Emerge: The Awakening (27 page)

CHAPTER

FORTY

“These guys aren’t typical Coalition,” Quinn muttered for her ears alone. “Something’s way off.” They drove slowly through the Warehouse District along the river, just blocks from the banquet hall at Playhouse Square.

The van rolled to a stop at an old hat factory with boarded up windows and graffiti covered walls. It was set apart from the refurbished warehouses that served as bars and trendy restaurants at street level, and luxury apartments above; like this one last building was skipped in the revitalization of the district. Jake and Lane shoved them into the deserted parking lot beneath the Shoreway Bridge.

Allie knew from her lessons with Daniel that this was not how they normally operated. It was customary for the Coalition to stay constantly on the move until they had you safely behind the walls their prisons.

“We’ve only gone a few blocks,” she whispered.

“I have a bad feeling about these guys,” Quinn said.

“Jake! Lane! Get them inside and don’t let them get too comfortable in those collars.” Jon sneered. “Keep them on edge, this one especially.” He pushed Quinn into a dark room. 

Allie found herself sprawled on the floor beside him, her ball gown tangled around her legs. She hastily covered her sai, grateful that Gregg insisted she arm herself for the evening. She couldn’t use them now—she was too weak. She would wait for the perfect moment, and hope it was enough.

Allie wasn’t at all prepared for what came next when Lane’s foot slammed into her face.

“Aw, the little princess is surprised!” he cackled. The blow shattered her jaw and blood filled her mouth, but she refused to utter a sound. He kicked her stomach with his steel-toed boots, snapping her ribs. Allie curled into a ball to protect herself.

“Don’t worry, doll, your kind heals unnaturally fast, but with that collar I promise it’ll be nice and slow.” He grinned suggestively as he pulled her up by the hair. “But we can’t be too careful. It’s best to keep you weak and injured.”

“Don’t touch her!” Quinn snarled, but Jake slammed a baseball bat into his back and proceeded to beat him for sport.

“I’ll go a little easier on you, princess.” Lane dragged her across the room. Allie choked as he backhanded her. Rage boiled inside her and she spit in his face. She couldn’t stop him, but she wasn’t about to lie down and take a beating.

He moved to strike again, but she reacted on impulse, catching his arm in mid air, but her strength just wasn’t there, and it only angered him. She paid for it with a fist to her mangled jaw. Before she collapsed in defeat, she managed to land a kick squarely in his crotch.

“You’ll pay for that, too.” He advanced on her. Her body buckled under the force of his powerful fists. He finally dragged her back to her feet, pinning her arms behind her. She was horrified when the delicate silk of her halter ripped and fell to her waist, baring her to his leering gaze.

“Well, those don’t belong on a sixteen year old.” He grinned lecherously. “You’re older, aren’t you, doll? What are you? Four, five hundred years old?”

Allie trembled in fear as he held her trapped against his chest.

“I’ll kill you for this,” she said coldly.

“Come on, doll-face. We’re just getting started.” His hands inched slowly upward. She trembled in fear of what this man might do to her.

Quinn shot across the room in outrage, knocking her to the floor. She clutched at her dress, ashamed of the angry sobs she couldn’t control.

“Don’t you dare touch her!” It took everything Quinn had, but he got his hands around Lane’s throat. Just when he was about to snap his neck, Jake’s bloodied bat crashed into Quinn’s skull with a sickening crunch. He fell in a heap without a sound. Allie scrambled to his side, wiping the blood from his face. She watched helplessly as he gasped for breath.

“That’s enough fun for now.” Ella stumbled into the room. She was barely alert, obviously still fighting the effects of the tranquilizer. “Lock them in the cellar.”

Allie struggled as Lane pulled her from Quinn’s side, locking her arms securely behind her back. She stiffened in defiance when Jon laughed at her predicament.

“How’s that arm?” She glared fiercely, holding her head high. He cradled his crushed arm in a makeshift sling. Somehow it made her feel better that she had at least put up a good fight. That wouldn’t heal easily.

“Fine, sweetheart, how’s that face?”

“This little scratch? You know, you should try fighting your own battles sometime, sweetheart.” Her bravado was totally false, but she refused to let him see she was scared out of her mind.

