The Wild One rh-2

by Melinda Metz

  "We have to find Isabel," he said.

  Liz slid off him and pushed herself to her feet. She wrapped her arms around herself. It felt so cold without the warmth of Max's body.

  ***

  Isabel ran her hands down her sides, down the dip of her waist and over the curve of her hips. Yeah, this dress fit. She loved the intricate embroidery that circled the hem. And the low neckline showed off the ruby heart pendant.

  She didn't have the right shoes, though. Maybe she'd have to hit Macy's shoe department next. How was she supposed to give Nikolas a real fashion show without the right shoes?

  Max was always teasing her about the number of pairs of shoes she had. He didn't understand that shoes were the key to a really great outfit.

  Max. Why did she have to think about him right now? Thinking about Max made her think about the security guard. The guy's just taking a nap, that's all, she reminded herself.

  She winced as she remembered the sensation of pinching the blood vessel in the guard's head. I hurt him. The thought just popped into her mind.

  Okay, so she hurt him. A little. What could she do about it now? Nothing.

  Isabel pulled her hair into a ponytail and then twisted it into a chignon. A dress this elegant deserved an elegant hairstyle. She checked the mirror. Perfect. Time to start Nikolas's private runway fashion show. She looked at the other dresses she'd picked out to model. They were gorgeous, too, but the idea of changing clothes so many more times just made her feel… tired.

  Maybe she should tell Nikolas she wanted to go home. But would he-

  "Turn around slowly and put your hands on the wall." The deep voice jerked Isabel out of her thoughts. She knew that voice. It was the voice from her nightmares.

  Valenti was out there with Nikolas! The hem of her gown started to vibrate. Isabel stared at it stupidly. It's because I'm trembling, she realized.

  Remember what Nikolas said, she ordered herself. You have the power. You don't have to be afraid of Valenti or anyone else.

  She stepped out of the dressing room and tiptoed down the narrow hall. She grabbed the gown's long skirt in both hands and pulled it up. She might need to be able to move fast.

  Isabel peeked past the curtain shielding the entrance to the dressing rooms. She pressed her fingers against her lips to keep from crying out. Sheriff Valenti had a gun pointed at Nikolas.

  "Turn around slowly and put your hands against the wall," Valenti repeated, his voice flat and emotionless.

  Do it, Nikolas, Isabel thought. When Nikolas turned around, Valenti would start toward him. He'd walk in front of the curtain, and Isabel would reach out and squeeze his brain until he dropped. She wouldn't feel bad about it. No one was going to hurt Nikolas.

  Nikolas didn't move to obey Valenti. He just smiled. He obviously planned to play with the sheriff a little.

  A gunshot blasted. Nikolas fell to the ground with a thud.

  Nikolas lay still. His golden aura flickered once and then disappeared as if someone had flipped a switch.

  How could his aura disappear? Valenti couldn't kill Nikolas. Valenti was human. Just a weak, pathetic human. It didn't happen. It couldn't have happened, Isabel thought. In a second Nikolas will jump up and squash Valenti.

  But Nikolas didn't move.

  Valenti strode toward the body. The curtain billowed against Isabel as he passed, filling her nose with a chalky, musty odor.

  I should change back into my own clothes before he finds me, she thought.

  She turned and slowly walked down the hall. Her feet felt numb. She couldn't feel them touching the floor. Maybe I'm floating. Maybe that's why. Maybe I'm a ghost. An alien ghost. She felt a giggle rise up inside her. But she shouldn't laugh. Wolves liked laughing girls. They liked to gobble them down. It made their tummies happy.

  Isabel stepped into the dressing room and slipped off the gown. The beautiful gown. She removed the tiara and the ruby pendant. She shouldn't be wearing them, anyway. She should be wearing a red cape with a hood. She should be on her way to Grandma's house, not in the mall. And the wolf shouldn't have a gun. Why wasn't the wolf following the story?

  She pulled on her jeans and her lacy shirt. Then she curled up in the corner, closed her eyes, and waited for the wolf to find her.

  Yes, she could hear him now. Hear his boots moving down the little hallway. Boots on a wolf. That wasn't the way it was supposed to happen.

  ***

  "That was a gunshot." Max stumbled back a step. He'd just felt a massive bolt of terror from Isabel. Had she been shot? Did Valenti have her?

  "I think it came from Macy's," Liz cried. She took off, running full out past the fountain in the mall's center courtyard.

  Max was right behind her. They burst through the store's main doors. Liz grabbed his arm and signaled him to slow down. She was right. There was no point in announcing to Valenti that they were there.

  He moved forward quickly and quietly, scanning the perfume and makeup counters in front of him. Everything looked normal.

  At least Isabel is still alive, he thought as he headed deeper into the store. He wished he could send her a mental message telling her he was here and that she was going to be okay. But it didn't work like that. He couldn't have silent conversations with Isabel or Michael. He could just feel their feelings.

  And Isabel's fear felt overwhelming.

  Liz touched his shoulder and pointed to her nose. Then she pointed off to the left. At first Max couldn't figure out what she was trying to tell him. Then he smelled it. The firecracker odor of gunpowder.

  He strode toward the smell. He turned the corner into one of the little dress boutiques-and saw Nikolas lying on the ground with Valenti standing over him.

