The Death Series: A Dark Dystopian Fantasy Box Set: (Books 1-3) (32 page)

A knife glinted in the dark and sailed out toward my zombie, embedding itself thickly in his neck, but not severing, black blood flying outward and hitting everything in its path.

Bry was lying motionless on the ground. Gun-Holder had his arm around Jonesy’s neck, and he was making steady progress toward Jade and me. Jonesy flailed and kicked, but he was no match for the bigger man.

Don't give up.

My zombie was slowing down, each wound more grievous than the last.

I need more zombies.

As if on deadly cue, Tiff and I got busy with a few more as Parker grabbed Tiff by her hood and zombies poured from the ground.

Gun-Holder stopped in his tracks, Jonesy giving him hell.

“Hold still or I'll choke you into unconsciousness, shithead.”

Jonesy did.

But he wouldn't do what he was told for long, he wasn't big on obedience.

There were several zombies and now Parker held onto Tiff like a deathline. He sucked off our power, adding his to ours, it was numbing me.

The zombies looked at me, then turned to Parker.

Parker straightened and announced, “I am master here.”

The zombies moved toward Parker.

I jerked Tiff just about off her feet and slung her to my left and away from Parker.

“Stop!” I flung out to them.

They turned to me and Tiff, some without eyes, staring darkly at the two of us.

Parker looked at me. “This won’t work. I’m more powerful than you, more experienced. You cannot prevail.”

Never give up.

I turned with Tiff, launching ourselves at Jade, running to the zombie with the knife in its neck. The first to answer our call. We made it to her, and I clutched her hand tightly. The three of us weaved our way through the zombies.

“Stop them!” Parker yelled, running after us.

I reached my zombie just as Man-Three was raising a knife to plunge the blade into my zombie’s head. I let go of the girl’s hands and grabbed Man-Three’s wrist, stopping the knife from lowering.

His eyes widened. I wasn't as strong as he was, but I'd startled him, the element of surprise was enough.

My zombie snaked out a hand and grasped my free hand. Only the three of us were connected: the gun man, the zombie, and me.

I thought,
Die.

For a heartbeat, nothing happened. Then, Man-Three started shrieking, great gulping screams, one after another, as my power took from him.... and gave to the zombie.

The scene was a movie in reverse. The gaping hole in the zombie’s chest began filling in, the skin knitting together right before my eyes. His cheeks puffed out a little, no longer sunken. His gaze steadied on me.

I looked at Man-Three. His expression was a rictus of horror. The light in his eyes was fading.

“Caleb, what are you doing?” Parker asked in a near whisper.

“Killing him,” I replied in a fugue.

It felt good. My zombie was mending itself, and the bad guy, the
very
bad guy, would... be gone
.

“Caleb!” Tiff shrieked.

“Huh?” I turned my head toward her, feeling as if I were moving underwater.

“Stop! You're killing him!”

I looked back at Man-Three. She was right. I released the two, reluctantly. I tried to feel bad about almost killing the guy who had put a gun barrel to Tiff's head, but I just couldn't work up to it.
.

Jade ran over to me and pressed her face against my chest. Over her head, I glared at Gun-Holder, who still had the choke hold on Jonesy. I could feel the presence of my healed zombie behind me, ready to obey my command.

“Let him go,” I told Gun-Holder.

Ten zombies looked in my direction. If he didn’t let Jonesy go, I could make him.

Parker took a step forward. “Don't. It'll be a stalemate.” His voice held a slight tremor.

Something had taken that arrogance down a notch. The life-suck thing. I was sure
that
was not covered under the five-point standard. I held Jade tighter.

Parker cleared his throat. “We raised this group together. We both control them.”

I nodded at Jonesy. “Let him go or we'll see who owns who,” I told Parker.

Parker twitched a finger. Gun-Holder gave a disgusted grunt then released Jonesy, shoving him to the side.

“Douche,” Jonesy muttered. He walked over to Sophie and gave her a hug. Their two-inch height difference allowed her curly hair to swarm around his like an embracing halo.

Gun-Holder spoke into his mike, and the chopper noise became louder. They had something up their sleeves. Parker stepped forward.

I instinctively moved back, taking Jade with me. “Don't get any closer, Parker.”

Gun-Holder reached out as if to grab Jonesy again. Jonesy tried to dodge, but the man got his hands on Sophie instead and ripped her out of Jonesy’s arms.

“No!” Jonesy roared.

Gun-holder tucked her under his arm and ran for the ropes hanging from the chopper. Jonesy followed.

“Jonesy, no!” I yelled.

