Gone Series Complete Collection (262 page)

She pushed the pole away and it rattled onto the road, rolled a few feet, and stopped.

Edilio still kept up his fire, but now Gaia hit him with an invisible fist and knocked him a hundred yards off the road into the dark.

“No!” Dekka roared, and went for Gaia with nothing but her fists as weapons.

Gaia grabbed her face in one hand and laughed as Dekka punched air.

“You’re the one with the power over gravity, aren’t you? I could almost do without you,” Gaia said. Blood still spurted from her ear. Almost absentmindedly, Gaia reached her free hand to touch it and stop the flow. “So don’t annoy me.” She twisted Dekka’s face and sent her sprawling.

Suddenly Gaia was a blur. Picking herself up Dekka saw a boy simply explode from the force of a blow he’d never seen coming. A girl, screaming, was tripped and then thrown with a sickening crunch into a wrecked car. The last of Edilio’s shooters.

Gaia paused then, blurring back into sight, and held a hand against the bullet wound on her ear. The chunk taken out of her arm had already stopped bleeding.

From out of the darkness at the side of the road, Edilio fired again.

BLAM! BLAM!

Gaia snarled and swept a telekinetic fist like a haymaker punch and the firing stopped.

“Edilio!” Dekka cried.

“Ah, so that was Edilio,” Gaia said. “I’ve heard of him. I should have killed him, but I thought he might be a mutant.” Gaia did not blur out again; she was clearly focused on healing herself.

Dekka looked around for a weapon, anything. “Jack! Jack!” she cried, but no answer came.

She saw Caine, still carrying a human leg, coming down the road, uncertain.

“Caine!” Dekka cried, her voice ragged. “Help us!”

Caine looked like a different person. A zombie version of himself. He dropped the leg and looked down at his hands as if they were not his.

All firing had stopped. Gaia stood alone, triumphant.

Then from the shadow stepped a living slag heap.

Gaia did a double take. “What are you?”

“Orc.”

“You’re not human,” Gaia said dismissively. “I don’t even need to kill you. Run away.”

“No.”

Gaia cocked her head, curious, as she chewed her food. “Aren’t you afraid?”

Orc shook his massive head. “The Lord is my shepherd.”

Gaia walked right up to him, peering carefully at his gravel skin and taking special interest in the patch of human skin that remained on his face. “Interesting effect. I don’t quite see how you happened.”

Orc swung a ham-sized fist at her.

Gaia sidestepped with Brianna’s speed. She dodged Orc’s next three blows as well.

“Not at all the usual mutation,” Gaia said, fascinated. “You could join me; I doubt Nemesis could use you.”

Orc was panting from the effort of missing Gaia.

“No,” Orc gasped.

“Mmmm. Well, then, I guess I’d better kill you, just to be safe.”

“That’s gunfire!” Brianna yelled.

Lana said, “Brianna, no! You’re not done healing.”

“What, this?” Brianna pointed at her disfigured face. “Pff. Just a flesh wound.” She winked with her good eye. “Where’s my stuff?”

Lana nodded toward a pile in the corner: the familiar modified runner’s backpack with the sawed-off shotgun and machete.

“Kick ass, Breeze,” Lana said, but she was talking to air.

Down the hall in a second. Down the steps in less. Through the lobby. And now she could really turn on the speed as she blew down the hill, tripped, and went tumbling head over heels.

Brianna did not get up with super-speed. She stood slowly. Both knees were bleeding, as were the palms of her hands.

Brianna touched her swollen eyes.

“Depth perception, Breeze,” she chided herself. “Depth perception.”

She slowed through town, doing no more than sixty miles an hour down Ocean Boulevard past a darkening sea that was just swallowing the sun. She hung a hard right on San Pablo, blew through the town plaza, slowing just enough to hear the fierce cheers of “Breeeeze!” from shooters positioned in windows and on rooftops. She gave them a jaunty wave.

She hit the highway and cranked a left toward the sound of gunfire, passed a fleeing kid, noticed that the entire northwest was on fire and the air smelled of smoke, yanked out her machete, and had merely enough time to think, This could go bad, before she saw Gaia and Orc.

Gaia had a hand on Orc’s throat, and Orc, forced to his knees, was punching air as Gaia twisted her head this way and that to dodge blows. Gaia was laughing. Her blue eyes were alight.

