“What are you guys looking at?” Aiden sees it and backs up. “Let’s go back.”
He grabs my hand and turns us to the trees. The van rolls forward slowly, the tires crunching against the gravel. The windows are tinted and the exhaust grunts black smoke. Sylas takes my other hand and we speed up as the van heads farther up the dirt road.
“I told you this was a bad idea.” Aiden shakes his head. “But you never listen.”
“We’ll be fine,” Sylas says. “It’s just a car. You’re over reacting.”
The van hits the breaks and the side door glides open. Men in black zippered suits and masks pile out. Their black, lace-up boots form a cloud of dust as they stampede for us.
We run. I struggle to keep up as the black-suited men chase after us. The grass scratches my legs and my lungs pinch tight with exhaustion. Run! Run! Run! My mind shouts.
“I told you they exist!’ Aiden yells and drops my hand to dodge around a large bush. “But you wouldn’t listen!”
As I glance over my shoulder, I trip over a rock. Sylas catches my elbow and shoves me in front of him. The thick trees grow closer, but so do the thud of the men’s boots. Aiden races next to me and he takes my hand again. His skin is sticky and he’s breathing hard. We all are.
The men are close when we reach the trees and jump into the ditch. Aiden falls and smacks headfirst into a rock. His head spurts blood and he presses his hand to the lesion.
The sounds of snapping twigs and clobbering boots parade all around us. They’re coming from the front, the back, the side, everywhere. Just in front of us is a pipe that burrows under the ground. We rush inside, tucking our legs and arms together. It’s dark, but on each side of the pipe is a trickle of light and the silhouettes of the men searching for us.
“I told you they existed,” Aiden whispers, pointing his finger at Sylas. “This is all your fault.”
Sylas stays silent, watching the end of the pipe like a hawk. Aiden turns the other way and fixates at the other end of the pipe. There’s radio static and voices.
“Hey, over here,” a masked man shouts and tucks his head inside the pipe, spotting a flashlight at us. “Hey, it’s okay. You can come out. We’re not going to hurt you. We’re here to help.”
“We’re kids. Not morons,” Sylas says and kicks the flashlight out of the man’s hand.
“Why you little…” The man lunges into the pipe.
We crawl on our hands and knees for the other end of the pipe, mud and twigs sticking to our skin.
“Hurry!” I shout at Aiden as the man reaches for Sylas’ foot.
As we brink the other end, another masked man waits for us. We freeze as he lifts up his mask. His eyes are a deep brown, his hair black, and there’s a long white line tracking the heart of his face.
“Daddy!” I cry and climb over Aiden, accidently kneeing him in the abdomen.
Aiden clutches my foot and tries to drag me back. But I claw my way forward and twist my foot out of my shoe. Aiden falls backward, clutching my Mary Jane. Mud coats my hands as I crawl the rest of the way down the tunnel and jump into my dad’s arms. He scoops me up and I throw my hands around his neck, tears dripping down my cheeks.
“I knew you weren’t dead,” I sob. “I knew mommy was lying.”
He pats my head awkwardly and then hands me to a man, dressed in black, with a mask screening his face.
“Daddy!” I reach for him, but he turns away and helps another man haul Aiden out of the pipe. Aiden’s covered in mud and his jeans are ripped across the knee. He doesn’t fight back as two men shove him toward the van. The man carrying me follows them and I reach for my dad, crying and begging.
Sylas launches himself out of the pipe and kicks one of the men in the knee. Then man curls over, cussing, and cradling his knee. Sylas skitters around two more men as they dive for him.
“This one’s not going easily.” One masked man says to another. “You want me to sedate him?”
“We’re not even supposed to take them,” a taller man says to my father. “It was only supposed to be the girl. The boys’ parents are the kind that will look for them. Not like the girl’s mother who’s a drunken whore.”
“It’s too late now,” my father answers, with a clenched jaw. “They’ve seen too much.”
The tall man nods and draws a syringe from his suit pocket. Sylas runs for us, knocking down men twice his size. He doesn’t notice the man with the syringe.
“Sylas, look out!” I scream.
