Defiance Rising (13 page)

“How do you know my name?”
  
I shout, glaring at Beus.
 
“And why the heck can I hear you in my head?”

The corners of his lips twitch.
 
“It’s not me.”

I frown.
 
“What’s going on?”

He shrugs.
 
“Try talking back.”

Who are you?

You already know the answer to that.
 

“Kyan,” I hiss aloud.

Beus’ eyebrows rise.
 
“That’s not possible.
 
His reach isn’t that great.”

It is because your mind connected to my mind, Illyria.
 
You have summoned me, not the other way around.
 

A chill settles over my limbs and I feel the weight of the laser for the first time.
 
An ache begins in my shoulders, pressing down on me.

I can help you and your friends
, Kyan whispers.
 

What do my friends have to do with this?

Everything.
 

I don’t want your help.
 
I just want to be left alone,
I shout back at him.

You need me.
 
I have the answers that you seek.
 

The chill continues to spread as the flames recede from my arms, slithering back to my shoulders.
 
The pain in my heart increases and I gasp as I feel a new scrolled mark appear over my breastbone.

Like a short circuit, I can feel the unstableness of my grasp on the laser.
 
The whispers in my mind fade, and along with it my anger.
 

What are you doing to me?

Nothing.
 
This is your own doing.
 
Your power is fueled by your anger, and this empowers the Shadows.
 

You’re not making any sense.
 
I grit my teeth, fighting hard to keep the laser aloft.
 

You’ve unleashed a power that you cannot comprehend or even begin to control.
 
With a single thought, you can kill everyone around you, but you are still vulnerable.
 

What power?
 
I don’t understand.
  
Why can’t anyone just give me a straight answer?

You will, but you must go…now!
 
Beus will cover your tracks.

The instant I feel him withdraw from my mind, the ground begins to quake.
 
I glance beyond the drone and see three more breach the hill.
 

“Go!”
 
Beus screams. I nod and throw out my hands.
 
The fireball slams into the hull of the spider and explodes in a rain of sparks.
 
The black metal bubbles, dripping to the ground as the laser burrows through to the inner core.
 

“Run!”
 
Beus shoves me ahead as he dives behind a tree.
 
I glance back over my shoulder and watch as the spider begins to shudder and jerk, flailing about.
 
The legs on the right side snap off as the alien within drops to the ground and sprints away.
 

I shield my eyes as a brilliant white light fills the drone’s control room and then implodes.
 
The blast hits me before I can reach a safe distance.
 
Pain radiates through my back as I slam to the ground.
 
I can taste blood as I rise, wincing at the needles of pain winding up my arms and legs.
 
Small slivers of metal burrow into my flesh, cauterizing the skin around the entry points.
 

Beus rises from the smoke, his pale face smudged.
 
Small tendrils of gray rise from his hair.
 
“Just run.
 
I’ll stall them.”

I turn to retrieve my rifle, but find it trapped beneath a burning tree branch.
 
I consider reaching for it but Beus shoves me away.
 
“Go!”
 

I turn and obey, dodging fallen tree limbs.
 
Everywhere I look, flames devour the forest.
 
The crater left by the drone’s explosion has left an imprint that oddly looks like a meteorite strike I saw once in a book.
 

Ducking my head, I run flat out, unsure of where to go.
 
All that matters is that I get away.
 

Eleven

I weave through the woods, struggling to maintain any semblance of a jog. The dense, low hanging clouds allow only a fleeting glimpse of moonlight to penetrate.
 
The shadows blend into a gloomy, blackened void, making it nearly impossible to see five feet in front of me.
 
The freezing rain has shifted into small pellets of ice, bouncing off the ground around me.

I collapse against a fallen pine tree, panting.
 
My fingers ache from the cold, from nail bed to my palms.
 
A near constant shiver alerts me that I’m teetering on the verge of hypothermia.
 
I need to build a fire, but I can’t risk it.

It has been over an hour since I heard any shouts.
 
The ground has remained still under my feet, but I worry what will happen if I draw attention to myself.
 
I know they are out there, somewhere.
 

I bend over and beat feeling back into my toes, stomping away the needles that prick my calves.
 
I can’t keep going like this.
 
