the railing as she skipped two steps at a time. Why she was running toward what she could feel to be extremely dangerous, she was unsure. Perhaps it was her desire to get there as quickly as possible to protect Egan. Egan was always getting herself in danger, leaping before looking. Her thoughts were unclear as images of death and agony filled her head, nearly doubling her over with disgust.
“Can’t catch me,” Renner shouted from above her.
Livia gasped and froze in her spot in the middle of the staircase.
He chuckled and turned to run.
“Damnit,” Livia said, and continued her ascent up the stairs.
Once she reached the top, she paused to peer into the dimly lit hallway. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled as she faced two lines of prisoners who just stood there, as if in a daze, looking ahead.
“What the hell?”
It was as if they were frozen. They weren’t though. One of the biggest men, at least six-foot seven inches with arms the size of hams, turned to look at her and lifted his finger to his rubbery lips.
“Shhh,” he whispered, his dark eyes locking with hers. The sheer terror in his gaze made Livia want to turn and run home. “She will hear you.”
She? Who is he talking about? She swallowed and scanned the hallway for Egan. She was nowhere to be seen, though Livia could feel her presence. That alone moved Livia’s feet as she shrugged off her fear and ran through the open space between the prisoners. They moved out of her way. There wasn’t a shred of opposition, as if they wanted her to rid their home of whatever pest stalked their halls.
Egan, she thought, sensing that something was horribly wrong. I’m coming.
When she reached the end of the hallway, she skidded to a stop.
Livia covered her mouth with her hand as her eyes lifted to a blonde woman, hovering in the air.
Egan's footsteps hammered toward her. She came to a halt next to Livia. Quickly unsheathing her gun, she aimed it at the blonde. “Livia. We’ve got the bitch who killed Jason.”
Egan
The voluptuous short-haired blonde, dressed in skin tight pants and a form fitting top, writhed like a snake as she hovered in the air before Egan. She had thigh-high boots that ended in stiletto heels, giving her the appearance of a Midtown hooker.
“This should be fun,” she said, in a deep, husky voice.
Her lithe form snapped and crackled, infused with some sort of electrical charge that no human could endure.
Behind Egan, the prison staff murmured, practically lowing like cows in a field. Idiots. She kept a firm two-handed grip on her Glock, trained at the blonde’s chest.
“Get down on the ground,” she shouted. “Get down and put your hands behind your back.”
The woman threw back her head and let out a loud, cackling laugh. “Oh, you’re precious. Right, officer. I’m going to drop from the air and get down on the ground with my hands behind my back. What will you do to me if I don’t?”
“I’ll shoot, that’s what.” Egan’s hands stayed steady.
“With that little thing?” the woman said. She flicked her long, black-painted nails and the gun dissipated with a soft pop.
Egan jerked, staring at her now empty hands.
“Oh, no, you did not,” she said willing her dark power to rip.
She pointed her hands at the blonde, letting a stream of fire shoot from her fingertips.
The flames surrounded the woman, and her mouth fell open in a large O-shape. Her eyes widened.
Gotcha! Egan kept the stream of fire flowing, and stepped toward the blonde.
“You’re so dead, bitch,” she snarled.
The woman smiled and evaporated with a crisp pop.
“What the…?” Egan whirled in a circle. She drew back her fire power. Spying Livia, she said, “What the hell is she?”
“I don’t know but…” Livia shrieked. “Watch your back!”
Egan spun around.
The blonde shimmered into view, her hands clasped, her arms arced like she held a bat in her grip. She swung hard, clocking Egan in the face.
Recovering, Egan let out a roar, put down her head, and charged.
The blonde faded from sight at the last minute. Egan slammed her shoulder into the brick wall of the prison hallway. “Shit!” Her shoulder throbbed with sharp, stinging pain.
“Egan!” Livia called. “Are you okay?”
“Not in the least,” Egan said, holding her shoulder. “But I’m more pissed than anything. Where did the bitch go?” She looked in all directions. The only signs of life she could see were the staff, huddled together at the end of the hall, and Livia. “This is spooky. What the hell is she?” she said again. “And doesn’t she look just like that socialite…?” She snapped her fingers. “Alicia Saunders! That’s the one!”
“Oh, my God, do you think so?” Livia looked pale. “How did she get so…? Behind you!”
Egan whipped around in time to be pounded in the jaw by Alicia’s fist. She stumbled back then lunged, grabbing for her hair.
Again, Alicia faded from sight. She let out a disembodied laugh.
Egan assumed a low crouch, hands curled. Keeping her back to the wall, she waited. Her breath chuffed in her lungs.
“You see anything, Liv?” she whispered.
“Not yet,” Livia whispered back.
When Alicia shimmered into view this time, Egan lan
ded a hard kick to her abdomen.
Alicia crumpled in half, with a loud grunt.
“You like that? Payback sucks, doesn’t it?”
Alicia unfolded, her face dark with lines.
Egan assumed a defensive stance, ready for whatever came next.
Alicia kicked.
Egan’s power flowed through her arm as she caught Alicia’s ankle and jerked up.
Her blonde locks ablaze, she fell back with a scream.
Egan directed her dark fire power through both hands and took aim. Right as the flames touched Alicia’s skin she popped out of view.
“Damnit!” Egan willed the fire power to retreat.
A hard blow, probably from the invisible woman’s booted foot, struck Egan’s cheek.
Egan stumbled backward. Righting herself, she assumed her crouched stance.
Two strong hands wrapped around her neck and lifted her in the air. Egan kicked and screamed, trying to pry the invisible fingers from her neck.
“Help…me…Liv…” she managed to squeak out.
Livia rushed to her side, her arms flailing. “I can’t find her. I’m trying.”
“Grab…my…leg,” she bit out.
“I’m trying,” Livia said, hopping up and down.
“Can’t…breathe…” Egan gasped. Stars danced in front of her eyes. She kept kicking, trying to connect with the bitch.
Alicia became visible again, floating in front of her, leering at Egan. She raised her arms, lifting Egan even higher. “Told you this would be fun. I’m having the time of my life. Ready to be dead? Three…”
“Egan!” Livia screamed. She jumped in the air, trying to reach Egan’s ankle.
“Two…” Alicia laughed hysterically.
Egan poured every ounce of strength into her muscles. But without breath, what could she do? Her vision blurred. She grew faint. Her legs hung limp. She dangled from the woman’s grip, silently saying her good-byes to Livia. She stared at her best friend, willing Livia to feel how much she meant to her.
“Egan, no!” Livia dropped to her knees, and let out a sob.
“And one…” Grinding her teeth together, Alicia squeezed harder, her fingers like a vice-grip. Then, a look of surprise washed across her face. “What the…?”