It’s too late. The man sneaks behind him and plunges a needle in his neck. Sylas’ eyes catch mine before he falls to the ground and doesn’t get up.
I scratch the man carrying me across the face. He grimaces, opens the van’s door, and forcibly tosses me inside. I hit my head on the wall and roll over as Aiden lands in front of me.
Tears pour out of his eyes as the door slams shut and the lock clicks. The van smells like a hospital and there are metal boxes stacked at the back.
“What do we do?” I ask, moving to the front of the van, which is blocked off with a link of thick steel. “How do we get out?”
Aiden sits up and presses his face to the window. “I don’t think we can.”
I move to the window and check the handle of the door. “Where’s Sylas? What are they doing to him!”
Aiden shakes his head, his chest heaving as he tries to stop crying. “I don’t know, Juniper.”
My father’s face materializes on the other side of the glass. “Take them to the Cell 7.”
“Daddy,” I whisper. “Please help me.”
But the man’s face changes into someone else’s. His eyes shift grey, and his hair lightens. He shucks the black jacket off and beneath is a white coat.
“Monarch!” One of the masked men calls out. “We’re having some trouble keeping this one sedated.”
“Good, that means he’s strong.” He looks through the glass, right at me, and there’s apology in his eyes. Then he goes to the back of the van.
I flop back, sweaty and hot. “That wasn’t my dad.”
Aiden sighs and takes my hand. “I know, Juniper. Your dad’s dead.”
“But I thought he was,” I say. “He looked just like him until he changed.”
Aiden doesn’t say a word, even when two men climb into the front of the van and rev up the engine.
“This is all my fault.” I’m thrown to the side as the van bounces up the dirt road.
“No, it’s not,” Aiden says through gritted teeth. “It’s my brothers. And I’ll never forgive him for this.”
Chapter 17
I wake up to the cave’s red-arch ceiling, dirt stinging my eyes, lanterns faintly illuminating the area. My hands are cuffed together and a chain secures me to the wall. I’m not surprised. Aiden is good at locking me up.
“So you finally saw it?” Sylas asks quietly.
I rotate to my stomach and spot him across the cave, chained to the corner, lying on his back, staring at the ceiling. “How are you trapped? Can’t you break the chains?”
“There’s silver in the cuffs and chains.” He elevates his arms, showing me his charred skin beneath the cuff. “And I can’t work up enough strength to get them to break.” He stops. “You know, I have to give them credit. They’re getting clever with their uses of silver. I didn’t see this one coming.”
“Are you… are you okay?” I rise on my knees, my hair knotting down my back, dirt plastering my jeans and shirt. “It doesn’t hurt, does it?”
“Nope, it feels great actually.” His voice drips with sarcasm. He rolls over with the chains clinking and singeing at his arms. He winces and repositions the chains. “You saw the day we were taken away.”
“How do you know?” I turn around and tug on the chains, testing their strength.
“You were talking in your sleep,” Sylas says. “I picked up enough that I figured it out.”
I wrench on the chains and bits of rock and dirt crumble to the ground. “I saw the day we wan
dered off and the men in masks took us. So if that’s the day we were taken away, then yeah, I saw it.” The chains won’t budge and I turn back to Sylas. “Are you sure you’re too weak to break them?”
“What? You think I’ve just been sitting around here waiting for you to wake up?”
I sigh back against the wall and let my head flop back. “How are your cuts doing? You don’t feel weird, do you?”
He adjusts his dark hair over his forehead and tugs his shirt down, hiding both marks. “You mean do I feel like I’m changing into a pus-covered creepy old man?”
“That’s not what I meant,” I say. “I was just wondering if you were okay.”
“I’m absolutely, one-hundred percent fine.” He draws an X across his heart with his finger.
“Where are they?” I nod at the archway that leads to the front part of the cave.
“Eating dinner in the front of the cave.” Sylas glances to his left. “Like they’re one big happy family.”
I stare at the cuffs on my wrists. “What is he trying to solve with this?”
“He thinks he’s going to save you from making the wrong choices.” Sylas sits up and faces me. “He thinks he’s going to save you from turning out like me.”
