Ravage

by Jeff Sampson

  Contents

  Memo

  1. Maybe There’s a Sewer Entrance

  2. You Knew

  3. I’m Persistent. Sue Me.

  4. How Do You Just Shut Yourself Off?

  5. I Do Remember You

  6. Oh My God, You Two Are a Thing

  7. You Sound Crazy

  8. You Think You Know a Lot, Emily

  9. Envisioning the Brightest Stars, to Lead Our Way

  10. I Figured It Out

  11. Just Two Little Girls and a Short Kid

  12. Backup

  13. Did They Find Us?

  14. We Just Want to Help

  15. The Manic Glee

  16. It’s a Big Day for Us

  17. It’s Time to Move On

  18. What Did You Do?

  19. You Want Me to Drive Toward the Gunshots?

  20. Fight This, Emily

  21. It’s Not the Future, Is It?

  22. Recess

  23. You In?

  24. I’m Tired of Being Trapped Here

  25. My Name Is Emily Webb. I Am Sixteen Years Old.

  26. Let’s Move

  27. All Good Superhero Teams Have a Name

  28. I Guess Our Reputation Precedes Us

  29. Rebel

  30. Go in Peace, Child

  31. Boom

  32. It’s Who I Chose to Be

  Back Ad

  About the Author

  Other Books by Jeff Sampson

  Credits

  Copyright

  About the Publisher

  Memo

  1

  MAYBE THERE’S A SEWER ENTRANCE

  It was well after business hours, but BioZenith was alive with activity.

  Behind the tall barbed-wire fence, the two-building facility was lit up with floodlights. Sleek black vans filled the parking lot, like giant beetles surrounded by patrolling ants that were security personnel. Not just in the parking lot, either—I could see guys clad in mercenary uniforms on the roof and behind the office windows. A few strolled through the second-story walkway connecting the two buildings. All carried automatic rifles.

  And to think, all this because of geeky old me.

  For a supposed bioengineering firm dedicated to developing new and better crops, they certainly seemed to have found a reserve of cash to up their protection. But what else would you do after being raided multiple times by a team of werewolf-slash-superhuman hybrids you’d secretly created sixteen years earlier?

  “So it doesn’t look like we’ll be getting in there easily anytime soon,” Spencer said beside me.

  I glanced over at him and grinned. “You getting that idea too, huh?”

  The two of us crouched behind a concrete sign at the building across the street from BioZenith, dressed in our now standard nighttime uniforms: black sweatshirts, sweats, and easily kicked off sneakers. It was still early evening, around seven, but it was already dark outside. The fall air was cold and crisp, and leaves pooled around our feet in slimy, wet piles. I hugged my arms around myself—I should have worn a jacket. But I didn’t want to risk ruining one if I needed to go all Wolftime Emily.

  It was Thursday night. Five days had passed since I had last confronted a lead BioZenith scientist, one of the men responsible for making Spencer and me—and two others, Dalton and Tracie—into werewolf-type…things. I’d watched as strange, shadowy beings dragged Dalton, that scientist’s son, through a portal into another dimension. I’d had to wrench my best friend, Megan, away from another shadow being who’d tried to enter her body. And I’d had to do it all while fighting against some incredibly bitchy telekinetic cheerleaders.

  Yeah, my life has rapidly become different from other people’s.

  Not four weeks ago I’d been a shy, geeky girl who spent her free time watching bad horror movies or joining groups online to chat about all my nerdy interests. This new life as a superpowered deviant came quickly and suddenly, a chaotic storm of events. Sometimes it was cool—I mean, the self-confidence, the new friends, and the enhanced senses are awesome. But with them came a lot of problems that made my life stressful and frightening, especially considering I’m hard-coded to be the leader of this pack, the alpha.

  For the past five days, I’d been plotting a way to try to get Dalton back. And that’s why I was across the street from BioZenith, with Spencer, trying to see how I was going to get back inside in light of the events of the previous weekend.

  A nudge in my side. “Hey,” Spencer whispered. “You there?”

