Michael Vey

by Richard Paul Evans

  Just then the cell door swung all the way open and three guards ran into the room holding machine guns. “Everyone on the ground,” the first guard shouted. “Move your—” He stopped mid-sentence. “Move … uh.”

  All three of the guards lowered their guns and looked at each other as if they’d suddenly forgotten why they had come in. I smiled at Taylor.

  “Zeus,” I said.

  “No problem.”

  Electricity arced from Zeus to all three guards. They dropped to the floor.

  “Good job,” I said. “Let’s tie them up.”

  We quickly cuffed two of the guards’ hands behind their backs. As I was trying to get the handcuffs on the biggest of the guards, he suddenly turned on me. He jumped up, lifting me above his head. I pulsed and he screamed out, dropping me on top of him.

  “You okay?” Ostin asked.

  “Yeah,” I said, climbing off the guard. “He’s not.” I locked the guard’s hands in cuffs.

  Ostin took their utility belts with concussion and smoke grenades and fastened one of them around his waist.

  “We’ve got to figure out how to get everyone out of here,” I said. “Let’s start with Ian and the girls, then we’ll get Jack and Wade.”

  “What about Nichelle?” Taylor asked.

  “Ostin, you’re the only one she can’t affect.”

  He patted his weapons belt. “I’ll take care of her.”

  “Zeus, while Ostin and I free Ian and the girls, you and Taylor go to the end of the hallway and make sure no one sneaks up on us.”

  “What about the cameras in the hall?” Taylor asked.

  “We’ve got to take them out,” I said.

  “I know how to do it,” Zeus said. “When I was eight I was fooling around and blew one out. Hatch grounded me for an entire week.”

  “Well, start with that one,” I said, pointing to a camera right outside our door. Zeus reached up and electricity jumped from his fingers to the camera. The camera’s light went off and the camera froze.

  “Nice shootin’, Tex,” Ostin said.

  “Thanks.”

  “Okay, let’s go,” I said. “I’ll go first. Zeus, you and Taylor behind me, Ostin, lock the cell then come up behind us.”

  “On it,” he said.

  We ran single-file down the hall to Ian and the girls’ cell door. Zeus blew out another three cameras as he and Taylor crept to the end of the hallway. Taylor cautiously peered around the corner. “It’s clear,” she said.

  I pounded on the cell door. “Ian. Can you hear me?”

  I heard a faint pounding back.

  “He sees us.”

  “How are we going to open it?” Taylor asked.

  “Zeus, can you concentrate your electricity and cut through it?”

  “No. That’s Bryan’s gig.”

  “I know how to open it,” Ostin said, winded from running back to us. “You can use your electricity.”

  “But Ian said it’s an air lock,” I said. “It doesn’t work by electricity.”

  Ostin smiled. “That’s the flaw in their design. The lock is air, but how does the lock get its air?”

  I shrugged. “An air tank?”

  “Yes, with an electronic valve. While I was locked inside I asked Ian to follow where the hose went. There’s an electronic valve above each cell door. If my calculations are right, all you have to do is blow the switch and the air pressure drops.”

  “He’s good,” Taylor said.

  “Where’s the valve?” I asked.

  Ostin pointed above the door. “Right about there. A strong enough pulse should knock it out.”

  It was at least four feet above me. “I need a lift,” I said.

  “On it.” Ostin got down on all fours.

  “You sure?” I asked.

  “Just do it.”

  I stepped on his back and reached as high as I could but it still wasn’t high enough. “This isn’t going to work.”

  “Wait,” Taylor said. “We do this in cheerleading. Come here, Ostin.”

  Ostin stood.

  “Take my hand like this.” They locked hands. “Now, Michael, step right there and we’ll lift you up.”

  “You sure you can lift me?”

  “Oh yeah, this is how we make our pyramids in cheer.”

  I stepped on their arms.

  “Lift!” Taylor said.

  I rose higher than the door. “Awesome.” I put my hand flat against the wall above the doorjamb. “Here, Ostin?”