Brianna blurred to a stop.

“Hey. Gaia. Remember me?”

Gaia tossed Orc aside as though he weighed no more than a toy.

TWENTY-TWO

17
HOURS
, 25
MINUTES

THE FIGHT
LASTED
six seconds.

In that time Brianna rushed, swung her machete, and missed.

Gaia swung a fist as powerful as Jack’s and caught just a corner of Brianna’s shoulder, spinning Brianna away to sprawl on the concrete.

Brianna was up in a flash, snapped her shotgun up, fired, and hit Gaia in the chest with a load of buckshot that knocked Gaia staggering back with seven small holes in her.

Brianna rushed, yelling, “Die!” stuck her shotgun into the stunned Gaia’s mouth, and pulled the trigger.

And there was no explosion. Dud shell.

Brianna’s one good eye widened and Gaia’s hand was on her neck. Impossible to get away. Brianna swung her machete, but the angle was all wrong, so she caught Gaia’s neck, too low and too weak. Blood was everywhere.

But Brianna’s head was woozy. The weakness was spreading through her.

She struck again, and Gaia easily blocked this blow, ripped Brianna’s machete from her hand, and threw it aside.

Gaia’s face, those cold blue eyes, were all Brianna could see. But she felt Gaia’s hand pressing palm-out against her heart and knew . . .

“NO!”
Dekka screamed.

But there was a hole burned right through Brianna. A smoking hole where her heart should be.

Brianna’s body fell limp. Suddenly so small.

Gaia fell back, touched the buckshot wounds, but then realized the arterial spray from her neck was the bigger problem. She was bathed in her own blood.

“NO!” Dekka screamed again, and charged, with Orc at her side, with Jack suddenly yelling, rushing up from the side of the road, all straight at Gaia.

Gaia fired the killing light but missed, and now retreated in confusion, her already weak vision blurred by her own blood.

She tried to turn on her speed, but she felt it ebbing. Of course: she had just killed the girl with the power of speed! She’d had no choice: another few seconds and she herself would have been dead.

Gaia turned to run, but the gray monster would be on her in seconds. She kicked wildly and hurled herself through the air, canceled gravity to slow her descent, touched down, and kicked off again into the darkness, trailing an arc of blood behind her.

“No, no, no! Brianna!” Dekka sobbed, cradling the burned head in her arms. The obscene hole in her chest did not even bleed; it had been cauterized.

Brianna’s eyes were still open. In a hundred movies Dekka had seen the survivors shut the eyes of the dead, but no, she couldn’t do that. Those were
Brianna’s
eyes. She couldn’t be gone. She couldn’t be dead, not the cocky, funny, terrifyingly brave little girl Dekka loved.

“Get Lana!” Dekka raged. “Get Lana!”

“We’ll get her,” Edilio said softly, but Dekka knew better. Lana healed the injured; she did not raise the dead. Brianna’s lioness heart had burned from her body.

Dekka looked up at Edilio, tears streaming so she could barely make out his features. He knelt beside her and put his arms around her.

Still holding Brianna, Dekka buried her face in Edilio’s shoulder and sobbed uncontrollably.

Orc did not stop chasing Gaia. But he couldn’t see her, and after a while he couldn’t hear her. Maybe she was hiding. Maybe she was just too fast. Jack caught up with him.

“Where did she go?” Jack cried.

“I don’t know.”

They stopped running. They stood side by side on the dark highway. Neither knew what to do. Neither could bear the thought of going back and seeing Dekka cry. And seeing the body of the girl who had more than once fought their battles and saved their lives.

Anything but that, anything but that.

“I changed my mind, Lord,” Orc said to the night sky. “It don’t matter if people see me. Please let us out of here. This place is too sad.”

Sam had passed out, or maybe it was just sleep. Hard to differentiate. He expected to wake up at any moment to find Gaia gloating down at him.

Instead when he woke it was to realize that Quinn and one of his crewmen were lifting him up off the pavement. Taylor stood a short distance away, saw, then disappeared.

Sam said something brilliant like, “Huh?”

And then either passed out or went back to sleep. Hard to differentiate.

He wasn’t quite conscious enough to put names to the sounds of a low-power motor or waves slapping the bow, but they were comforting.

He woke once more as they were bundling him up onto the dock. He said, “Astrid?”

