He froze as he heard his mother's voice and what sounded like her sobbing. It's a trick. There was no way she could be here. None.
"They're hurting me, baby. Help me. Please!"
It's not her. It's not her.
But what if it was?
What if it's not?
He put his hand on the cell phone, tempted to call her and see. But if it was a trick, they'd hear him. What do I do?
He tightened his grip on the sword as he heard something crawling along the ground outside. It sounded like it was coming closer. He looked down at the bright ruby in the hilt and hesitated. This was his only weapon. If he lost it, he'd be completely at their mercy.
No, wait...
He had something else that might help. At least he hoped it would. Pulling out the book, he crouched low with it and used his cell phone as a light so that he could see the blank pages. Repeating whatAmbrose had shown him, he pricked his finger with the dagger and let his blood fall on the page.
"What are these things after me?" he breathed.
His blood drew a picture of them that was even uglier than what he'd glimpsed. Then words appeared underneath the image to explain what they were. Taahiki demons. Third subculture w'th limited powers. They are fetchers sent in to retrieve objects and creatures for their masters. In this case. .. you.
"How did they immobilize Caleb and Alex?"
Beneath the picture, another image appeared. This one was a small medallion that was highly ornate. Once again, words appeared. Starof Ishtaryn. Demon kryptonite. Will weaken and cage any demonkyn who comes into contact wth it, which includes half-breeds such as you.
And it's not good for werebeasts either.
The book had some serious attitude.
"So what do I do?" Nick asked it.
The blood crawled to the opposite page.
When all is said and all is done,
The best thing for you to do nowis to run.
"Run" appeared as a giant, jagged word. Nick slammed the book shut, put it in his pocket, and did exactly what it said. He tore out of the pipe and hesitated as he saw the remnants of Bubba's SUV. Please dont be dead.
He barely had time to finish that thought before the demons saw him and reversed course. With a shriek, they turned like a flock of birds and came for him, wings flapping. He shrank the sword and put it in his pocket. With his head down low, he ran with everything he had.
For several minutes he seemed to be making ground.
Then, just as he was sure he'd escape, they dropped and shoved him hard. The motion propelled him forward, to the ground. Nick cried out as his shoulder and arm hit the street. The pain was so severe that for a moment, he thought he'd pass out from it.
Run/The word screamed through his mind. He pushed himself up, but the demons hit him again and again across his back. This time, they stabbed him with their talons repeatedly until the pain overwhelmed him.
Dont pass out. Dont you dare.
But it was too late. His sight was already dimming. The last thing he saw was Bubba's SUV bursting into flames and exploding.
Then everything went black.
Nick came awake to the worst pain imaginable pounding through his skull. He felt like someone was clawing out his right eye. How anything could hurt this bad and not kill him, he couldn't imagine.
Then he heard the faint sound of a little kid crying. Blinking open his eyes, he realized he was lying facedown on a cold earth floor in a tiny cell. The crying came from a boy around the age of ten who sat in a corner with his legs pulled tight to his chest. His brown eyes swam with tears as he sobbed against his knees.
"Shhh," Nick breathed. He didn't want the kid to be upset. But more than that, he didn't want the sound echoing through his head.
The boy looked up as he sniffed back his tears. "Are you going to hurt me?"
Nick started to tell him only if he kept crying, but luckily he caught himself before he traumatized the kid further. "No. Are you Madaug's brother?"
"You know Madaug?"
"Yeah."
"Is he okay?"
Nick grimaced as more pain laced through his skull. "I have no idea. Have you seen him?"
He nodded. "They brought him in here when theytook my mama. Then they locked me in here and haven't been back. I'm so scared."
"It'll be all right." At least Nick hoped he wasn't lying to the kid.
"That's not what they told me. They told me theywere going to eat my brains." "Nah. Only older brothers do that." The kid actually laughed. "My name's Ian. Who are you?" "Nick."
"Can you get us out of here?"
Nick looked around. The room didn't appear to have a door or anything else, which meant no, he couldn't. But he didn't want to tell the kid that. "How did we get in here?"
Ian pointed to the wall to his left. "A door appears right there whenever they want in or out."
Nick got up and looked for a switch or trapdoor or something. But all he saw was the wall.
Figures.
He pulled out his cell phone and tried to call Kyrian. Big surprise, it didn't work. But at least he still had his book and the dagger. They weren't completely defenseless.
Yet he felt completely defeated as the magnitude of this situation hit him hard. How could he not? Everything had gone bad tonight. Bubba and Alex were dead. Tabitha, Eric, and Mark were probably dead too. And Simi and Caleb.
No one, including him, knew where he was.
What am I going to do?
He didn't see a way out of this.
"Ambrose?" he called, trying to summon his guardian to him.
There was no answer.
"Dude, c'mon," he called out to Ambrose. "You've popped in all night long. Can't you come the one time I actually want to see you?"
Of course Ambrose still didn't answer, 'cause, again, that would just be too easy.
Nick sighed in frustration. This was not how he'd imagined this day playing out. Yet here he was about to be eaten by demons or turned into a zombie.
Who'll take care of my mom now?