“Ahh, but my feisty little darling, you have the unfair advantage.”

“Tell your brainless goons to back off and I’d say we’re a pretty even match with your fancy little collar.”

“Enough! Jon. Cellar. Now!” Ella snapped.

The last of Allie’s resolve crumbled when she saw the shallow dirt hole no more than four feet wide and maybe a foot deep. Probably a secret storage space used to hide contraband goods at some distant point in the past, but it was an all too familiar sight. She’d spent a great deal of time staring at that “cellar” in her nightmares.

With a kick, Lane sent her flying headfirst into their prison. Jake dumped Quinn beside her. She choked on her screams when the familiar, half rotted door closed. They were plunged into darkness and her nightmare was alive.

“No! Please!” she shrieked, clutching the cold damp earth beneath her. She beat her fists on the door. “Please don’t!” Her heart hammered in her chest as she raked her nails across the splintered wood until her fingers were bloody nubs. 

She could hear muffled voices above, but couldn’t make out what they were saying over her sobs.

“Allie,” Quinn rasped. “Stop.” He reached to still her hands. “Don’t think about the tight space, just take long deep breaths and close your eyes.”

“Quinn?” she cried. “Where are you?” She didn’t know if she was dreaming or awake.

“I need you to keep it together, Allie.” He deftly gathered the scraps of her top and tied them in a knot at the nape of her neck. He pulled her against his chest and held her as she shook with silent sobs.

“Deep breaths.” 

“Wh-what’s happening?”

“I don’t know. We should be long gone by now; but if they plan to keep us here we might actually have a chance. Liam will be tracking us by now, but these guys don’t seem the least concerned with what our family might be capable of.”

“Shhh, listen,” he whispered. 

“What do we do now, Ella?” Jake’s voice rose loudly above their prison. “Are we really going to sit here and wait for their parents to find us?”

“I’m not concerned with a few angry parents. We have protection here. Right now we need to make a call.”

“I got it, she’ll be less pissed if I call her,” Jon said.

“I do not understand this!” Quinn shook his head in frustration. “They are too confident, like they think they can’t be touched.”

“What does that mean for us?” Allie asked.

“Nothing good.”

“She wants pictures,” Jon announced a moment later.

“Jake, open the door,” Ella snapped impatiently.

Allie flinched at the sudden bright light, growing wary when Jon approached with his phone.

“No!” Quinn hissed and they both threw their hands up to cover their faces.

“Hold them up,” Jon ordered.

She fought Lane’s tight grasp, but didn’t have the strength to resist anymore. He held her face tightly in his grasp. Her eyes teared at the shooting pain in her broken jaw. As the camera flashed, she grimaced and could only hope the image looked nothing like her. 

“This is not good.” Quinn hung his head.

“We’ll just wait for them to screw up and take advantage of the opportunity,” Allie said with more confidence than she felt.

“She’ll be here in a few hours!” Jon announced. “She’s not certain about the girl, but the fact that she is a powerful unknown has her intrigued. The boy could prove to be useful too. He’s not on record, either.”

“We need to keep moving, it’s not safe here,” Lane said nervously.

“No need,” Ella said. “Our tracks have been covered by a friend to the Coalition. He keeps this place secured for our use. Even if their parents do manage to come looking, they’ll never find us here.”

“They don’t know we have Liam,” Allie said triumphantly.

“Unless their guy’s gift trumps his,” Quinn muttered. “At the very least, we seem to have a few hours. That might give us just enough time to figure out a plan B.”

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They grew quiet as the hours passed; each lost in their own thoughts, but Allie couldn’t stop worrying about Vince.

Is he even alive? Was Aidan able to save him? Who is this Livia chick and why is she so interested in me? I’m nobody?

“Who is this woman?” Quinn growled, his thoughts mirroring her own.

“I don’t know, but she terrifies me.”

“We have to get out of here before she shows up. I have a bad feeling about her.”

“I have to get this collar off now! I could lead Aidan right to us!”

“Your connection is that strong?”

“Since the very beginning.”

“Even this far?” 

“Even from Paris,” she whispered.