Of course, Jonesy didn't listen.

Sophie was too stunned at first to believe that she was being carried like a sack of potatoes toward a government helicopter.

She began to fight in earnest, bucking and thumping her fists on Gun-Holder's back.

Jonesy was fast, overtaking Gun-Holder, who was weighed down with a body to carry. Both of them reached the ropes at the same time. Gun-Holder grabbed a rope with his free hand. Jonesy leaped forward and managed to get hold of Sophie's wrists.

Power surged in a blooming arc all around us. A brilliant light strobed, then the big spider in the sky began to fall, dropping toward us in a black rush of crashing branches and trees.

The blades of the chopper cut great swaths in the sky, slowing down but coming closer. I ran with Jade and Tiff back to where Bry and John were. When we got there, I turned in time to see Jonesy drag Sophie to safety just as a chopper blade embedded itself into the ground inches from where they had been. It was a guillotine meant for harm, two feet behind Jonesy, spearing a tombstone, which disintegrated on contact, shards of marble flying through the night like tiny missiles of destruction, the ground shaking with the force of impact.

Parker and the other two men had scattered. I took stock of the group: Bry and John on the ground, Jade and Tiff with me, a grubby and tired Jonesy with Sophie. My human-looking zombie stood nearby with his gaze on me, seeming completely unconcerned with the mayhem going on around us.

Parker called out, “We're not done here, Caleb Hart.”

“Yeah, we are!” I shouted back. I turned to Tiff.

“Let's put him back before Parker gets his crap together.”

She took my hand. We all looked at my zombie, who stood unblinking, staring at me.

Unnerving.

“Rest,” I said, unfurling that power again, just a stab of it directed at the zombie.

He lingered, staring, and for one awful moment, I thought maybe I'd used up all my juice for the day. But then he turned and ran gracefully on his fully formed legs. His grave opened like a crater to receive him. It swallowed him whole, and the ground closed over him like a giant mouth.

I paused for a surreal second. “Let's go,” I said quietly.

Parker watched us. The zombies around him stood like a small forest of corpse-trees, unmoving. He could lay them to rest. Besides, he said we were part owner
.

Let him figure it out.

The government men seemed stunned as they searched the ground near the downed chopper. I realized they were probably looking for their weapons.
Time to get going.

Bry struggled to sit up. “Tell me to stay behind next time.”

Tiff said, “Let's go,
right now
!”

We hightailed it out of there, the graveyard and its inhabitants at our backs.

CHAPTER 32

Our bikes stood at attention, hidden in the bushes at the beginning of a little used dirt road, which fed to the paved road. Instead of a clean escape a cop car stood parked, lights out, idling softly.

Jonesy swore with real feeling.

A dome light appeared inside as the driver's side door opened. A cop climbed out and shut the door.
Garcia.

“Great, we're screwed,” Bry said thickly. “He's in it with
them
.”

Jade swayed a little, and I held her closer.

John said, “I don't want to be
his
bitch, either.”

It was bad when John was swearing. “We're not going to be any kind of slaves for anybody,” I said, stepping forward.

Garcia surprised us all by running forward and asking, “You guys hurt?”

We said nothing.

He sighed. “Listen, I don't have a lot of time here. They're calling in reinforcements as we speak. I have to get you kids out of here and somewhere safe.”

“Wait a sec,” Jonesy said. “We thought you were with them.” He jerked his head in the direction of the graveyard we'd just escaped.

“The Graysheets? Hell, no. I'm deep undercover, but I won't be if we don't get your butts out of here.”

“Okay,” I said, feeling as though I didn’t have much choice.

“What about our bikes?” John asked.

“Leave them,” Garcia said. “We'll get them later, or somebody will.”

We piled into the cop car, all the girls stacked on top of us. Onyx, who had been oddly silent, jumped in last and crouched on the console between the front seats.

Garcia got in, and put the squad car in drive. He looked at Onyx, who wagged his tail. Garcia just shook his head at the dog and got rolling, the gravel crunching under the wheels of his cruiser.

We left the graveyard, surrendering our anonymity forever.

***

“So what's going on?” I asked

Garcia stared ahead at the road for a minute. “Where to begin?” he said almost to himself. He shook his head.

Our group, with the Weller kids bashed up again, sat waiting to hear why he had the good fortune to be cop-on-the-spot. Even Onyx was looking at Garcia.

“Let's get where we're going, then we can talk.”

“No, I don't want to go to someplace you want. I have a place that we know is safe.”

“Not the hideaway, Caleb. Maybe he can't be trusted,” John said.

