Unleashed: Part 2 (Unleashed Series)

by Rachel McClellan

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  My Book

  Rachel McClellan

  UNLEASHED

  A novel by Rachel McClellan

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  This is a work of fiction. Names characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  This book may not be reproduced in whole or part, by mimeograph or any other means, without the permission of the Publisher. Making or distributing electronic copies of this book constitutes copyright infringement and could subject the infringer to criminal and civil liability.

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  Cover design by Fleur Camacho

  Printed in the United States of America

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  Copyright © 2014 by Rachel McClellan

  All rights reserved

  Created with Vellum

  All human beings... are commingled out of good and evil.

  ~ The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Also by Rachel McClellan

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Chapter One

  The room was dark. So black Albert couldn't see his hand in front of his face. He preferred it this way, unable to see his reflection in the mirrors. It made him feel as if he didn't exist.

  When he was with Claire on the beach, he was on autopilot, thinking of nothing but her. But after he left, and the reality of what Gage had almost done to her hit him, he'd thrown up several times on the side of the road. It took him almost two hours before he felt well enough to drive home again.

  His parents had been waiting up after discovering he'd snuck out from his room. And they weren't happy. It was probably one of the worst shock treatments he’d ever received, his father having turned up the voltage considerably, but he took it all, not even considering sipping from Bodian’s vials to numb the pain. No amount of personal suffering could make up for what he'd done to Claire.

  After he’d been shocked, he feigned unconsciousness until his father left the room. A portion of the physically altering formula was still inside him, keeping him from blacking out. He could feel the remains, black tentacles clinging to the darkest shadows of his mind, whispering and taunting.

  Albert took hold of a twisted piece of metal made in one of Bodian’s labs–a gift from his father—and squeezed tight until there was blood dripping from his palm. He’d thought he could control Gage. He thought he was stronger, but Gage had taken over, shoving him into some kind of a mental prison.

  His heart began to pound, each beat feeling like thunder inside his chest. Gage, who was really him. The darkest, most despicable part of him had been unleashed into a character so putrid, so horrid, that he wondered if Gage was really a demon, some spawn of the devil.

  But all wasn’t lost. He had broken free from Gage's subconscious and taken over. Just in time, too. He'd seen Gage's thoughts and knew exactly what he planned on doing to Claire. His sheer will alone had stopped Gage, and Albert had shoved him so deep into his subconscious that he thought it impossible for Gage to ever come out.

  As for the stolen Bodian concoction, he still had six vials left, buried beneath the floorboards in his room. When he went to destroy them all, he just couldn't do it. Though the concoction had given life to his inner beast, it had also had a hand in breaking down Claire. He felt indebted to it, like a soldier feels to his gun.

  No. He wouldn't destroy the vials. But he would keep them hidden, just like the monster inside him.

  The world would never know.

  Claire would never know.

  Chapter Two

  Claire woke at eleven o'clock the next morning. The window was open, blowing a cool breeze that smelled of pine and ocean water into her room. She rolled onto her back and kicked the blankets off.

  Just outside her door, she heard footsteps walking down the hall. She quietly stood up and peeked out the bedroom door. Her mom was in the living room, standing still, staring at the wall.

  Claire opened the door all of the way. "Mom? What are you doing?"

  She was looking at a picture of her and Claire. Her father had taken the picture when Claire was five at a trip to the zoo.

  Her mother tore her eyes away and said. "Nothing.” Her hair wasn’t combed and she was still in a robe.

  "Aren't you supposed to be at work?"

  "I took the day off. Smith thought it would be best." She went into the kitchen and turned on the faucet. Water poured into an empty sink while her mother watched it.

  This was the side of her mom Claire hated the most. Whenever her mother felt she couldn’t deal with something, she shut down. Claire came up behind her and reached around to shut off the water. “Why don’t you get something to eat and then go back to bed? You look tired.”

  “Maybe. But,” her mother looked around the room as if searching for words, “don’t you need something?”

  “I’m okay. Really, I am. You just rest.” Claire guided her back to her bedroom.

  Her mother stopped suddenly. “The money. Smith said to bring the money in today.”

  Then she started walking again.

  The money. Claire bolted for her room. How could she have slept knowing the work of Gage's hands lie only inches below her?

  She dropped to her knees and looked under the bed. The shoebox she had stashed the money in was still there. She exhaled and took off the lid. And then panicked. "Mom!"

  "What is it?" her mother called from her bedroom.

  "The money. It's gone!" She ran her fingers on the inside of the box as if to make sure the box was really empty.

  Her mother appeared in the doorway. "Are you sure that's where you left it?"