“Allie, they can’t know how powerful you are! How did I let this happen?” He slammed the door with his fist.

“It’s my fault. It was stupid of me to leave the gardens like that.”

“Why were you in the alley? Why didn’t you just—oh. You saw us?”

“Yeah, I saw you, but I should have known better than to walk down a dark alley in the city by myself late at night. It was beyond stupid. I just didn’t want to disturb you.”

“I promised Sasha when she was thirteen I would take her to the Junior Ball. She was convinced no one would ask her because she was already so tall.” He smiled at the memory. “I should have known we’d end up getting too close again. But I wanted to keep my promise.”

“You love her, don’t you?” Allie was still astonished she’d never seen it. It was so obvious.

“More than she could possibly know, but we make the worst couple. We get way too hot and heavy, way too fast, until something stupid sets us off and we fight like we want to kill each other. We’re better as friends. I believe you might know what that’s like.”

“I’m familiar,” she said dryly.

“I envy your relationship with Vince. I’ve tried to date mortals, but it’s just so different. I guess it’s easier for you. He has to be like an escape.”

“It’s too dangerous for him,” she choked. “Right before they collared us, I saw what was delaying Aidan. It was Vince—he must have gotten mixed up in the confusion.”

“The gunshots! That’s why you screamed.”

“He was dying, Quinn!”

“No. Aidan wouldn’t let him die, not knowing what it would do to you. He’d move heaven and earth to save you that kind of pain.”

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CHAPTER

FORTY-ONE

Allie quailed at the sound of screeching hinges and saw Lane peering down at them.

“Hey Jake, they look a little too comfortable.” He pulled Allie to her feet. The sudden movement sent a wave of agony through her.

“Time for round two.” Jake reached for Quinn.

She resisted as long as she could, but the second beating was so much worse than the first.

Lane pawed at her through the tattered remains of her dress. It went on forever, until he finally tossed her back into the cellar. She fell with a thud, gasping for breath. Quinn’s trembling hand caught hers, as much to give comfort as to receive it.

Allie’s eyes swelled shut, and she lost track of her injuries. She was weak and starving. Her hopes of rescue were fading fast. 

“We have to run,” Quinn rasped. “We are too weak to fight. When I give you the signal, run until you feel someone familiar. They’re out there. They have to be.”

“Wait! Who’s that?” Allie felt the presence of a powerful Immortal approaching.

“Livia is Immortal?”

“What does that mean?” she asked.

“We’re screwed.”

“Not necessarily,” Livia said softly from above. “Just don’t cause me any trouble.”

“Get on with it, Jon!” she snarled, her heels clacking on the aged wooden floor.

“Will you help us?” Quinn asked.

“Be patient and cooperative, and if you prove useful and loyal, you may find life with the Coalition isn’t quite the atrocity you’ve been raised to believe.”

Allie winced at the sudden brightness when Lane opened the door and hefted her to her feet. She promptly collapsed. Running was not an option. 

Livia was a striking woman, slim with a hard edge. She looked at home in her well-worn fatigues with a pair of magnetized weapons tucked at her waist. The hilt of a dagger peeked from her right boot. Her dark ebony hair was pulled back from her face, revealing the perfection of her olive complexion. Her silvery gray eyes were startlingly cold and distant, but oddly familiar. An almost forgotten memory flashed in Allie’s mind. She’d seen this woman once before in New Zealand. The next day, they’d moved to Sydney.

Livia is not to be feared,
a familiar voice echoed in her mind.
Never underestimate her, but do not fear her.

Navid?
She knew he was Immortal, but was he a telepath? How could he speak to her through the effects of the collar?

Help me, please! What do I do?

You must reach Aidan
—his voice faltered as if it took a great effort to reach her.

Livia circled Allie and Quinn, staring at them with her cold calculating gray eyes. “You are a powerful girl.” She crouched beside Allie. “And that hair…is so familiar.” She shook her head in confusion. “How did two such strong, young Immortals allow themselves to be captured?” She drew the wicked looking dagger from her boot.

“Bad luck.” Quinn eyed her warily.

