IT WAS EVENING. Jeffrey, Christopher, and I had taken shelter inside the Resistance hideout away from the commotion of the Center. None of us had any idea if Jeremiah or the Screven soldiers knew where the hideout was, but with most of the essential players caught, I didn’t expect anyone to come by to look for us any time soon.
Jeffrey had driven the truck of explosives and I had taken the other vehicle with Christopher. We had parked them at the side of the building, hoping they remained inconspicuous.
The three of us sat at the table where we had the meeting earlier. Christopher rested his head in his arms as Jeffrey simply stared down, lost in his thoughts. My head felt like it was going to explode. Normally I would just think it was a migraine coming on, but I knew it was the virus making its way through my brain. I was coming to the point where I would begin to lose it. From what I had seen before, I knew the virus slowly took over the body, leaving the victim immobilized long before it actually killed him or her. Though I was the only one infected, Christopher and I shared the pain. I hoped I wouldn’t be immobilized for a few more hours.
Jeffrey finally looked up at me. “I know what you can do,” he said. “I know you can see people. I know everything.”
I said nothing, waiting for him to continue.
He looked back down at the table. “You need to watch the others. Go to a room by yourself if you have to. Find out what’s going on. Once you know what’s happening, we can make a better plan.”
He was right. I was actually glad that he already knew about my abilities. It meant I didn’t have to concoct an excuse whenever I had to shut my eyes, no doubt making weird faces in reaction to the things I saw. I nodded at him and stood from my seat. For a brief second, I blacked out and had to hold the table to steady myself. Once my vision cleared, I nodded at Christopher.
“Make sure he’s doing okay,” I said. “Just keep an eye on him.”
Jeffrey agreed, and I left the room.
I didn’t know where I was going. There was no real reason for me to leave except for the possibility that I might have something to say to Connor. Often times these little exchanges could get emotional. I didn’t want Jeffrey staring at me while my mind was off in another place.
I walked down a hallway and contemplated going into one of the other rooms, but finally decided to just sit on the floor against the wall. As I rested my head against the stone, I thought about all of those that were captured. I wanted and needed to see all of them, but I didn’t know where to start.
The first to come to my mind was Connor, because he hadn’t actually killed Allison like he was supposed to. It definitely looked like he tried, but I didn’t know if it was good enough for the aggressive Trace who didn’t seem to care if Connor lived or not.
I could tell that Connor sensed me when my consciousness started to look over him. He sat alone on a bed in a tiny room, weaponless. He wasn’t tied or chained, so perhaps he wasn’t in trouble.
“What’s happening?” I ask him out loud.
Connor stood from the bed and walked over to the door. He opened it a couple of inches to peek out and see if anyone might be listening. When he was satisfied, he closed the door and walked back to the bed.
“Trace didn’t like the fact that Allison was still alive,” he said. “But everything changed when Evelyn came out into the open. It was as if they had scored some major victory.”
“That they did,” I said. “Evelyn has been Jeremiah’s rival for a long time. I just learned of this recently. They have a past.”
“Really? That makes sense then. They kept saying that Jeremiah would be pleased to hear about this. Then they told me to stay in here. I fear they have no more use for me now that they have Allison and Evelyn.”
“I’m still out here,” I said. “I’m Jeremiah’s enemy too.”
“I’m afraid Evelyn trumps you,” Connor answered.
“If it can keep you alive, use me. Tell them you know where I am and you can bring me out to capture me. I know Jeremiah still sees me as a threat.”
“We will see,” Connor said. “I wish I were with you.”
I almost said the same, but I wouldn’t have meant it. Of course I wanted nothing more than to have Connor with me, but I didn’t want him to know about the virus. I didn’t want him to see me die that way. I couldn’t help but think it was crazy that when I had finally decided that I loved Connor, I had been given a death sentence by a blinking red light.
“My time left at the Center is short,” he said. “They will decide to get rid of me soon enough. I’m going to see what I can do about getting the others out. If I can manage to release Danny and Heather, we might actually be able to start something here. Their capture might be the best thing that could have happened.”
“Just be careful and don’t get yourself killed,” I said.
He smiled, staring at the wall in front of him.
“I’m still going to try and find a way into the Center,” I said. “I don’t know how, but if you aren’t able to get them out, Christopher, Jeffrey, and I might be the only chance of ending this.”
“I don’t know how you’ll manage that,” Connor said. “This place is locked down tight. The only reason I think I might be able to get the others out is because Jeremiah and his hunters somewhat trust me right now. But like I said, that could change very soon.”
“Maybe I will see you on the inside,” I said.
“I hope so.”
