I chuckled. “I don't wanna take you guys away from your love fest or anything, but I want Jade to let us in on this spy crap.”
Jade laughed. “It's more like a government within our government.”
I nodded. “Okay, we've got that. What's their objective?”
Silence.
“You know, what's their goal?” John clarified.
John is gonna be my dad when he grew up.
“What I felt was they're trying to identify kids who have rare paranormal abilities and are also powerful.”
“Why were they looking in my locker?” I asked.
She looked down at her hands. “They suspect you.”
“Why?”
“The dog. Garcia saw what you did with the dog.”
I pointed at Sophie. “You're sworn to secrecy.”
She shrugged. “Ah... okay.”
“But I didn't raise the dog,” I said. “The dog wasn't dead yet.”
“Come on, Caleb,” John said. “That's what my parents call splitting hairs. That's like a girl saying she’s almost pregnant.”
Sophie and Jade laughed.
I conceded that point.
“Okay, so I did some AFTD crap, and he saw it.”
Jade added, “I felt that they have fingers of their group within the police department.”
“Haven't we figured out that Garcia is dirty?” Jonesy asked.
I wasn't absolutely sure, but the idea was circling the drain of possibility.
“Who was that cop that showed up when you raised Granny?” John asked.
“His name was McGraw.”
“Yeah, him. You said he pulled some scary shit.”
I nodded. “He gave us a little elemental show.”
“Didn't he cause, what, a mini-tornado?” Jonesy asked.
“Not really. It was more like we were all in the eye of a storm. It was an intimidation thing. And he's Garcia's partner. Two plus two equals four, I guess, pal.”
Sophie shook her head, ringlets bouncing. “Whatever. We have bad cops and adults lurking around and looking for ways to force us to do their dirty work. All good news! What's the plan?”
“One thing is obvious,” John said. “They all know what we are. In Caleb's case, they don't know how much he is, but that's a matter of time. Too many people know that he can corpse raise. Even Jade's dad knows!
“He won't say anything,” I said with conviction. First, he'd look bad, and second, he would have to explain why he was there and what happened.”
Jade nodded. “Caleb's right. My dad doesn't like to look bad. He wants to be right all the time.”
I hugged her, stuffing her face in my neck and thanking God I'd worn cologne. “It's okay. He's not gonna hurt you, ever.”
She pulled away, tears shimmering like diamonds on her lower lashes.
The Js turned their heads, obviously uncomfortable.
Sophie sighed then said, “We still haven't figured out a plan.”
“I've been thinking,” Jonesy said.
We all groaned. A typical Jonesy plan included us all getting our asses in a sling.
He held up a hand. “Hear me out. I think we need a hideout.”
Cool! That's just what we needed.
“A safe house,” John said.
Jonesy looked at John. “That's what I said.”
Sophie added, “I think we need a labor force.”
“What do you mean?” Jade asked.
“Caleb, you can raise the dead, right?”
“Yeah. So?”
“Slaves,” John breathed.
Sophie grinned. “Yep.”
“Isn't this one of those moral things adults are always blabbing about?” Jade asked.
I stared at Sophie.
“You want me to raise zombies to… what? Work on a hideout?”
“Safe house,” John corrected.
“Whatever!” I yelled.
The whole idea was wrong on about a hundred different levels. Yet, it did have a practical feel to it.
Sophie asked, “Do you not see the logic, Caleb?”
I did.
“But I haven't really tried to raise anyone. This would be really, really...” She didn’t need to know about Gran.
“Premeditated,” John said.
“CSI,” John expounded.
“The crime show, what, in their twentieth season?”
“Yeah, they use walkers now!” Jade said.
“Okay,” Sophie made the cut-the-neck gesture with her finger, “focus, guys.”
They looked at her, shrugging.
She directed her attention back to me. “I'm just saying, if you could, like, raise two or three zombies. Then make them construct a…”
“A secret place,” Jonesy said. “Maybe underground?”