  “That’s about right.”

  “Here it goes.” I pulsed with all I had. The light next to me flickered.

  “Now what?”

  “Wait for it,” Ostin said.

  Suddenly we heard the hiss of escaping air. The door clicked.

  “We did it,” Ostin said.

  Taylor and Ostin let me down and I pushed open the door. Ian, McKenna, and Abigail were standing in the middle of the room waiting for us. Seeing them filled me with strong emotion. I ran up to Abigail and put my arms around her, then McKenna and Ian.

  “You guys saved my life,” I said.

  “You were very brave,” Ian said. “Amazingly brave. I don’t think I could have survived what you went through.”

  “We’re proud of you,” McKenna said. Abigail nodded.

  “Thank you. How can I ever repay you?”

  “I think you just did,” Ian said, looking at the open door.

  In the hallway an alarm went off, a bright red strobe accompanied by a deafening, shrill siren. Everyone covered their ears.

  “Taylor, Ostin!” I shouted. “Give me another lift!”

  They lifted me again. I reached up, grabbed the alarm, and pulsed. The alarm wound down with a sound like a sick cow.

  “Thank goodness,” Taylor said. “That was annoying.”

  “Okay, let’s make a plan,” I said.

  As we were talking, Ian was frantically looking around, up and down the ceiling then to the walls. “The guards are collecting,” he whispered. “There are two coming down the front hall toward us right now.”

  “Where?” I asked.

  He pointed toward the far wall, moving his finger along with them. “Right there, on the other side of the wall.”

  “Ian, keep telling us where they are. Taylor, when they get close, reboot them. Zeus, the second you see their gun barrels, blast them with electricity.”

  “You got it, chief.”

  I walked out into the corridor with Ian. He was now facing the far cell wall, following the guards’ movement. “They’re about at the corner,” Ian whispered. “Now.”

  Zeus and I backed against the wall, just at the corner. I saw the glint of metal from two gun barrels and Zeus shot electricity from both hands. Both guards dropped to the ground. “You got ’em,” Ian said. “Two guards down.”

  “Are there any more down here?” I asked.

  “Not yet. But there are some moving down the stairwell.”

  “Let’s take care of these two,” I said. Zeus and I dragged the two guards into the farthest part of the cell and handcuffed them together to the toilet, then gathered again outside the cell. “We’ve got to free Jack and Wade and the rest of the GPs.”

  “There’s a problem with that,” McKenna said. “They control all the collars from the command center. They could just set them all off and kill everyone.”

  “Where’s the command center?” Ostin asked.

  “Fourth floor,” Ian said. “Next to the guards’ barracks.”

  “Oh, great,” Ostin said. “We’ve been there.”

  Ian smiled. “C’mon, Ostin. You didn’t want it to be too easy, did you? The honey’s always in the center of the hive.”

  “So we’re headed to the fourth floor,” I said.

  Ostin said, “Trust me, don’t take the elevator.”

  “Then the only way out is the stairwell.”

  “Which,” Ian said, “they’re covering.”

  “Do you know how many guards th
ere are?” I asked.

  Ian nodded. “I counted this afternoon and there were twenty-seven. Usually there are thirteen on duty during the day, and the other fourteen are split up between the other two shifts. But they all live here and right now they’re all on alert.”

  “How do you know all this?” Ostin asked.

  “I watch everything in the building. It’s kept me sane for three years.”

  Just then the entire floor went black. We could see nothing but the glow of each other.

  “They must have cut the power,” Ostin said. “That’s going to hurt them.”

  “They have night-vision goggles,” Zeus said. “I’ve seen them run drills.”

  “Oh,” Ostin said. “Then it’s going to hurt us.”

  “No problem,” McKenna said. She immediately began to glow, lighting up the corridor.

  “That’s so cool,” Ostin said. “Do you have a boyfriend?”

  McKenna smiled.

  Taylor rolled her eyes. “Not now, Ostin.”

  “Sorry. Back to business. There were twenty-seven guards, we’ve taken out five, so there’s twenty-two left,” Ostin said. “I’ll keep count.”