I left Connor to be alone in the room and my next target was Evelyn. Her hands were tied behind her back and she sat alone in a room in one of two chairs. I watched for several long minutes before anyone came in. It was a Screven guard. He instructed her to stand so he could check her for weapons.
“I’ve already been searched,” she said.
The guard didn’t respond as he patted her down. She looked at him in disgust as he touched her all over. Once the guard left, she sat and waited a couple of more minutes. Finally, the door opened again. This time, it was Jeremiah that walked through.
Evelyn stiffened slightly at the sight of the man. He wore the clothes that covered him from the top of the neck, down. He still wore his hat, but his sunglasses were absent. When a guard shut the door behind him, he just stood there for a moment and smiled.
“It has been a long time, Evelyn,” he said. He took a step forward and sat in the chair a few feet in front of her. His jaw clenched several times as he looked her up and down. “You’ve aged.”
“That’s what happens, I guess,” she said.
“You’ve aged well,” he said.
“I suppose prisoners are keeping your skin healthy,” she said. “Still got a taste for human flesh?” She shook her head. “Of course you do. That’s why you’re still alive.”
“You know you’ve lost, right?” he said to her.
“You’ve thought this before,” she answered back.
“Yes, but this time you don’t have a Starborn that can teleport you out of here,” he said. “I have to admit, I never expected that to happen. You made me look like a fool. But I knew I would see you again someday. I have to admit though, I didn’t expect something this elaborate.”
Evelyn just stared at him.
“This revolution,” he said. “The Starborns. It was all you. Because of you, I am dealing with uprisings from Sudyka to Seymour. To think that you even had a hand in the skirmishes in my own city…you are impressive.” He shakes his head and smiles. “It almost makes it a shame to have to kill you. I’ve never faced such an adversary.”
“Killing me won’t stop the Resistance,” she said.
“I suppose you’re referring to your prodigy, Mora?” he asked.
Again, Evelyn didn’t reply to him.
Jeremiah held up a finger. “The moment Krindle talked to me about Mora and Aaron wanting to call themselves the Starborn, I knew that you had something to do with it because Starborn wasn’t a common name among people with special abilities. I was the one who came up with that term.” He shook his head. “When I kissed your hand, you saw everything, didn’t you? You saw the beginning up until that moment. You had seen what I had become; you knew my plans, my intentions. You even knew about the Starborn. Tell me, why did you keep the name? Why didn’t you change it to something else?”
Evelyn shook her head and shrugged. “I believe you came up with the name when you were once a human being and not the monster you are now. It was a name of power, maybe even of hope. I think the concept once fascinated you and you truly had dreams of helping the world.”
“That all sounds nice, but it isn’t true.”
“It is,” she said. “You’ve forgotten. I’ve seen your entire life. I know what used to drive you. When you were young, you wanted fame and recognition. As you got older, you knew you could get that if you truly discovered something great. But it was something that would have to change the world. Change how humanity lived. Your vaccine backfired. Your quest to find immortality became about you and your sickness instead of helping the world.”
“Stop talking,” Jeremiah said.
“You did change the world, I’ve got to give you that,” she said. “Of course, you changed it by killing billions of people…”
“Quiet!” Jeremiah yelled. His face started to turn red. “The only reason you’re alive right now is because you’re bluffing about having a healer.”
“Bluffing? I’m not bluffing.”
“Then where is this person?”
“He’s in Screven,” she answered.
Jeremiah’s eyes went wide.
“But you will never find him unless I tell you where he is,” she said.
Of course, she didn’t know where he was exactly, but she knew she had to buy some time. Perhaps even buy the others’ release.
“Mora has him, doesn’t she?”
“Perhaps.”
“She is a powerful Starborn, but she won’t be able to carry on your revolution,” he said.
Evelyn looked down at the floor. I knew she had to be thinking about the fact that I had been infected. And I knew there was no way she was going to tell Jeremiah this.
“Mora has more drive than I ever did,” Evelyn said. “You took everything away from her. Then in your sick, twisted way, you were able to make her come begging for your help. That is, until I showed her the truth. She has seen everything you’ve done. She knows all about you. More importantly, she knows that you were the one who sent the greyskins to her village six years ago. She knows that you are responsible. She’s angrier than I am, and her anger is fresher. Not to mention she is much more powerful than any Starborn I’ve seen. If she comes face to face with you again, you won’t stand a chance.”
Jeremiah said nothing to this. He only looked down at the floor.