“It’s not his choice whether I turn into a Day Taker or not.”
“That’s not the part of me he’s trying to save you from.” There’s pain emitting from him, but he tries to bury it. Still, I detect a glimmer of hate directed at himself. I think of the happy little boy from my memory. Does he still exist somewhere inside?
“I killed someone once,” I sputter suddenly, shocking both of us with my honesty.
“I know,” he says quietly. “I remember.”
I dig my nails into the palms of my hands as feelings of guilt suffocating me. I keep pushing until blood drips down my hands. Sylas smells it, but doesn’t say a word. He lies on his back and shuts his eyes.
“We’ve all done bad stuff, Kayla,” he says. “You just have to turn it off and move past it.”
I use to be able to turn it off, but it’s more difficult when I’m human. I sit in the quiet, trying to bury my feelings. Eventually, they fade, but it’s not from my own strength. Sylas is giving me a sense of calm. And I don’t fight it. I relax, pick up a sharp rock, and wait for someone to show up.
***
Sylas falls asleep. I’ve never seen him sleep, which makes me uneasy. The silver is getting to him—and maybe even Dominic’s bite. I wonder how high the chances are of him mutating into a foul beast. I wonder how much silver it takes to kill him. I was told that silver only wounded and weakened, but never killed. But I was told a lot of things that weren’t entirely accurate.
Finally, Maci enters our homemade dungeon. Her red hair is all over the place and her elbows are scuffed. I start to get to my feet until Ryder steps in behind her. She’s cleaned up a little, her skin less filthy and her hair semi-combed. Her black jeans and grey shirt aren’t torn.
“This is a great place for you two,” she says, walking a line between us. “And you’re together so that should make it easier.” Sylas pretends to be asleep and Ryder shakes her head at him. “It’s so nice to see him like this—finally in chains.”
Clutching the rock in my hand, I rise to my feet. “What do you have against him?”
She kicks some dust at his face. “Other than he’s a jerk?”
Sylas’ eyes snap open and he dives for Ryder’s leg. She hops back out of his reach and laughs.
“Nice try,” she says. “But you’ll have to do better than that.”
He staggers to his feet and reaches for her neck, but the chains bind him back. She hunches over, clutching her side, laughing hysterically.
His face twists with rage, but something else flares in his eyes and his lips curve to a malicious grin.
“Actually the real reason she hates me so much,” Sylas says, pleased with himself. “And you too Kayla, is that she was in love with me once, but I turned her down because of you.”
I dip my eyebrows together, puzzled because I thought she was in love with Aiden.
Wrath scalds inside Ryder. She charges at Sylas, her hands enclosing around his neck. Sylas grabs her arms and pries her off him. Then he spins her around and smashes his elbow on top of her head. Ryder’s black-outlined eyes cross and her body goes slack.
Sylas lowers her to the ground. “One down. Four more to go.”
“Three,” Maci beams. “I’m on your team. I’ll go get the next one.”
Sylas and I exchange confused looks as she skips off, swinging her arms.
“What a weird kid.” He cocks his head at Ryder, his hair falling in his eyes. “She wants to blame everyone for her problems, but it’s her own fault she was stuck in solitary all the time. She says it was because she wasn’t special enough.” He loops his arms under hers. “But that wasn’t always it. Sure there were times Monarch locked her away because he didn’t need her.” He lets out a loud breath and heaves her into the corner. “But she was always causing problems with everyone.”
“You were the one causing the problems.” Aiden leans against the archway, arms folded, jaw tense. “You play with people’s emotions too much.” His eyes stray to me. “And cause people pain.”
I jiggle the chains cuffing my wrists. “And what do you think this is?”
“I’m trying to help you, Juniper because I love you.” His arms fall to his side as he walks over to me, just out of reach of the chains. “You say you’re not sure if you’re going to change, but you will if you keep hanging out with him. When you two are together, it’s a disaster in the making.”
“That day was my fault.” I burn an intense gaze at him. “I thought Monarch was my dad.”
“Monarch tricked you.” Aiden takes a step toward me. “He disguised himself as your dad because he knew you’d run out of that pipe.”