“Yeah, the hideaway, John. You think we can't take care of things if something happens?” I asked him. I turned back to Garcia, who did a quick check of my expression. “We have a place you can take us where we feel safe.”

“I'll have to pulse Bobbi,” he said.

“Gale?” My face was one Fat Dirty Look.

“Yes, Officer Gale,” he said, noting my expression. “I guess I deserve that.”

“No offense, but adults aren't really on our trust list right now,” John said.

“Fair enough,” Garcia responded.

I gave him directions, and he used his car-pulse to let Gale know where we'd be. We all pulsed our parents to check in, but we didn’t tell them much.

Gale met us there in her civilian car, looking very weird in her regular clothes. I thought it was a little like meeting your teacher in the grocery store.

We piled out of the car, stiff from being crammed together. I did a secret scan of Jade, making sure she was okay. The cemetery had been a true threat—a threat to our freedom and in the end, our lives.

Garcia and Gale seemed amused by our breaking and entering of the old dump station. I thought for sure they'd be mad, but Garcia said it was a clever contingency plan.

“You kids were thinking ahead after all,” he said, looking around our hideaway.

“This is totally
not
safe,” Bobbi Gale said, gesturing at the uneven metal ceiling above our heads.

John replied, “It's been this way for ten years.”

The place was cramped with so many people, but we pulled up the milk crates and other things we collected for chairs, and managed to get a little comfortable. John lit the propane lamp. A total throw-back but it worked.

“My mom's old camping gear,” Jonesy said.

“Better not use it for long in this enclosed space,” Gale said. “It can get pretty toxic.”

“We know,” John said. “We'll replace it with LEDs when we get the big bucks.”

“Now,” Garcia said, “why don’t you boys tell us what happened?”

I related all the events of the evening from the beginning, with the others filling in some details. When I finished, the cops were thoughtful, their silence filling the space.

“That seems off to me,” Gale said. “The Graysheets take all that time to acquire Caleb and blow it with a state-of-the-art helicopter dying?” He turned to Jonesy.

“Tell us again exactly what you did, Jonesy.”

Jonesy animatedly told the story of how he’d rescued Sophie from Gun-Holder. “And then the helicopter just stopped working and crashed. Soph and I almost got chopped!” Jonesy did a judo-chop to his hand, the smacking sound echoing.

“My car died about the time I heard the crash,” Garcia said.

“It was idling when we saw you,” Sophie said.

Garcia nodded. “Yeah, just at that moment, I finally got it started. I was getting worried about how we'd get out of there.”

Something occurred to me. “John, you must have been holding back huge.”

John nodded. “It was all I could do when Parker started his bullshit,” John said.

“Yeah, Parker is a disappointment,” Garcia said.

“Ya think?” Jonesy asked. “
He
turned out to be a monkey's ass.”

Gale laughed. “You guys sure have a way with colorful wording.” She gestured at Tiff and Bry.

“Yeah, Parker is a disappointment,” Garcia agreed.

“I brought a first-aid kit to take care of you two.” She held up a small box with a red and white cross emblazoned on the front.

“I'll live,” Bry said, his face telling a different tale.

“Come on Bry,” Tiff said. “The parents aren't gonna buy us continuing to get beat up.”

Sighing, Bry went over to Gale and plopped down on the crate beside her. “I got in a couple of good ones, ya know.”

“He was an adult, a bad one,” Garcia said. “You're lucky he didn't clean your clock.”

All of us looked at him. “Sorry: a thorough job of beating the snot out of someone,” he clarified.

“Eloquent, Raul,” Gale laughed.

“So now what?” I asked. “It's obvious they want me. They put spy crap in my house, so now they know I can raise zombies and I'm a full-on five-point.”

“I think what really needs to be addressed, Caleb, is what you did out there to the government guy,” Gale said, dabbing antiseptic at the corner of Bry's eye. “That's not part of any five-point I've heard of. The scientists have theorized about that possibility, but they've never had any proof.”

“You mean Caleb suckin' the life out of a bad-ass then juicing up his zombie?” Jonesy asked.

Garcia chuckled. “Yes, I think that's what Officer Gale was getting at.”

Her eyes swept to me. “That will make you even more of a threat.”

“Does that mean you're a six-point?” Jade asked, through the veil of her hair.

She was cuddled up next to me, more on my crate than hers. I leaned over and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.

“I doubt it,” I said. “I can't be a first anything.”

“I'm AFTD, Caleb, and I know there is not one documented case of life transference,” Gale said. “Not one.”

Garcia sighed. “I guess your best protection is your father, Caleb. He’s famous, so his son disappearing would be a big deal.”