“Yes,” she continued. “You know it’s true. She haunts you. The moment you saw what she could do, that’s all you’ve thought about. She’s nearly unlimited. No shackles can hold her. No bullets can hit her. You can kill me, do whatever you want with the others. As long as Mora is out there as your enemy, she will always be in the back of your mind. You will always have to look over your shoulder.”
He looked up at her as she continued.
“You were a fool to make her your enemy,” she said, leaning forward. “You were too greedy. You wanted to use her to recruit more Starborns to your cause. You’d hoped she would find a healer, and she did! But she turned against you, because I showed her the truth.” She sat back in her chair and looked away. “Even if you are able to find the healer to take away your infection, Mora will still be out there, plotting your death. You will never sleep soundly. Then one day, she will come up on you when you least expect it. And she will kill you.”
“What do you want for the healer?” Jeremiah asked.
Evelyn sighed. “Let us go. Aaron, Danny, Heather, and Allison. Let us all go and you can have the healer.”
“I’m not letting you and the others go because you will simply try to kill me another way,” he said. “Think of something else.”
“That’s the deal,” Evelyn said. “Let us go, you get your healer. Of course I’m going to try and think of a different way to kill you. But that’s just how it has to be.”
He stared at her. It was uncomfortable, but Evelyn didn’t lose her composure. He dug into his pocket and pulled out a radio, his eyes never falling from hers. He brought the radio up to his mouth.
“Commander,” he said.
“Yes sir.”
“Release the greyskins into the city.”
“Affirmative.”
Jeremiah placed the radio back in his pocket. “The greyskins will now terrorize my city, and in the morning, once a few hundred people are dead, I will blame Mora and the Starborns for it.” He shrugged. “If you and Mora are going to make a mortal enemy of me, you will have to face the world too. You forget, that most of the people are on my side.”
“Most of the people know you aren’t fair. Most of the people will soon realize what you’ve done. You can’t win, Jeremiah.”
“Well, if I can’t win, then I’m not letting anyone else win either.”
He stood from his chair and walked to the door. Before walking out, he looked back at Evelyn. “Come up with a more realistic price for your healer and we will talk in the morning.”
“What more can I bargain with?”
“I’m sure you will think of something,” he said. As he was walking out the door, he turned to say one more thing. “To let all of you go, I’m going to want more than a healer. I want Mora, too. I want her dead.”
He shut the door and walked away, leaving Evelyn tied up with no place to go.
I shifted my thoughts back to Connor who was still sitting on his bed. The moment he felt me watching, he looked up.
“Jeremiah is releasing the greyskins on the city,” I said.
Connor looked stunned. “Be careful.”
“I will.”
I opened my eyes to see a blank wall in front of me. Jeffrey and Christopher were still in the other room. I didn’t know what it was, but I started feeling dizzy. As I stood from the ground, I had to hold myself against the wall just to keep my footing. The virus was spreading through me more rapidly now. I supposed that using my gifts to watch others didn’t help me keep my strength.
I staggered forward, probably looking more and more like a greyskin, until I finally reached the room where Jeffrey and Christopher sat. Christopher now held his head up, and stood when he saw me coming forward. Jeffrey followed him and they walked to me.
“Mora, are you okay?” Christopher asked.
I shook my head. I wasn’t okay. I was losing all of my strength. I could feel snot start to drip down my nose. My eyes were starting to goop around the edges. My stomach felt like it was going to hurl, but I didn’t have anything in me.
“Jeremiah is releasing greyskins on the city,” I managed to say. It hurt to hold my eyes open. I nodded my head toward Christopher. “Evelyn has offered you up in exchange for the lives of the others.”
Christopher just stood and stared at me, seemingly unable to comprehend what I was saying. The two of them led me to the table and I sat down hard. This virus was about to get the best of me.
“In order for Jeremiah to let the others go, he wants both me and you to go,” I said. “He will kill us.”
I could tell Christopher was thinking about it.
I reached out a hand and grabbed his arm. “We’re not going to give up,” I said. I looked to Jeffrey. “We’ve got to get into the Center and blow it up. That’s the only way we’re going to end this.”
“What about the others inside?” he asked.
I sat for a moment, trying to think. It was hard to think. It hurt to think. Finally, I had the answer. “All of us are willing to die for the cause. If we can’t get everyone out, we blow it up anyway. If giving myself up would be enough to stop Jeremiah, I would do it in a second, but I know it will do no good.”
I didn’t hear anything that was said after this. For a moment, I could see that their lips were mouthing something. When my head fell to the table I could see that they were saying my name, but I was out. Exhaustion and sickness took over me.
The last thought I had before slipping into unconsciousness was that I hoped someone would be mindful enough to shoot me in the head before I woke up as a greyskin.