  "Positive." Claire’s mind turned over like a jumped battery. She looked up at her mom. "Did you take it?"

  Her mother paused, scanned the room, seeming to think, but Claire was pretty sure she wasn’t thinking about the money. Her stare was empty.

  “I didn’t know anything about it," her mother finally said. “But who did?”

  Claire quickly flipped through faces in her memory and removed one of them. She knew exactly who took the money. "Can I borrow the car?"

  Her mother nodded.

  Claire slipped by her, leaving her staring after her. She hoped her mom would go back to bed. Sleep always helped her.

  She snatched the keys off the counter and sprinted out the door, still in her pajamas. Ten minutes later Claire stood on Kate’s front porch, pounding on her front door.

  Gratefully Kate was the one to answer instead of her mom or sister. Claire would
’ve felt bad if someone else had to see her wrath.

  "What are you doing here?" Kate asked.

  "Tell me you still have the money.”

  Kate stuck out her chin and glanced away. "I don't. Not all of it anyway."

  "What did you do with it?"

  Kate’s eyes met hers. "I drove to Portland yesterday and paid the entrance fee."

  "That wasn't your money!"

  Kate stepped outside onto the porch and shut the door behind her. "Well it wasn't yours either. Not entirely. You read the note and it was pretty clear what it was supposed to be used for. I only did what you wouldn't."

  "But I told you I was waiting!"

  "Waiting for what? This is our band’s dream, Claire. It’s what we’ve talked about for years and someone finally gave us a chance." Kate moved into a defensive position as if she were afraid Claire was going to attack her.

  Instead, Claire shook her head and sat down on the step, saying nothing. Normally she wouldn’t have let something like this go so easily, but she just couldn’t bring herself to argue with her best friend. Not when there was a real fight waiting for her.

  After a moment, Kate joined her. "What's going on?"

  Claire inhaled deeply and on an exhale that seemed to last forever told her what happened. "So I need that money back, Kate. I don't want that freak thinking I owe him anything. Ever."

  Kate twisted a finger through a hole in her jeans. "I guess I could try to get a refund."

  "Really?"

  Kate looked doubtful. "What about turning this whole situation into a positive?"

  "There's nothing positive about it!"

  Kate stood up and moved in front of her. "That's what I'm saying! What happened to you was horrible. But, like you said, the money was paid back and probably by Gage. I mean, who else would do it? So if we keep the money and then win the competition, something good will have come out of all of this."

  She shook her head, but Kate persisted.

  "Come on! The contest is in two weeks and you know how great we've been sounding. We have a real chance at winning this thing." Kate knelt in front of her. "We can do this, Claire. I feel it in my bones."

  “I don’t know.”

  "As for the money, there's still about $300 left with what we raised. And if we win the competition, we can use the prize money to pay back the rest.” Kate frowned. “Even though I'm not really sure who we pay back as the gas station already got their money. Donate it to charity?"

  Claire sighed, caving in. This was the chance of a lifetime after all. And what were the odds she’d see Gage again? He probably saw the cops and was long gone. She nodded slowly. "Okay. But we better win."

  Kate threw her arms around her. "You won't regret this!"

  "I hope not," Claire said, but the words tasted bitter.

  Chapter Three

  Albert kept his distance in a corner booth, eyeing Claire with her friends while they ate lunch at Eddy’s. He watched her often now, made sure she was always safe. There wasn't a lot he could do to make up for what Gage had done to her, but he could at least make sure she was happy.

  Claire shoved Steph playfully and laughed. She seemed better today, he thought. Over a week had passed since Gage had attacked her and every day she grew stronger.

  He smiled, thinking of the last week. He'd spent as much time as possible with her, trying to be exactly what she needed, when she wasn’t with Him of course—the other man in her life. But Albert didn’t complain. Even he could see His presence was good for her so he said nothing and refused to think about how she might feel about Him.

  It was difficult getting away from his parents. After he'd been caught sneaking out of his room, they had grounded him for a month, but the strange thing was they didn’t bother locking his window. They simply locked the door from the outside like they always did, and said they’d come for him in the morning.

  Their actions made Albert suspicious, but he didn’t question them. He was glad they left him alone at night because this gave him a chance to still see Claire whenever she was available. But even when he didn’t see her, he stayed awake.

  Sleep eluded him, no matter what he tried. He assumed it was a side effect of the drug, which he had proudly avoided, despite the fact that vials still remained holed up beneath the floorboards like a hibernating bear. For now they were as trapped as Gage.