That actually sounded pretty cool, in theory anyway.
“I don't know,” Jade said. “Is it wrong to make them work for us, like slaves?”
Those words hung in the air, sitting there.
John said, “I don't think so. I mean, we need a place to go. We don't know if Caleb is going to have to go into hiding.” He looked at me. “You never know, Caleb. Also, there are the dumb-asses at school, this government agency, and the random parent who shows up and freaks. No offense, Jade.”
Her shoulders lifted. “It's okay.”
“John and Sophie are right, Caleb,” Jonesy said. “We need a place they'd never think to look.”
Jade said, “Hey, what about the city dump? That’s where I went when my dad got... bad.”
I held her a little tighter. I was starting to hate her dad.
“I like it,” Jonesy said.
“How far is it from here?” Sophie asked.
I remembered that Sophie didn't know Kent very well. She hadn't always lived here like the rest of us. We knew the town like the backs of our hands.
“It's walkable,” John said.
Jonesy hopped up, brushing the grass off his butt. “Let's do this!”
The rest of us stood. I noticed again the voices were hardly more than a murmur. Weird. I told the others.
“Shouldn't they be almost screaming?” Jonesy asked, twirling around. “Right in the damn middle of corpseville?”
“Yes, they definitely should be.” John stared at me; I stared back.
The girls said, “What?” at the same time.
Everything suddenly fell into place. I knew what John was.
Psychic null.
All abilities were negated when he was around. That was why I couldn't hear the voices!
John grinned so hugely I thought he'd push the freckles right off his face.
“What gives?” Jonesy asked.
“I cancel everyone's powers,” John said, pride creeping into his voice.
“You're a null?” Sophie asked.
“What?” Jonesy shrieked. “How does that help us?”
“In a word... Carson,” Jade replied.
“And everyone else,” I added.
Jonesy's face took on a life of its own. “Fantastic! That blows their juice all to hell!” He clapped his hands.
“Try to raise a corpse, Caleb!”
“Right now? That wasn't really the plan.”
“We've gotta see!” Jonesy shouted.
“Sh!” Sophie said.
“Right, sorry,” he said, chastised for three seconds.
Jonesy said in a normal voice (translation: still loud), “Try it.”
John said, “I don't know. Whenever you say, ‘I wanna see,’ or ‘I wanna do it,’ something bad happens.”
John was right, but I wanted answers. “Knowledge is power,” Gramps always said.
“Jonesy is a little enthusiastic with experimentation. But it would be good to know for sure.”
“Remember the last time he wanted to see something?” John asked.
Yeah, that hadn't worked out so great. The whole Carson-pulling-a-can-of-fire-whoop-ass thing had backfired on all of us.
&nbs
p; “Caleb’s right, though,” Jade said. “We need to know for sure. Let's try it.”
How could I say no when my girlfriend was willing to be brave.
Ah, hell. Okay. “Alright,” I said out loud.
John came over and stood beside me. “Okay. I'm ready.”
“How does this work?” I asked. “I mean, do you know?”
John shook his head. “Not really. We just put it together that I may be a null. We still don't know for sure. But it would explain some stuff.”
Once I thought about it, all the times the voices had been bearable were during the five classes we had together.
John shook his head. “I don't think I've had it long.”
Would've been sweet to miss the whole frog dissection catastrophe.
“Okay,” Sophie said, pointing, “you two just stand where you are. Caleb, you let your stuff go, and we'll see if something happens. And if it doesn't, we'll know.”
“Wait a sec,” Jade said. “Shouldn't we see how far away John has to be before Caleb can use his powers again?” Good point.
I faced Clyde's grave. John stood beside me, and his nervousness floated around me, settling uncomfortably on my shoulders. I sighed, breathing out deeply, trying to relax.
The fist that was my power loosened inside my body. The fingers lengthened until they became tendrils, a ghostly octopus reaching out to the ground, stroking the grave.