  Max and Liz ducked down behind a rack of long dresses. Max leaned out and took a quick look. Nikolas's aura was gone. He was dead. Valenti had murdered him.

  Where was Isabel? The thought repeated itself again and again until Max felt like he was going nuts. Why didn't he run outside and pull her off Nikolas's motorcycle tonight? Why didn't he force her to come downstairs and watch that stupid movie with him?

  Max risked another look at Valenti. The sheriff stood up and headed behind the curtain leading to the dressing rooms. Max's stomach cramped. Isabel could be back there, trapped.

  "I'm going to distract Valenti. You find Isabel," Liz said.

  Before he could answer, Liz let out a high, shrill scream. She leaped to her feet and ran toward the exit, still shrieking. A few seconds later Valenti charged out of the dressing area. As soon as he was out of sight Max sprang up and raced over to the row of changing rooms.

  "Isabel?" he called softly. There was no answer. He hoped wherever she was, she had seen Liz leading Valenti out of the store. He turned around and started back through the curtain. He hesitated when he thought he heard a low sound behind him. He stood still and listened until he heard the sound again. A muffled whimpering. Isabel.

  He followed the sound to one of the dressing rooms. He swung the door open and saw Isabel curled up in the corner.

  "Isabel, we have to get out of here." Max bent down and touched her shoulder. She flinched, but she didn't look up. She kept her head pressed tightly down against her knees.

  "It's Max," he said softly. "You're okay, Izzy. Everything is okay. But I need you to come with me." He took her by the shoulders and urged her to her feet. He brushed her hair away from her face, and she opened her eyes.

  "What are you doing here?" she whispered.

  "I'm your brother. Where else would I be?" he answered. He grabbed her hand and led her out of the room and down the hall. She hesitated before each step, as if she'd almost forgotten how to walk.

  "Little Red Ridinghood doesn't have a brother," she mumbled.

  Max tilted her chin up. "You'll go faster if you don't stare at your feet," he told her. She obediently kept her eyes locked straight in front of her, but her steps were still slow.

  "Remember how you used to beg me to give you piggy
back rides?" he asked. He scooped her up and carried her to the exit that led straight out to the parking lot.

  When he set her on her feet, she seemed a little less out of it. She pulled in deep breaths of the night air. "Where's Nikolas?" she asked.

  "I don't know," Max answered. He couldn't tell her the truth. Not right now.

  ***

  Maria heard a long, shrill scream, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. "That's Liz!" she cried. She raced out of the drugstore, Michael and Alex right behind her.

  Another scream echoed through the mall. It sounded like it was coming from the lower level. Maria dashed to the rail around the upper walkway and peered down.

  "There!" Alex pointed toward Macy's. Liz was running down the main walkway below them. And Valenti was closing in behind her.

  They had to do something. But they would never make it downstairs before Valenti caught Liz.

  "Come with me," Maria ordered. She had an idea. But they had to move fast. She darted back into the drugstore. She needed something. Something she could throw. Where? Where?

  She spotted a stack of soda six-packs. That could work. She grabbed three of them and tore back to the railing. She ripped off one of the soda cans and hurled it at Valenti. It didn't get close to hitting him.

  "You're a genius," Michael exclaimed as he ran up to the rail with a couple of six-packs. He didn't bother pulling off one of the cans. He threw the whole thing at Valenti. It slammed into the sheriff's back. He stumbled and went down.

  "Whoa," Alex cried.

  "Power," Michael explained.

  "Just run!" Maria yelled. She raced toward the escalator. She felt something slide under her foot-and then she was on the ground.

  She started to shove herself to her feet and felt something cool and hard under her fingers. A gold ring. As she watched, it began to glow. Glow.

  Maria stared at it, drawn into the deep golden light.

  "Maria! Are you okay?" Michael called.

  Maria's head jerked back up. "Yeah." She stuffed the ring into her pocket, leaped to her feet, and sprinted down after Michael and Alex. She didn't think that Valenti would be down for long.

  ***

  Max stared at the doors. Come on, come on, he thought. We have to get out of here. It's not safe.

  He wondered if he should go in after Liz. But the mall was so big that it would be easy to miss her. She could end up out here waiting for him.

  And besides, he couldn't leave Isabel alone. He shot a glance at his sister. She was staring into space. She didn't even look that scared. Just totally out of it.

  Max shifted from foot to foot. He wanted to do something. But there was nothing he could do.

  Did Valenti have them all? What would he do with them if he did?

  The double glass doors flew open and Maria, Michael, Alex, and Liz raced out. "He's right behind us," Maria shrieked.

  The doors burst open again, and Valenti tore through. He reached out and grabbed Liz by the arm. She tried to twist away, but the sheriff wouldn't let go.

  Max started forward. He wasn't just going to watch this happen.

  A loud crack of thunder rocked the parking lot, and a ball of bright white light exploded around the entire mall.

  Max dashed up and grabbed Liz, yanking her away from Valenti.

  "What's happening?" Alex yelled.

  "Look at Valenti!" Maria cried.

  Max stared at the sheriff. He stood inside the circle of blazing light-completely motionless.

  "That should hold him for a few minutes-and he won't remember a thing," a calm voice said from behind them.

  Max spun around and saw Ray Iburg. His crazy boss.

  Ray scratched his head. "Did I forget to tell you? I'm not from around here, either."

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