  But Albert could still hear him. When the night was quiet and heavy fog smothered the world around him, he heard Gage's words. They had been loud at first, demanding to be released, but now all he heard was a sort of hissing. A swearing of revenge.

  Gage was trapped, and that was all he cared about. But for how long was what worried him. It was taking all his mental strength to contain Gage, yet Albert felt the cage was too fragile: glass where there should be bars. He was afraid any disruption to his emotional state would shatter the mental prison and release a monster that might never be contained again.

  Claire laughed again, and Albert looked up. She was so beautiful. He vowed, for the millionth time, that no matter what he would keep her safe.

  Chapter Four

  Claire passed a basket of fries to Steph. She followed it up with a bottle of ketchup.

  "Thanks," Steph said. Next to her, Kate fluffed salad with her fork, seemingly in another world.

  "Did you guys look over the lyrics I wrote?" Audrey shouted from the end of the table.

  Steph held her hand up to her ear. "Huh? We can't hear you."

  They all laughed, and even Kate snickered.

  Audrey scowled. "Did you guys read them or not?"

  Claire swallowed the bite of pizza in her mouth. "They rocked. Seriously, Audrey. Especially the third one. What was it called? Death's song?"

  "Death's Sonnet," Audrey corrected.

  Claire tried not to flinch from the sound of her voice.

  "I liked them too," Steph said. "We are going to do awesome at The Fire and Ice Concert."

  Kate set her fork down and stared at Claire. "Not if we don't get our head in the game.”

  "What's that supposed to mean?" Claire asked. She noticed Steph and Audrey had stopped eating and were listening intently.

  Kate rested her elbows on the table. "You've just been distracted lately and you've missed two practices."

  Claire rolled her eyes and said, holding up her finger, “One, I have not been distracted, and B, one of those missed practices was for a dentist appointment."

  Steph and Audrey stifled a laugh, but Kate was having none of it. "Why did you miss the other one?"

  "I was hanging out with Ethan. You knew that."

  "Doing what?" she demanded, leaning over the table even further.

  Steph placed a hand on Kate's arm. "Lay off, Kate. It was only two practices."

  Kate brushed her hand away. "But we should be spending all of our time practicing. And it's not just the missed practices. You guys can see she's been a love-zombie for the past few weeks. Ethan is all she thinks about, but we need her thinking about the band.” Kate leaned back and folded her arms to her chest. “Even Logan has managed to show up for all of our practices and he’s not even in the band anymore!"

  Claire pushed her food away and began to gather her books. "Whatever. I'm out of here." But deep down she knew Kate was right. She and Ethan had become inseparable, and when they weren't together she found herself thinking only of him. His voice. His touch. His scent. But who was Kate to tell her it was too much? She moved to stand up, but felt warm palms on her shoulders.

  "What's going on?" Ethan asked.

  Her whole body seemed to sigh, and she relaxed into him. He couldn't have picked a better time to show up.

  "Kate's giving her a hard time for missing practice," Steph said. Kate tossed her a dirty look, but Steph mirrored one back.

  "Sorry, guys,” Ethan said, dropping his hands from her shoulders. “That was my fault. If I'd known it was going to cause problems, I would never have asked."

  "There's no problem,"
Audrey said, smiling. Ethan grimaced from the sound of her loud voice.

  "Actually there is," Kate said. "Without Claire's voice our band sucks. She's like the chocolate chips in our cookie so when she's gone, both mentally and physically, we’re just a boring cookie, a good one, but still plain. If we want to win, we really need to get her focused on the band again."

  Claire turned to her. "Would you back off, Kate? Everything’s going to be fine."

  Ethan put his arm around her. It wasn’t that long ago that she would’ve pulled away if he’d tried this, but not so much anymore.

  "Kate's right,” he said, surprising her. “This is an awesome opportunity for you, and I don't want anything to screw it up, including me."

  "You won't," Claire said.

  "But just in case, maybe we should lay low for awhile."

  "Are you guys breaking up?" Logan said, seeming to appear out of nowhere. He was grinning and everyone laughed, but Claire saw the truth hidden in his eyes.

  She took hold of Ethan's hand. "Of course not."

  "Good. Cause that would blow," Logan said and winked at her.

  "You know, Kate,” Steph said as she readjusted her ponytail, “if you want to throw in an extra practice, we can play at The Hole in Roseburg. My uncle called last night and said one of their bands cancelled."

  Kate looked at Steph, her eyes huge. "Serious? Why didn't you say something sooner?"

  "I like it when you get mad," Steph said and pressed a fry into her mouth.

  Kate turned to the rest of them. "Can you guys do it?"