That wave of hopelessness washed through him only to be replaced by one of raw determination as he thought about his mom being left defenseless. He would not go down like this. Whining on the floor like the kid in front of him. He'd survived too much to just lie down and die like some cheap bimbo in a horror movie.
Oh no. He was Nick Gautier. A kid born standing up and talking back. No one ever got the better of him and he'd be damned if they were going to start now.
If whatAmbrose had told him was true, he had powers inside him. Powers he should be able to use. All he had to do was figure out how to tap into them.
Pulling out the book, he used the blood incantation again. "How do I get out of here?"
Ian crept forward to see what he was doing, but he didn't say anything while he watched. The blood swirled around the page until it answered Nick's question.
Here you are and here youll stay Until you leam a better way.
"Uh, hemoglobin, a little clarity would be nice. Could you be a little more specific for me?"
Bom of time. Born of space. First you must find your place.
"Can I get a yes or no from you? Are you going to tell me how to get out of here or not?"
Yes or no is not forme to speak. Rather the answer is for you to seek.
Nick curled his lip in disgust at the cryptic answers. "Oh, you suck."
Suck and blowso you say.
But I'm not the one trapped wth no getaway.
Anger ripped through him. "Leave it to me to find the only book known to sass its owner." Growling in aggravation, he slammed it shut and choked it.
Ian frowned at him. "What are you doing?"
"At the moment, wishing I could burn a book." It heated up in his hand to the point it was actually painful to hold. "Stop that!" he snapped at it.
It cooled down.
Nick raked his hand through his hair. How did he use those powers?
Closing his eyes, he concentrated like he d
id to make his dagger bigger and larger.
Nothing.
Except his headache got worse. A lot worse. This is useless.
"We're going to die, aren't we?" Ian asked.
Nick shook his head. "No, Ian, we're not. I'll keep you safe. I promise."
"What if you can't?"
"Dude, have a little faith. Okay?"
Sniffing back his tears, he nodded.
Nick had always wondered what it'd be like to have a brother or sister. He could see where they might get on his nerves, but the way Ian looked up at him like he was a hero ...
A guy could get used to that. And it made him want to be worthy of that look.
The door in the side of the wall opened. Nick put himself between Ian and the tall, sinister figure who came through the newly created doorway.
It cocked its head as it stared at him and Ian. "Are you not pleased by your offering?"
Nick was perplexed by the question. "What?"
The black blob gestured to Ian. "Does he not meet with your satisfaction, my lord?"
"Satisfaction for what?"
Another figure stepped around him. This one was a small, tiny woman with dark tawny skin. She looked like a beautiful angel. "Your human sacrifice. We thought by now you'd have devoured him." lan's eyes widened as he stepped away from Nick.
"I'm not going to hurt a kid."
They looked as baffled as he felt. Were they crazy?
An evil laugh rippled in the air around him. "Stand down, my children. He's not our Malachai yet. Our embryo is still thinking he's human. But he'll learn. Now bring him to me." Ian started crying.
Nick refused to go without him. "I'm not leaving him alone. He's scared."
The female scowled. "What do you care?"
"I care a lot." Nick held his hand out for Ian, who took it and held it tight.
"Let him bring the small creature," the blob said. "There's no harm in it."
"Very well." The woman stepped back. "If you'll follow me."
Nick obeyed and the blob fell in behind them as the woman led the way down a dank hallway that reminded him of an old factory. "Where are we?"
"That's not important." She opened a door and stood back to let him and Ian enter first. Nick hesitated. Glancing around, he made sure there was no immediate threat before he moved forward.
Inside was a large room that definitely belonged to a warehouse. The rusted green walls had seen better years. There was dust, cobwebs, and broken glass everywhere.
But that wasn't what was important.
It was Madaug, his mom, Eric, Tabitha, and Stone, who were all being held in a cage.
"Mama!" Ian ran to his mother to hug her through the bars.
Nick knew better than to be so relieved, as he saw the three demons who seemed to be in charge. He recognized the woman from the alley and the two men who had been with her. Now in human form, they were dressed all in leather. The men in black and the woman in bright bloodred.
Her blond hair was slicked back from her face as she approached him slowly like a predator. "You are ever a surprise."
He didn't know what that meant, but he was pretty sure it wasn't a good thing. "What's going on here?"
She gestured to the wall on his right, where a huge monitor was set up and a game was on pause. "Do you know the power of that game?"
"I know the power of all games. They're mesmerizing." His mom called them time-sucks because once you started playing, human concept of time slowed down. What seemed like five minutes of play equaled an hour in real time. Even Menyara had called them a tool of evil.
In this case, she might be right.
Nick saw the dazed look on Tabitha, Madaug, and Eric's faces. "What have you done to them?"
"They're the ones who played." She held a controller out for him. "Don't you want to join them in a match and beat their high score?"
The blob put his hand on Nick's shoulder and pushed him toward the woman. Suddenly, he felt trapped. Stifled.
It was a sensation he'd always hated. And one that ignited his temper.
She took the game off pause. "Look at it, Nicholas."