“Tell me. How did you come to be in possession of this necklace?” Livia traced the point of her blade along the curve of Allie’s throat, lifting the glittering teardrop pendant.

“I-it’s my mother’s.”

“That’s not possible.” Livia frowned, standing to her considerable height. “Jon, take these collars off! I need to test them. You know very well it takes young ones longer to recover.”

“They’re both incredibly strong—the boy can disappear. I thought it best not to take any chances.”

“Disappear?” she smiled. “My father will certainly find you useful, young man. Separate them and I’ll be back in a few hours.”

“Liv, let’s get on with this and get out of here,” Jon argued.

“I won’t make any decisions until I know for certain.”

“Is this the girl?” he asked.

“Possibly. I won’t know until I test her.”

I’ve got at least a few hours to get this situation under control!
Allie took a shaky breath.
If we’re still here when she comes back, we’re screwed.
Lane shoved her into a large room, leering as he took his time removing the heavy collar. As soon as the wretched thing was off, she limped away. Lane lounged in a chair by the door watching her every move. The room had high ceilings, exposed beams, and one large window. If she could get up there for a better look, she’d have more information on their location. 

“Relax, doll,” Lane drawled. “I’ll be right here until she gets back, so don’t think you can pull anything on me.”

Allie continued her pacing. She was no longer limping. She wouldn’t heal properly for hours yet—possibly days, but the pain was diminishing.

As she paced, she thought about Livia. An Immortal working for the Coalition of her own free will—in charge, no less! The whole situation went against everything she knew about them.

Allie’s power flared in her chest, but she just couldn’t grasp it.

Lane, bored with scrutinizing her every movement, lounged back and dozed.

She moved quickly. Gathering her skirt, she jumped, kicking her bare foot against the brick wall to propel her up to the rafters where she landed feet first. She paused only long enough to take in the scenery. The river was much closer than she thought and a pungent briny scent hung in the air. There was a salt distribution center on the opposite bank. She dropped back to the floor, landing in a crouch before Lane even knew what she’d done. The simple task left her exhausted.

If Liam couldn’t find them, she knew she could guide Aidan here. If only she could reach him! Navid was right; it was their best chance. How he knew about Aidan or her gift, she’d have to contemplate later. She sat back in a corner and focused on their connection, but she only felt a haunting, echoing silence. As much as they complained about the lack of privacy, this link was part of them now and she couldn’t give it up.

“Keep trying to reach your power, little girl,” Lane taunted. “You and I both know you’re too weak.” He yawned.

Allie closed her eyes. Taking deep breaths, she concentrated on breaching the barrier that separated their minds. Finally, calmness eluded her completely and in a fit of frustration, she screamed. She threw a mental temper tantrum in the corner of her mind that belonged to her best friend until something finally gave way. He was there in a whirl, their terrified thoughts mingling.

Allie!

We don’t have time!
she shrieked in a combination of panic and euphoria.

Slow down and give me everything. Liam can’t find you! Something has him blocked!

She emphasized the importance of their brief window of opportunity and followed it with every thought she had since this whole nightmare began. Neither spoke as she flooded him with information, giving him everything he needed to find them. It was as easy as transferring files from one computer to another.

You’re somewhere near the Flats. We can be there in a few minutes! 

Twenty long minutes passed until she could sense the familiar Immortals circling the building. Liam, George, Scott, and Darius were with Gregg, Jin Jing, and Daniel. She breathed a sigh of relief that none of the Complements were together tonight.

Scott won’t let me out of the car, but I’m close. Liam and Darius will come straight for you, but the others will focus on your captors.

Allie was distracted by the sound of metal ripping from hinges and she knew her family had arrived. 

Lane crossed the room and hauled her to her feet. “We’re leaving.” His eyes darted around fearfully.

While he was distracted, she pulled her sai from the sheath under her dress. 

“Whoa, what you got there, girl?” he drawled, taking careful aim. “It seems some friends of yours have arrived; but I promise I don’t have a problem shooting a girl who can’t die, so put those things away and come with me. You’re my ticket outta here.”