  “Hmm?” I blinked, then looked away from the would-be fortress that was BioZenith and back at my partner in teenage crime. “Oh yeah. Sorry. Just got caught up in my thoughts.”

  “Can’t blame you.” Spencer sighed and waved a hand at the scene in front of us. “There’s no way we can get in there tonight. Is there? I mean, if this was a video game I’d go all stealth and choke everyone until they passed out. But I’m guessing these guys have better AI. And those guns are a lot more real.”

  I grunted a laugh. “No kidding. Maybe there’s a sewer entrance conveniently leading to an unguarded room inside.”

  Spencer chuckled. “There probably is. And it’s probably filled with giant mutant rats!”

  A heavy breeze rose up, and I shivered. Spencer’s big brown eyes narrowed in concern and he crouch-walked closer to me.

  “You’re cold,” he said. “Here.” Gingerly, he placed an arm around my shoulder. When I didn’t resist, he pulled me in close to his side.

  I let out a calming breath and closed my eyes, inhaling his familiar scent—that musk of his that my wolf brain told me made him my “mate.” A programmed pheromone put in place by our creators, though he didn’t know that. It had bothered me at first, the idea that I was preordained by our secretly scientist-parents—my formerly long-lost mother, and both his mom and dad—to be attracted to Spencer. For a while I was torn between being near him and letting his presence calm my frayed nerves, or being disgusted at myself for needing such a crutch to get through my day.

  But I’d spent enough time with Spencer to know now that I genuinely liked him. Not because someone told me to, but because he was smart and funny and adorably nerdy. I don’t know if I would have noticed him much if circumstances hadn’t brought us together—he was short and cute rather than big and manly hot, like the types of guys I used to think I was into. But all that mattered was that we were together now.

  Well, more or less. We hadn’t kissed or anything. Even having superpowers by night doesn’t mean that by day I’m not still learning how to handle all the usual teenage stuff.

  We sat there, for how long I didn’t know, silent as we listened to the rustling of the trees behind the industrial buildings and watched the guards patrol.

  Then: glaring bright lights, illuminating us as though it was the middle of the day. I pulled away from Spencer, adrenaline pumping, ready to fight or flee, whatever I needed to do.

  But the lights passed and I realized it was just the headlights of a car going down the street, past BioZenith and disappearing into the distance. No one had seen us. We were safe.

  “Yeah, okay,” I said, running my hands back through my hair. “Okay. I’m fine. But I don’t think we’re doing any good hanging outside here. Want to go home?”

  Spencer nodded at me. Making sure no one was looking in our direction, we made our way behind the building we were standing in front of until we reached the trees.

  Groaning, Spencer stood to his full height, then stretched his back. “Crouching for an hour is not comfortable.”

  “Not even a little bit,” I agreed as I cracked my neck.

  I was disappointed. Getting out of the house after spending so long being paranoid in my bedroom was a relief. But it felt worthless. I’d meant to get inside B
ioZenith and find some way to Dalton, but instead I’d accomplished nothing.

  “Hey, Em Dub,” Spencer said, facing me as he walked backward into the trees. “I’ve been practicing.”

  I raised my eyebrows. “Practicing?”

  “You know,” he said. “Going hybrid.”

  I nodded appreciatively. Well, if we weren’t invading BioZenith, at least we could have a training session.

  One more wrinkle to this whole tale that I didn’t mention above: Initially when this started, I’d go from my normal daytime self to a wild version of me I called “Nighttime Emily.” She was the one with the powers, the superstrength, the fearlessness. Each night I became her longer and longer until eventually she herself turned into “Werewolf Emily.”

  I hadn’t been in control of these shifts at first. But during the fight to save Megan and Dalton, I figured out once and for all how to reconcile the three parts of myself and access the powers I needed, when I needed them.

  I became full hybrid.

  In fact, accessing my new vision had become such second nature that I barely turned it off. I mostly only wore my glasses at home now, just to keep up appearances with my dad, stepmom, and stepsister.

  Anyway, I realized if I could go hybrid, Spencer and Tracie probably could, too. Tracie had completely ignored all my attempts at contact since she wanted nothing to do with this werewolf stuff. But I emailed her instructions anyway. Spencer, obviously, was much more into it.