“Those guys didn't seem to care,” John said.

“Our source tells us they want to do some experiments, that they're not ready to take you forever,” Garcia said.

“Gee, that’s comforting,” Jade said.

“Those dicks don't get to have Caleb,” Jonesy said.

“Yeah, what he said,” Bry agreed.

Of course I agreed.

“How did Parker go from being like Caleb to working with them?” Sophie asked.

Garcia shrugged. “We don't know what's happened these last ten years, what kind of things he has been through. It's anyone's guess.”

“What was his family life like?” I asked

“It was bad,” Gale said. “Sort of the opposite of yours. There was no one to advocate for Jeffrey Parker.”

“So he's a tragic figure now?” Sophie said, arms crossed over her chest. “I don't know if I buy that. He’s an adult. Doesn't he have a responsibility to choose the right thing now?”

“Who knows? Maybe they brainwashed him,” Jonesy said.

“It doesn't matter,” Bry said. “Caleb's AFTD, and so is Tiff. Parker was going to hurt his own kind. He's shit. I don't care what way you color it. He's made his choice.”

Garcia said, “We need to get these guys at their own game.”

“You called them 'Graysheets.' What does that mean?” I asked.

“That’s just a nickname Officer Gale and I gave them,” Garcia said.

“What does it mean, though?”

“It means that they don't understand black and white, right and wrong.”

“Well, okay, that’s the gray,” John said. “What about the sheet part?

“I got it!” Jonesy said. “They cover things up!” He air-pumped his fist with enthusiasm.

I shook my head, and checked my watch. A small web of cracks marred the face.

Jonesy leaned over to look. “Ah-man, that sucks donkey dicks,” Jonesy said.

John said. “Maybe a jeweler could fix it.”

I shook my head. “Right, like anyone even has these anymore.”

Garcia said, “My dad had one of those! Is it a winder?”

“It was,” I said.

Garcia picked up my wrist, moving it beside his ear. “It's still ticking, buddy.”

Gale said, “I think I've patched up these guys as good as they're going to get.”

“You look like a pack of gnomes jumped you,” Jonesy said.

“On your face,” John added.

Tiff gave a small shiver. “Gnomes are creepers.”

I looked at her in surprise. The unflappable Tiff—scared of gnomes?

“Let's get you guys home,” Garcia said.

“What's the plan?” I asked.

“You're going to speak with your dad.”

“He's going to be righteously pissed,” Jonesy said.

“Yeah. He'll be mad because I was screwing around in cemeteries,” I said, dreading the whole thing.

“You're AFTD,” Gale said. “That's like telling a fish not to swim.”

“You're not the kid of a 'famous scientist',” I said with airquotes.

“Are you complaining? Seriously, I thought your dad is cool?” Sophie asked.

“He is,” I sighed. “I just haven't been what my parents expected, I think.”

“But you're hell on zombies!” Jonesy said.

Gale added, “A talent of your magnitude could help many people, Caleb.  We recruit people who test as sensitive to traumatic death.”

“I read in some AFTD blog that you can be a one-point and sense traumatic-death,” Tiff said.

“Can
you
?” I asked her.

“I can sense the dead.”

“All AFTDs can sense the dead. The difference is some are sensitive to the
cause
of death,” Gale said getting up to leave.

We moved through the tunnel and exited through the freezer. I breathed in the cool night air. The sky was filled with stars tossed like diamonds on black velvet.

Jade admired the view alongside me. “I'm glad to be alive.”

I looked down at her. “I wouldn't let anything happen to you.”

She smiled. “I know. It was scary, but we survived it.”

“Damn straight.” I put my arm around her shoulders and gave her a squeeze.

As we walked to the cars, Gale said, “I'll take the girls home.”

A sense of dread spread through my gut. I didn't want Jade out of my sight. I wanted to see her safely inside her house with my own eyes.

I tried for casual. “I told her aunt I'd walk her home.... how ’bout you take Tiff and Bry home. John and Jonesy live next to each other, so they can ride with you, too.”

“Okay,” Gale said. “Weller kids, Jonesy, John, follow me,”

Jonesy turned around and waved at Sophie. “See ya, Soph!”

She waved back, looking pleased. Jonesy obviously had the hots for Sophie, and the feeling was mutual. Onyx ran over to the cruiser and hopped in the front seat. Jade and I got in the backseat, while Sophie slid in beside Onyx.

I leaned forward and asked, “What about McGraw?”

Garcia was silent for a heartbeat then said, “He's on the take. He's the eyes and ears for the Graysheets, Caleb.”