Shelter has become a necessity I can no longer ignore.
 

I try to stand, sinking into the unsettled earth running the length of the log.
 
The soil gives way and spills into a space beyond.
 
Dropping to my knees, I wiggle my fingers through the small hole, listening as clumps of soil patter as it lands below.
 

Realizing there’s a small opening on the other side of the fallen pine tree, I throw my leg over and lower myself into the hollow below.
 
A layer of ice pellets blanket a small section of the space, but the thick pile of leaves and fallen pine needles covering the ground is too inviting to pass up.
 

I sink to my knees and brush away the snow, grateful for the evergreen canopy that covers some of the space, sheltering me from the bitter winds.
 
I scoop big piles of the foliage over my feet and legs to provide insulation and camouflage should anyone stumble across me in the night.
 
I cover my waist and much of my chest before stuffing my hands under my armpits and lean back against the dirt wall.
 
My teeth chatter so hard my jaw aches.
 
I clamp down as tight as I can and stare up through the boughs to the clouds above.
 
I’ve never felt so alone before, so completely isolated from my friends and my home.
 
I know I should be grateful to be alive, but I struggle to think beyond my fear for Eamon.
 
Did he make it back to camp?
 
Was he captured?
 
I can’t bear to think of the alternative.
 

Fear for his safety keeps my eyelids open as the moon begins its slow voyage across the sky, behind the ever-shifting veil of clouds.

My eyes pop open and the sluggishness of sleep flees.
 
I can hear the whispers still speaking to me.
 
They haunt my dreams and now my waking moments too.

The hairs on the back of my neck rise as footsteps crunch through the thin glaze of ice on the ground above.
 
Adrenaline pumps through my veins, waking every nerve in my body as I crane my neck to see.
 
Only darkness meets my gaze.
 

I sink back and hold my breath as more footsteps approach.
 
It’s hard to tell how many there are from within this small hovel but, judging by normal alien scouting parties there should be at least five, each armed with a laser gun.

I press my fingers to the ground, silently waiting for the tremor of a spider drone.
 
When none comes, I release a breath.
 
At least they’re alone.
 

A light flares nearby and the Caldonian’s voices drift toward me on the wind.
 
I can hear dissent among the group, mostly bickering over who has to hunt for food.
 
Apparently, I’m not the only one left weary because of the manhunt.
 

“You two go collect firewood, but don’t go too far.
 
I don’t like the look of this area.
 
It’s too open for my liking.”
 
The authoritative voice is gruff, but I detect of hint of distress in his tone.
 
Perhaps tales of my exploits have spread quickly through the ranks.

I grin, silently pumping my fists as the Squaddies set about creating a camp.
 

Two figures pass by my den and I freeze.
 
Even with the scant moonlight from above, a straight glance in my direction would probably betray my location.
 
I silently lift prayers heavenward as the men stoop low and collect small branches for kindling.

My heart thumps against my ribs as the aliens move on, lumbering loudly through the ankle high iced leaves that blanket the hillside.
 
I slowly rise, wincing as the pine needles fall in a rustling cascade around me.
 
I hold my breath, waiting for the hum of a laser gun pointed at me, but it never comes.

Numbness steals feeling from my toes but I can’t risk stomping.
 
I bend over and rub the tops of my boots, breathing out a slow sigh of relief as the stinging cold begins to fade and feeling returns.

I duck low as the two aliens return, arms overloaded with firewood and kindling.
 
My gaze flits about the forest, searching for the others.
 
None appear as the two begin to make a fire.
 

My stomach is attacked by nervous tension as I ponder my escape.
 
I can’t stay here and risk being discovered, but my only chance of escape is to run parallel to them and head for a lake I know not too far from here.
 
On my way back from the City I noticed a small hut perched near the shore as I passed.
 
Maybe I can huddle down there for a while until the aliens move on.

I wait ten agonizing minutes until three more aliens appear from the woods.
 
Their arms are full and their gait hampered by the weight of whatever it is they carry.
 
As the soldiers stoop to unload their kill, I scramble out of the hollow and swerve to the left, away from the flickering light of the fire.
 
The worn soles of my shoes slip and slide on the icy leaves as I barrel through the woods. Moonlight falls over the forest in muffled gray tones, just enough to see and be seen.