  “All right, big shot.” I crossed my arms and looked Spencer up and down. “Show me. Go Nighttime.”

  With a knowing smile, Spencer rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, then stood straight. The change was subtle, but I knew where to look. His shoulders rolled back as his posture straightened. His eyes narrowed slightly, focusing. His exposed forearms became taut with muscle, forcing some of his veins to bulge.

  Looking him in the eye, I thought, Go Nighttime. And I was fully her.

  I leaped.

  Spencer was ready for me as I brought my fist toward his face. He blocked, then punched at my gut with his free hand. I leaped back, narrowly avoiding the blow.

  We stood four feet from each other, stances wide, circling. Leaves and twigs crunched beneath our feet as we wound easily past the trees.

  “Nice,” I said. “Can you do this?”

  In a flash my fingernails pulled free of my cuticles, growing into dark, sharp claws. Biting his lip, Spencer flexed his fingers. I could see his own nails darken, but they didn’t grow.

  With him distracted, I took the opening. I leaped forward and grabbed his ankles, then pulled his feet out from under him.

  “Whoa!” he cried, arms flailing as he fell flat on his back in the dirt.

  Throwing his legs back behind my waist, I slapped my hands on the ground on either side of his shoulder and put my face directly in front of his, towering over him, a wolf over her prey.

  “Gotcha,” I whispered.

  For a long moment we looked into each other’s eyes, our heavy breaths coming out in frozen clouds. His eyes were hungry; I knew mine must look like I wanted to ravage him. I was Nighttime Me, my inhibitions stripped away. I wanted to use my claws to shred his sweatshirt, tear off his sweatpants, and eat him alive—starting with his lips.

  In the back of my head, Daytime Emily thought, Whoa there. Too fast. Too fast!

  I let Nighttime recede, save for the vision. My fingernails returned to normal. Heart thudding, I pushed myself up from the awkward position I was in—basically, lying almost on top of Spencer—then cleared my throat.

  “Um, yeah,” I said. “Good job! Go team.”

  He grinned up at me sheepishly, and I could tell he’d let his own Nighttime self recede as well. I offered him a hand and he took it, and once back on his feet he brushed the dirt and leaves off his backside.

  “I’ll, uh, need to work on that claw thing,” he said. “It’s very Wolverine.”

  “Definitely,” I said.

  We stood there for a moment, hands in our pockets, neither one of us looking at the other full on. My pulse was still racing, and I could still smell his scent, still see his face and lips so close….

  “So think we should head home?” I asked. “We can figure out where to go from here with BioZenith tomorrow.”

  “Yeah, BioZenith,” he said. “Sounds cool.”

  We trudged through the woods to the side street where Spencer had parked his mom’s minivan. By the time we were in the car with the heat blasting, our nerves had calmed and we were back to talking like normal—about movies, games, TV, school. Anything but the fact that in addition to all the new sensations that came with being all hybrid powered, I was suddenly developing an appetite for boys. Well, one in particular.

  Spencer dropped me off in front of my house, and he watched me until I reached the front door. I waved at him, and we met each other’s eyes once more, and I couldn’t help but smile.

  Craziness or no, I couldn’t say my new life was all bad.

  Before I could open the door, my phone chirped in my pocket. I pulled it free and saw I had a text message. The glowing screen read CASEY DELGADO.

  Casey was one of the aforementioned telekinetic cheerleaders. Only she wasn’t at all bitchy, that I’d seen anyway. In fact, after Dalton was taken she came to me and told me she wanted to try brokering some peace between us wolves and the cheerleaders—her two sisters and Dalton’s girlfriend, Nikki.

  8:37 PM: Hi, Emily! Still no luck with the girls ☹ . Amy just doesn’t want anything to do with this. She’s sort of stubborn. But I’ll keep trying. Any luck with Dalton?

  I sighed. Of course Amy—the most outspoken and aggressive of the Delgado triplets—would be causing trouble still.