Then, without warning, they choked up like vomit up a throat. It was as if a steel wall, high and impenetrable was erected. The fingers swirled, looking for a small hole, any opening, a way to invade. There was nothing.
I looked up at my best friend, who was grinning as if he’d won the lottery.
Putz.
Jonesy rubbed his hands together. “Now that's what we're talkin' about!”
“Move a couple of feet away,” Sophie told John.
He did as she asked. I took a step away from him and realized I was standing on top of Clyde's grave.
“That's not right,” Jade said, looking ill.
“Quiet,” Jonesy said. “Please,” he added at my glare.
When John and I were ten feet from each other, I tried again. Nothing. John looked at me and grinned. It was kind of frustrating but, I had to admit, useful.
John said, “Okay, we've got that I can cancel out Caleb.” He turned to Jade. “What about you?”
Jade scowled. She wasn't really into her power. That was the main reason people had the wrong impression of her. She stayed away because she didn't want contact.
“Everybody knows that a Null negates all paranormal talents,” Sophie said.
“That's what they say, but I want to know for fact,” John said.
“Yeah, what he said,” Jonesy supplied.
“Come on, Jade,” I said. “Use me. Touch me, and then we'll get John into play.”
“Okay.” Jade gripped my forearm, and gooseflesh ran up from the point of contact.
John moved toward us in slow motion. His arms swung like windshield wipers, frizzy hair bouncing, the late-afternoon sun lighting his head on fire.
The moment became surreal, climbing power crawling over my skin like fire ants biting, sizzling electricity building. John touched my other arm. An electric spark flew between us. We jumped then... nothing.
Jade made a perfect O with her mouth, looking at John in wonderment. “That was great. Finally... silence.”
John nodded. “That's just how cool I am.” He took a small bow.
I punched him on the arm. “Chill the self-love, Terran.”
John pulled a face. “Hey! You're stealing my moment.”
“Let's congratulate ourselves later.” Jonesy grinned. He was definitely digging the new turn of events.
CHAPTER 22
“How did it go today?” Dad asked.
My mouth was full of Mom's baked salmon. I swallowed and swigged a gulp of milk. “It was okay.”
“Did I gauge the dose okay?”
I smiled. “Dad, I was still kinda high.”
Dad looked puzzled.
“I based it on your weight. One forty-five, just like you said.”
“Dad, I said one thirty-five. Nice—you overdosed me!”
“Kyle, aren't you the scientist?” Mom asked teasingly.
He ducked his head then regained the Dad composure. “I am not a pharmaceutical representative, that's for sure.”
“Well, let's not make this a trend.” I had tagged him on that one, and I was taking full advantage.“Humph!” he grunted. “I'll make a supreme effort.” He stabbed a chunk of fish with his fork.
Mom chuckled. She had an evil streak.
“We received your results in pulse-mail,” she said.
I put down my fork.
“Two points,” Dad said.
“Really? Hot damn!” I jumped up and aimed my hand towards Dad's. A resounding high five sounded.
Miraculously, Mom didn't nail me for language.
“The drug worked.”
“It did. But”—Dad waggled a finger at me—“we're not out of the woods yet.”
Mom nodded.
“The threat is still there, but at least it’s not immediate.”
I told them about the testing. I explained how we'd all gotten separated from the other kids: paranormals in Delta Building and mundanes in the other buildings.
“Sounds standard, Caleb,” Dad said.
“Yeah, I guess. But there were these creepers that I nicknamed Formula People.”
“Creepers?” Dad inquired.
“People that lurk about and generally give a sinister vibe,” Mom explained.
“Ah-huh, okay. Go on.”
“They all wore the same clothes and stood guard at the doors.”
“Like uniforms?” Mom asked.
“Not exactly, more like the same but different. And they wore sunglasses inside. How weird is that?”
Dad dropped his fork on his plate with a clatter.
“That's not standard.”