  “Ian,” I said, “what’s going on?”

  “Six guards are covering the stairwell. There are three above us; the others are gathering on the second and fourth floor by the elevators.”

  “Which elevators?”

  “Front and back. They might be getting ready to stage another attack. Or they might be waiting for us.”

  “What about the other electric children?” I asked.

  “Hatch has them gathered on two.”

  “What powers do they have?”

  “Quentin can produce a small EMP.”

  “What’s that?” I asked.

  “Electromagnetic pulse,” Ostin blurted out. “It can knock out radios and stuff.”

  “Bryan can burn through things. Tara can manipulate emotions …”

  “Wait,” I said. “Can she create fear?”

  Ian nodded. “Unfortunately.”

  “She’s the one who was torturing you,” Abigail said.

  “She’s as bad as Nichelle,” I said.

  Taylor looked at me but said nothing.

  “Speaking of which, where is Nichelle?” I asked.

  “She’s on level two next to Hatch.” Ian looked straight up. “Two men just went up top. I think they’re getting the helicopter ready.”

  “I bet Hatch is going to run,” I said. “How big is the helicopter?”

  “It’s pretty big. It will hold Hatch and all the kids. If things go bad, Hatch will probably take them with him.”

  “Well, things are going to go bad for them,” I said. “Let’s go.” We turned the corner and ran down the next length of hall to the stairwell. Zeus continued down the hallway past the stairwell, blowing out five more cameras, which he could see from their glowing red diodes.

  With McKenna’s light we could see both elevators from where we stood, one in front of us, the other at the end of the hall—the same elevator Ostin and I had come through when we first entered the building. I could see under the door that the stairwell was still lit and as I opened the door bullets immediately began to fly. I jumped back and I could hear bullets ricocheting inside.

  “Where exactly are they?” I asked Ian.

  Ian looked up and down. “They’re on floors one, two, and four. There are six of them.”

  “What are they doing? I mean, what are their positions?”

  “Two of them are coming down the stairs. The rest are leaning over the railings with guns.”

  “Taylor, do you think you could reboot them all at once?”

  “I’ll try.”

  “I’ll open the door,” Abigail said.

  “Ready?” I asked.

  Taylor nodded. She put her hands on her temples. “Go.”

  Abigail pulled open the door and this time there was no gunfire. I slid my hand inside and grabbed the railing and pulsed with all of my power. There was a loud chorus of screams, and I could hear guns and men falling down the stairs.

  “You got four of them,” Ian said. “One of them crawled out of the well onto the second floor, and the other ran back out on the fourth.”

  “How bad are the four?”

  “They’re not moving.”

  “Eighteen left,” Ostin said.

  “Let’s move,” Zeus said.

  “How many are on the next floor up?”

  Ian looked back and forth. “Three.”

  “Near the stairwell?”

  “No. That’s the GP level; they’re guarding the prisoners.” He cocked his head. “Wait, there’s some motion on the third floor.”

  “The kids?” Taylor asked.

  “Maybe. I’m having trouble seeing through them. Nichelle must be near.”

  “Let’s move up to the next floor.” We all started to climb the stairwell. Suddenly I stopped. It’s hopeless. I thought. You’re leading them to their deaths. Surrender now.

  “What are you doing?” Zeus asked.

  “It’s no good,” I said. “This isn’t going to work.”

  “What?” Taylor said.

  “We can’t make it,” I said. “We’ll never make it out of here. They’re going to kill us.”

  “Stop talking that way,” Taylor said.

  “No, he’s right,” Zeus said. “It’s hopeless.”

  Taylor’s eyes flashed. “No,” she said, “it’s Tara.” She looked back. “Abigail, take Michael’s and Zeus’s hands. Quick.”

  Abigail ran up half a flight. The instant she touched my hand the fear left. “What happened?” I asked.

  “It was Tara,” Taylor said. “My sister.”

  “Tara’s your sister?” I asked.

  “She’s my twin. I’ll tell you about it later.”