My heart plummets to my stomach as I hear a shout from behind me.
 
“That’s the girl.
 
Get her!”

“Crap,” I growl as I urge my legs to move faster.
 
I twist through the trees, gripping their trunks to throw myself around the next like a slalom skier.
 
Up ahead I can see large patches of sparkling water appear as the clouds shift to allow beams of moonlight through.
 
I don’t know if I can make it.
 
The aliens saw me too soon.

My lungs burn with each icy breath; I pump my arms and try to push through the pain.
 
I don’t dare look over my shoulder for fear of slowing.
 
I can hear their footsteps with agonizing clarity, spreading out to surround me

Nearly there,
I chant as the water comes into full view.
 
I nearly weep with relief as a small boathouse and dock come into view.
 
I immediately shift course and run full out.
 
My pursuers shout a warning as they fight to ensnare me in their narrowing trap.

Heat singes the ends of my damp strands of hair as a red beam blazes past.
 
The scent of burnt hair trails behind me as I leap onto the dock and race for the small boat at the end.
 
My boots pound the weathered boards, unsettling the rusted nails as I pass.
 
It’s a miracle that I don’t spill over into the frigid waters as I leap over a hole and land on the last remaining rickety board.

I snatch the towrope from a post and leap into the fiberglass vessel.
 
My arms pinwheel as I fight for balance, terrified of capsizing the small motor boat.
 
The sky streaks with crimson laser fire as I wrestle with the starter cord of the engine.
 
It sputters and smokes but fails to start, beginning to float away from the dock because of my momentum.

“Come on!” I scream, beating the dented motor.
 
My heads whips around as the first pair of boots hits the dock behind me.
 
I’m running out of time.
 
I kick the motor and then pull the cord.
 
“Start!”
 

Idiot!
 
I silently berate myself.
 
Of course it’s not going to start.
 
The fuel is probably fifteen years old!

A blast of heat rushes down my fingertips and into the motor. The metal glows red just before the engine turns over.
 
I whip the motor around and steer the boat away from the dock.
 

The small craft rocks wildly as an alien leaps from the end of the dock and crashes to his knees in the bow as the boat passes.
 
Two more follow his lead but miss their landing and thump onto the side of the boat.
 
One cries out as his ribs crack and he slips down into the wake of the boat.
 
The other clings to the side with clenched fingers and awkwardly flips his leg over the side.

I grit my teeth and race toward open water, desperately trying not to think of how bitterly cold the driving winds are.
  
If I can get far enough away from the dock, I might stand a chance against two Squaddies.
 
Any more than that and I’m in big trouble.
 

Several laser beams blast from the shoreline as I twist the throttle and speed toward the center of the lake.
 
The alien on the side yanks himself into the boat, dropping like an anchor against the hull, while the other rises and plants his feet, shifting his weight to compensate with the bouncing boat.
 
I stare at him, silently panicking as I note the murderous gleam in his eye.
 
This man does not intend to take me back alive.

His eyes are deep red velvet and his pupils are outlined with coal black.
 
His fiery gaze, coupled with his freakishly large frame, is enough to make my blood run cold.
 
There is no way I can take this man out on my own, not without a weapon.
 

Red Eye dips low and helps the other to his feet.
 
The second alien, tall and lanky, turns his honey-colored eyes on me, crouching to crawl forward over the two rows of metal benches.
 
Each move is in perfect sync with the boat, despite my best attempts to rock them out.
 

“I’m gonna have fun gutting you, little girl,” Red Eye taunts as he leers at me over his partner’s shoulder.
 

“But Commander Drakon wants her alive.”
 
The soldier looks back at Red Eye.

“What the Commander doesn’t know won’t hurt him, now will it?”
 
Red Eye crouches low in the boat, waiting for his turn.

My skin begins to tingle as the soldier tosses rotted life vests overboard, clearing a straight path to me.
 
The hairs on my arms stand upright as I meet Red Eye’s fierce gaze and shiver.
 

The air crackles with energy as the clouds overhead begin to swirl, coiling like a venomous snake.
 
I can feel power coursing through my veins in rhythmic waves, but I have no control over it.
 
The winds seem to have a mind of their own.