“What are your thoughts, Kyle?” Mom asked.
“That this thing is its own machine. That there are forces working that we don't know or understand.”
“Like I've been saying,” I said.
“What do you mean, Caleb?” Dad asked.
“Dad, come on. Remember McGraw and Garcia at the cemetery when I raised Gran?
And then there's Parker. All the signs are pointing to something bigger.”
I recounted what Jade had felt from the people who had dug through my locker. I also told them that Carson was a pyrokenetic and John was a null. “Jonesy doesn’t have anything.”
Mom looked shocked. “I guess there are some blessings.”
Dad pretended to wipe sweat off his brow. “Jonesy doesn’t have a power.”
I laughed. “There is that.”
Dad chuckled. “Yes, Jonesy with an ability would be...”
“Explosive...” I supplied.
“I don't know if that covers it, Caleb,” Dad said, getting a visual of the Potential that was Jonesy.
We all loved Jonesy, but he was an immovable object. Regardless of what was going on, he was him, sometimes that worked, other times, not. Usually not.
“The officers came by today to let us know they're discontinuing surveillance,” Mom said.
Good. I liked Gale and Ward, but Gale had gotten too close for comfort. And I sure didn't want McGraw and Garcia sniffing around, either.
“When?” I asked.
“While you were running around with your friends,” Mom said.
“Huh. They still don't have a clue, right?”
“No,” Dad said. “So far, they haven't been able to ascertain a motive for the break-in. Of course, there's the matter of my pulse-top compromise. However, we did a full diagnostic at the lab, and everything is in order.”
“I think it was the Formula People,” I said flatly.
“So suspicious,” Mom clucked.
“Somebody's got to be,�
� I replied.
The parents frowned.
“It's pretty obvious someone knows more about me than we want them to. Why all the interest? As you'd say, Dad: things aren't adding up.”
“You have a point, but that doesn't mean we live in fear.”
“You're concerned, Dad, or you wouldn't have dosed me.”
“Caleb, would you stop saying that, please?” Mom asked.
“Dose, dose, dose, double-dose—”
“Caleb...” Dad warned.
“Oh, okay. Geez, you guys. So stiff!”
Dad cleared his throat. “Anyway, Gale is suspicious. She had your results as a two-pointer. She could have sworn you were much more. She told us that the last time she got a reaction like the one you gave her, it was from Parker.”
We sat quietly for a second.
Then I asked, “What about the dog?”
Mom smiled. “You and I will pick him up after school tomorrow.”
“What about a name?” I asked.
“I've been thinking about that,” Mom said. “He’s black, so how about Onyx?”
I grinned. “Cool!”
CHAPTER 23
The school was abuzz over the paranormals who were outed by the AP Testing. I got a lot of “corpse-lover” and, my personal favorite, “Doin' any corpses lately?” All of them, so clever. Dunces.
John didn’t tell anyone he was a null, but he was having a great time running around and getting close to some of the paranormals. They'd try to put their groove on and... nothing.
Evil for John. I liked it.
Classes dragged on as usual. I was itching to get home and get Onyx. Jade was planning to come with us to pick him up.
Finally, the pulse clock chimed, and sixth period ended. I raced to Building D, feeling a fleeting sense of déjà vu. When I got to the band room, Mr. Cole was perched on the windowsill like a cat in the sun. I mentally crossed my fingers and took a deep breath.
“Hey, Mr. Cole,” I rushed on, throwing out all my words at once so my chances would be better.
“My mom and I are going to get a new dog today, and I was hoping I could make up band this Friday.”
Cole took off his glasses, rubbing them on the T-shirt he wore underneath his button-up shirt. I think that was required for adults. I figured Dad had about three hundred.
Then he held them up in the sunlight, checking for dirt. His glasses didn't look dirty to me.
He smiled. “I guess that would be okay. But you'll have to make it up Friday for sure, Caleb.” He gave me a mock stern look.
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