  “You have a twin?” Ostin asked.

  “I can handle her,” Taylor said. She put her hands on her temples and concentrated. A scream echoed down the stairwell. “Stop it, Taylor!” Tara shouted.

  “You stop it!” Taylor shouted back. “Leave my friends alone.”

  “Your friends are going to die.”

  “No they’re not. Why are you helping Hatch? You’re better than that.”

  “Dr. Hatch is better. He’s doing the right thing.”

  “Hatch is evil. He killed your parents.”

  “They weren’t really my parents.”

  “You don’t really believe that. Think for yourself, Tara.”

  “You can’t change the world without casualties.”

  “You’re saying everything he’s brainwashed you with. What do you believe?”

  “You’re the brainwashed one.”

  “Hatch told you that too, didn’t he?”

  Tara didn’t answer.

  “C’mon, Tara. You’re better than that. Join us.”

  “I’m not one of you. I’m special. I have special abilities.”

  “You do, Tara. And you used those special abilities to hurt that man on the motorcycle. What good have you ever used them for?”

  “That man on the motorcycle was just human.”

  “I’m human, Tara. And so are you. Would you kill me if Hatch told you to?”

  She didn’t answer.

  “Would you?”

  “You can keep pecking in the dirt, Taylor. But I’m not a chicken. I’m an eagle.”

  Then there was silence.

  “She went back inside,” Ian said.

  I touched Taylor’s shoulder. “I didn’t know that you had a sister.”

  Taylor’s face bent in anger. “I don’t.”

  47

  The Escape

  We cautiously crept up to the GP level: me and Zeus in front, followed by Ostin, Ian, and Taylor, with McKenna and Abigail bringing up the rear. The cameras inside the stairwell were panning back and forth like animals, heads up, watching for danger.

  “Zeus, take those things out,” I whispered.

  “O
n it.”

  One by one Zeus blasted the cameras. Their blinking red lights went dark and they drooped, as if hanging their heads in defeat. Then the stairwell itself went dark.

  “I think they’re trying to make this difficult,” Zeus said.

  “No problem,” McKenna said. She began to glow again.

  “McKenna,” I said, “stay close to the wall. You make an easy target.”

  She pressed back against the wall.

  “Ian, where are they?” I whispered.

  “Three guards on GP, two guards on level one and six on two—three guarding the doors and three with Hatch and the children. They’ve abandoned the third floor. There are seven guards on four and three scientists. It looks like they’re preparing for a battle on the fourth floor.”

  “They must have guessed that’s where we’re going,” I said.

  As we came up to the first level, I whispered to Ian, “How close to the door are they?”

  “One’s touching it, the other’s standing by the elevator.”

  I put my hand on the door and pulsed. We could hear the guard’s gun hit the floor.

  “Seventeen,” Ostin said.

  Suddenly Ian shouted, “Move, move!”

  We scattered. Bullets started ripping through the door.

  When the gunfire paused, Zeus asked Ian, “Where is he?”

  Ian pointed. Zeus shoved his finger through one of the holes and fired back with a bolt of electricity.

  “Got him,” Ian said. “You are good.”

  “Thanks,” Zeus said.

  “Sixteen,” Ostin said. “We’re forty percent there.”

  We approached the door to the second floor cautiously. Hatch was on level two and there were the electric children and six guards. Fortunately, with the stairwell cameras dead, they were blind to our movement.

  On our way up to the third floor we had to step over the bodies of two of the guards from our first battle. They were still unconscious. McKenna and Abigail put on the guards’ bulletproof vests, even though they hung to the girl’s knees. Then Ostin and I handcuffed the guards and stripped them of their weapons. Ostin added one of their knives to his utility belt, which looked like a small sword on him. I took one of the rifles and jammed it between the door and the railing to keep the door from being opened behind us.

  With each step, Ian looked from side to side as he kept track of everything going on in the building. My biggest fear was that Hatch would attack with Nichelle and the electric children, but with the exception of Tara, they kept their distance.