“But my dad was dead,” I say. “I should have known better.”
“You were only six years-old,” he replies. “Much younger than some people who should have known better then to go to that stupid field at all.”
I itch my head with the metal cuff. “They were kidnapping children. How come no one did anything about it?”
“Because they couldn’t catch them.” Aiden sighs. “And because a lot of people didn’t want to believe it was going on.”
“It was hard to believe that people could be stealing kids off the streets.” Sylas prowls toward Aiden. “Dad didn’t want to accept that the world had come to that.”
“They were stealing them for experiments?” I ask. “So they could turn us into whatever we are now? Or were they using us as test rats to experiment the virus on.”
“We were trying to save the human race from their own stupidity.” The ice-cold voice sends a chill through the room.
The three of us slowly turn toward the archway. Our eyes round at the Higher filling up the only exit. His snow-white hair and white robe are blinding in the dimly lit cave. His pale eyes take us in lazily. I know those eyes.
“Gabrielle,” I breathe, fully aware of the chains trapping me.
He takes a step in the room, his eyes taking in the low arch ceiling and the dirt floor. “I cannot fathom why anyone would want to trade in The Colony for living quarters like this. Then again, rebels are nothing more than filthy animals, so I guess it’s a fitting place.”
My jaw hangs to my knees. “How did you find us?”
He laughs lowly. “You wander around in my city—in my desert, and you’re surprised that I found you. Plus, you set off the alarms in the underground.” A pause of contemplation. “Or did you think you killed me, Kayla?”
I don’t respond. Until now, I wasn’t sure if he’d died when I stabbed him at The Gathering, since it has never been determined if I’m a Higher.
“You’re not strong enough for that.” He’s standing close to Aiden and it makes me edgy. “To go up against invincibility, you’d have to be invincible yourself.”
/> “Then why do you want me dead?” I tug Aiden toward me by the sleeve of his shirt. “If you’re so invincible, why are you so determined to find me?”
“Because you’re an abomination,” He says simply. “You weren’t supposed to exist anymore. But some people took it upon themselves to hide that you were still around, blending in with my Colony that I worked so hard to create.”
I think of the glass cells. “But I was supposed to exist once.”
“You were supposed to be destroyed after Monarch was finished with you,” he says. “Just like everyone else from Cell 7.” He looks at Sylas. “A few escaped undetected, though.”
“How can you just kill everyone?” Aiden abruptly speaks. “How can you murder innocent people all because you want to?”
“Don’t worry,” he says to Aiden. “You weren’t in Cell 7. You were just one of the unlucky ones that got mixed up in the weeding out. ”
“You mean during The Gathering?” I say. “That’s what you were doing—weeding people out.”
“Only the ones that no longer served a purpose to us,” he says. “Or should I say the ones that were in desperate need of rehabilitation.” His eyes land on Sylas. “Although, Monarch was supposed to kill the unfixable ones.”
“So why are we still alive then?” I ask. “If you have so much power over life and death, how did we survive?”
His mouth twists up. “Every system has its flaws. Dominic abandoned his rehabilitation mission. He was destroying the Highers instead of letting them grow and conquer. Plus, he gave too much freedom to his Colony. I learned too late that Dominic and Monarch were trying to create their own breeds to end our race.”
Aiden shakes his head, refusing to believe him. “Dominic wasn’t running a Colony.”
“What do you think the underground was?” Gabrielle asks. “Did you really think you were hiding, undetected by the Highers? We are perfected in every way and we know everything that goes on.”
“Huh,” Sylas says with cynicism. “I didn’t realize murder qualified as perfection.”
Gabrielle’s eyes caution Sylas to shut his mouth. “Death for the right reasons—to better the human race—is justifiable.” He overlaps his hands behind his back and paces the floor. “You guys were probably too young to remember, but the world before the virus wasn’t any better. In fact, it was worse. Death, hatred, rebellion, war, there was madness everywhere. Someone needs to control it—someone needs to be better than it. Medicine is a remarkable thing, but I have to give Monarch credit too. I came to him with an idea, and he created the virus better than I could have imagined.”
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