  Tapping in a response, I opened the front door and walked into the foyer. To my left was our dining room, and I could tell out of the corner of my eye that my dad was sitting at the table.

  8:38 PM: Yeah, please keep trying. No luck with Dalton yet either. I’ll try and find you at school tomorrow if you can get away from the others.

  “Hey, Dad,” I said, still focused on the phone as I read over the message, then pressed send.

  “Hey, Leelee,” he said.

  His voice sounded strained. Off.

  Shoving the phone in my pocket, I turned. My mouth was open to say something, but I immediately forgot what.

  Sitting at the table next to my dad was another man. Tall, broad-shouldered. Red hair streaked with gray. Cruel features—or at least they looked cruel to me since I was already well acquainted with the person to whom they belonged.

  “Hello, Emily,” said Dalton’s father. “We’ve got a lot to talk about.”

  2

  YOU KNEW

  “What…” I said, unable to finish my sentence. I shook my head and sputtered out, “What is he doing here?”

  Mr. McKinney looked to my dad, as though expecting him to answer. My dad said nothing. He looked down at the table, his glasses askew, what little hair he had left was disheveled. His eyes were rimmed red. Had he been crying? My dad?

  “Dad?” I asked, my voice rising in pitch. I hated the way I sounded—nervous and afraid. I couldn’t help it. The knife that had been dangling over my head all week was held up by a thin thread, and I couldn’t help but think Mr. McKinney was there with a pair of scissors ready to make the fatal snip.

  My dad cleared his throat. “Leelee,” he rasped out. “I didn’t mean for…” He trailed off. I could see his hands, clasped in front of him on the table, tremble.

  Mr. McKinney waved his hand at the chair across from him, the one nearest to where I stood. “Why don’t you take a seat, Emily?”

  “Why should I?” I asked.

  His lip raised, almost as if he was going to snarl at me. “Because you have lots of questions. And I’ve got the answers. Sit.”

  The last word was not a request. I stood there for another moment, just to show that I no longer jumped on command—that Emily died weeks ago after I had
to help kill a man in self-defense. Only when I saw the impatience flare in his eyes did I slowly pull the chair from the table, letting the legs screech across the wood floor, and sit down.

  “Dad, where’s Katherine and Dawn?” I asked. The house was quiet, but that didn’t mean my stepmom and stepsister weren’t around.

  “At a movie,” my dad said simply. He still wouldn’t look up.

  The kitchen behind Mr. McKinney was dark save for the green glow from electronic appliances. The lights were dimmed in the dining room and the living room. Everything was quiet, dark. Almost as if Mr. McKinney had set the place up to feel creepy and desolate.

  I wouldn’t necessarily put it past him.

  “So how’s Dalton?” I asked, breaking our silent standoff. “I hear he had to go back to the hospital. Poor guy.”

  Mr. McKinney’s eyes narrowed. “Let’s not play games, Emily. We know all about your recent escapades. You were activated, and you and your friends have been using your abilities to wreak a little terror.”

  I shot a look at my dad. Why would Mr. McKinney say this in front of him?

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said.

  Mr. McKinney leaned back in his chair. “Sure you do, Emily. You think we haven’t been watching you? You think it’s a coincidence you were able to get into our facilities so easily, and now you can’t?” Leaning forward again, he placed both arms on the table. “Did you get a good look at the facility tonight?”

  My chest seized. Watching me? They couldn’t have. We’d have seen them. We’d have known.

  Turning to my dad, I whispered, “Daddy. Please tell me what’s going on and why Mr. McKinney is here.”

  My dad took in a shaky breath and finally looked up at me. His cheeks had gone gray. “It’s okay, Leelee. I…I know about HAVOC. I know that you’re a werewolf.”

  For a moment, it felt as though I’d huffed paint fumes. The room went woozy, my head spun. My stomach lurched, queasy. I felt like I might throw up.

  My dad knew.

  All this time I’d thought I was alone. All this time I was trying to figure out how to handle my new reality, to keep my family safe, to find a way to keep everyone I knew safe from shadowmen and portals and men with guns.