“She was okay last I saw her,” Quinn said.

“Then evr’thin’ ’kay,” Sam slurred.

“I wish that was true, my friend,” Quinn said.

TWENTY-THREE

15
HOURS
, 57
MINUTES

“
WHERE ARE
YOU
in all this, Caine?” Edilio asked him.

They stood on the road, staring out into the dark. Dekka still wept. No one had tried to take Brianna’s body away from her.

Orc had come back from a futile attempt to find Gaia. Jack was standing a few feet away from Brianna. There were tears running down his face, but he hadn’t been able to find a way to go closer. Jack and Brianna had had a complicated relationship. He had flirted with her in his own awkward way; they had made out once or twice, neither of them really enjoying the experience much. Brianna was too fierce for Jack, and he was too geeky for her. But he had cared for her. Just not with the intensity of Dekka.

So he just stood, awkward, bearing silent witness.

“Me?” Caine said. He sounded exhausted. Defeated. He was staring at Brianna. “We fought side by side once, me and Breeze. Against the bugs. She was badass.”

Edilio made an impatient sound. His voice was ragged. “Listen, Caine, I have no time. For all we know that monster will be back in five minutes.”

Edilio saw pride flare in Caine’s eyes, but then it died. “The truth is she . . . it . . . it has its hooks in me,” he said. “It’s stronger now. Or maybe I’m weaker. Either way, the pain she hits me with . . . you don’t want to know what it’s like.”

Edilio could see the truth of it in his haggard expression.

“Without you and Sam both we probably can’t beat her,” Edilio said.

“Yeah, well, Sam’s lying out there busted up. Maybe dead for all I know.”

“Then we have to get him,” Edilio said urgently.

“Walk down that road right now?” Caine asked. “Are you out of your mind?”

“I’m not sitting here while—”

“Go out there and she’ll pick you off easy,” Caine said. “Take anyone with you and you’re just getting them killed, too.”

Caine looked around, lost. “If I try to fight her, she’ll make me crazy. You don’t know . . . Anyway, Sam and I already tried . . .” He shook his head. “We can’t beat her. We can’t beat the gaiaphage; we never could. It was always going to end this way with all of us being hunted down, one by one. We were always the sheep and it was the wolf.”

“Shut up, Caine,” Edilio said in a voice so soft it was almost a whisper.

Anger, a dangerous anger, flared in Caine. “Who are you to talk to me that way?”

“You’ve been the problem, Caine. From the start. You’re the one who kept us from ever really being able to unite, to fight this thing. You and your ego and your stupid need to control everyone. Don’t you come here now all sheepish, all head hanging down and tell me you’re scared.” Edilio stabbed a finger in Caine’s chest. It was such an un-Edilio moment it surprised both of them.

Edilio knew his own fear was pushing him now, because he knew Caine wasn’t wrong about the likely ending. Still, he needed Caine’s power on his side to have any slight hope. And he definitely needed hope.

“I lost someone I loved at the lake,” Edilio said, his voice full of emotion. “Maybe seventy kids died up there. Just now, six, eight more. Now, Brianna dead. More to come. Well, some of that is on you, Caine. So you are going to step up. You hear me? You are going to step up.”

Edilio had nothing else to say, and Caine seemed to have no answer. So Edilio turned back to Dekka and Jack and said, “That’s it for grieving. We do more grieving later if we’re alive. Right now we fall back and get ready for plan B.”

“There’s a plan B?” Jack asked.

“You’re another one,” Edilio snapped. “You’re not going to tell me again that you won’t fight, because I swear to God I’ll shoot you myself.” Then in a more measured voice he said, “Yes, there’s a plan B. We fight that evil creature every step of the way. Caine, Orc, Jack, Dekka, follow me.”

He didn’t look back to see if they were following him.

He didn’t need to.

It was just luck that Sam was gone and Alex was not when Gaia rejoined the highway, fuming, and crying in pain and frustration as she dealt with her wounds and confronted the fact that in killing Brianna she had deprived herself of a power.

Stupid!

No, not stupid: necessary. They were stronger than she’d thought. They were more dangerous.

And then she heard movement in the darkness. She had her hands up, ready to kill, when it occurred to her who it might be.

The adult human, the food, stepped into view. He was carrying something in his one remaining arm. A head.