“I don’t think so.” Allie whirled into her best roundhouse, knocking the gun from his grasp. “How
dare
you touch me?” She crept closer, reaching for her solar gift, but not embracing it. “I should kill you!” She roared triumphantly when she saw something distinctly different in her gift and grasped hold of it successfully. She directed a flow of raw energy into Lane. He twitched violently as if electrocuted. His body jerked and sizzled, but she hesitated pushing her new weapon any further. Instead, she let him fall to the floor with a groan. His hair singed and the soles of his boots melted.

“Allie!” Liam burst into the room with Darius in tow. The heavy wooden door splintered in their rush to get to her.

“Liam!” She lunged for him.

“God, Allie? What have they done to you?” Darius growled.

A loud crack sounded and a searing pain ripped through her shoulder. She staggered against Liam, dazed by the gunshot.

Allie! What’s—
Aidan’s terrified voice faded for a second time that night as she fell to the floor. Liam charged past her in a cold fury. The others rushed in at the sound of gunfire.

“That girl is my family!” He advanced on Lane. “Did you do this to her?” he demanded. When another shot fired, Liam barely grunted, completely nonplussed by the bullet in his arm.

Lane’s eyes widened in alarm as Liam continued his advance. “Hey, I-I shot you!”

“Why is her dress in shreds?” Liam snarled, a look of pained concentration on his face.

“I shot you!”

“Did you touch her? Did he touch you, Allie?” he asked, and her eyes filled with tears. “Big mistake.” He grabbed Lane by the throat.

Allie watched as the focused look fell from his face and Liam released his control, allowing his poison to crush his victim. Lane’s eyes bulged, the whites turning blood red. His mouth opened in a silent scream as he gurgled on the bloody foam oozing from his mouth. His body seized violently from the lethal poison Liam projected at will. He dropped Lane in a shriveled heap where he continued to convulse. She could see Liam’s power diminish as the effects of the magnetic bullet finally hit him.

He turned to gather Allie in his arms. Lifting a trembling hand to her wound, she felt the magnetized bullet scrape her shoulder. It didn’t go all the way through and the tiny shards were like blistering hot needles inside her. She almost fainted.

“It’s alright, little one. I’ve got you.”

A surge of emotion for Liam suddenly gripped her. “You’re my brother.” She gaped in awe at the realization.

“It’s about time you figured that out.” He turned to join the others.

I have a brother? How did I not see it before?

“No!” Liam stumbled and nearly dropped her. “Not now!”

“It’s Livia! She’s back!” Allie choked as a terrible gut-wrenching wail pierced the night.

Still clutched in his arms, they rushed from the room where they found Jon and Ella safely under Gregg’s control. They lay with their hands and feet bound by his magnetic gift, but Jake was gone.

Daniel’s shriek cut right through Allie.

“Where are they, Liam?” Gregg asked, prepared for action.

“I’m afraid I won’t know until I get this bullet out of my arm. I’m so sorry, Daniel, Jin—I fought off the effects as long as I could. If I’d known…”

“Daniel? Where’s Quinn?” Allie’s voice trembled. She felt lightheaded from the loss of blood.

“He’s gone,” he said hoarsely, his shoulders slumping in defeat.

“There was so much chaos,” Imogen said. “We heard the shots and we all came running. The other guy just skated right past us with Quinn.”

“No!” Allie sobbed. “He’s not gone!”

“It doesn’t make any sense!” Gregg growled. “It’s like Quinn used his gift against us!”

“Where’s my son!” Daniel roared, lunging for Jon, clutching his throat.

“Back down, my friend,” Gregg said gently.

“They are responsible for the loss of my son! You can’t tell me you wouldn’t crush this piece of filth if it was Aidan!”

“I would hope that if it were my child, my friend would talk me out of doing something I would regret.”

“We have to go, son,” Jin whispered. “Do what you have to do, and let’s go. Quinn needs us.”

“Aye, alter their memories, Daniel,” Gregg said. “I’m afraid there’s nothing we can do for Quinn right now, but we’ll regroup at the safe house and decide on a course of action.” He turned and left the room. Everyone was silently, but clearly instructed to follow.

Before Allie could blink, Liam had her tucked in the back of an SUV wrapped in Aidan’s arms, speeding away from her prison. 

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