Nick tried to turn away, but the blob grabbed him and forced him to face it. He slammed his eyes shut. The blob grabbed him from behind and forced his lids open until he had no choice but to watch.
His breathing ragged, Nick struggled as hard as he could, but it was futile.
Before he even realized what he was doing, he was watching the central character—a blond man dressed in a long flowing coat—executing the army of zombies in an old cemetery as the game's mission scrolled across the screen. The impulse to play radiated through him until he had no choice except to obey.
In a world where ancient evil has been unleashed, there is only one hope for mankind.
You.
Your mission is to fight the zombies, humans who ve been turned into mindless killers, through the cemetery to the ancient catacombs where an elixir was hidden long ago by a fair princess. Collect your items of protection and weapons along the way until you are virtually indestructible.
Your w'ts and your prowess are the only things that cant be taken away. But be warned. Even those closest to you can be turned and they w'll turn against you while you fight. The only way to power up is to eat the hearts of your enemies and to lay waste to as many as you can. Your experience points w'll dramatically increase the power of your blows.
Good luck, warrior.
May the ancient gods be w'th you.
The lights of the game flashed, entrancing him. Nick struggled to stay alert to everything around him, but he couldn't focus on anything except the main character. It was like the two of them were one. Like he was Necodemus the Necromancer fighting through the ever-growing army of zombies.
Every kill gave him a heart or weapon to collect. Every kill brought him closer to the catacomb....
You are ours, a voice whispered in his ear.
Nick felt himself slipping into a fog. Completely unaware of everything around him, he played the game. It was like he stood on a precipice that allowed him to see straight into infinity. Time slowed and bent, the universe whispered secrets to him.
And with every kill he felt more powerful. More invincible.
You are the Malachai. Those words whispered through his mind as images assaulted him. Images of him beating down his enemies. Of every bully, every Stone and Mr. Peters in his life getting exactly what they deserved. Not death—that would be too kind for their special breed of brutality—something worse. Much, much worse.
They became him. They were the ones who were mocked and belittled and laughed at, and made to feel like they were less than nothing.
Each and everyone of them. Every insult. Every snide comment and look. It was all returned to them tenfold.
They begged for mercy while he gave to them the same amount they'd given him in his life.
None whatsoever.
Take that, you scum-sucking snipes. Eat your words and your cruelty. May you drown in it and die.
"He's ours now," the mortent leader announced. "Not made by evil, butbirthed by human cruelty." She handed Nick a sword. "Now take your vengeance on the ones who've mocked you. Kill them and eat their brains."
Nick turned to Stone, whose eyes were large and filled with terror. Every nasty comment and insult he'd ever given Nick played through his head now. Right down to Stone getting him thrown off the team. To Stone trying to get him thrown out of school....
Screaming in outrage, Nick ran at the pig so that he could gut him once and for all.
CHAPTER 18
Stone fell back in his cage, screaming like a four-year-old girl who'd lost her favorite toy as he held his arms up to protect himself and beg for his life.
Nick tasted vengeance and honestly...
It was sweet and satisfying.
But it wasn't filling, no matter how much he wanted it to be. In fact, it was hollow and cold. Even though he tried to tell himself Stone deserved nothing b
ut the humiliation he'd heaped onto others' heads, that he deserved to die for what he'd done to other people, Nick couldn't buy it.
He finally understood what Ambrose had tried to tell him about Mike, Tyree, and Alan.
/ dont want to be like Stone and the others.
To have no friends. No decency. To not be able to enjoy anything because he was too busy being jealous and petty over other people.
Stone was pathetic. He was weak.
Most of all, he wasn't worth Nick damning himself for. In the end, nothing could be cruelerthan leaving Stone to live his putrid life of false friends and petty jealousies. Friends who didn't really like him. Who only wanted to use him for what they could get.
Yeah, that was hell on earth and he wanted no part of it. While Nick could be happy wearing used clothes and living in squalor with his mother and Menyara, Stone couldn't be happy in a mansion with every over-priced toy and gadget his parents could give him.
How could Nick ever envy or want that? He doesnt deserve to live. Think of all the others he's tortured. The others hell torture in the future if you let him
go-
Nick pressed the tip of his sword against Stone's throat as Stone wet his pants and wept. And still the voice in his head was unrelenting.
Spill the blood of your enemy and you w'll command armies.... You w'll be free.
No one w'll ever mock you again.
Ever.
He felt the cold hand of something evil on the nape of his neck, caressing him. "Do it," a soft, gentle voice urged. "Make yourself strong enough to command the respect of everyone you meet. Then no one will mock you ever again. You have to kill your enemies to have respect and be free of your past."
The mortent was right. The only way to be free was to kill his enemies and bury them deep.
But there was more than one way to slay them. Stone and his kind had already taken up too much of his past. Nick wasn't about to give them his future too.
All of a sudden, the dagger and book in his pocket heated up as something inside him was freed. Not by his hatred. Not by his need for revenge.
It was his sense of justice. A clarity of thought he'd never had before. He didn't want the respect of people who weren't worth wiping his nose on—people who weren't worth the spat-out gum attached to the bottom of his worn-out shoes.
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