Unleashed: Part 2 (Unleashed Series)

by Rachel McClellan

  Albert raced down the halls, faster than before, no longer caring about the security cameras. He didn't know how, but somehow, someday, he would destroy this place.

  Turning into the warehouse office, he was across the room in three steps and bursting through the outside door, knocking it free from its hinges. Before it had a chance to hit the ground, he was already leaping over the fence and speeding into the forest.

  A burning grew in his chest, and at first Albert thought it was because he had exerted himself too much, but when he stopped and the searing heat continued, he knew. He frantically looked around. The forest's darkness surrounded him and pushed on him at all sides. There was no help in this place, or anywhere for that matter. Gage was coming and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

  Albert sunk to the cold ground, a sharp stick pressing against his back. If only it would puncture his heart.

  "Don't think like that," he heard Gage whisper, but it was his own lips moving. And then he slipped away into a terrible black hole.

  Gage stood up, smiled into the night, and stretched. His bones popped into place as they finished their transformation. "So they think they can get rid of me?" he said to the creatures hidden within the forest. He laughed long and hard. The sound was heavy and cold and full of such evil that it bathed the forest in poison, silencing even the crickets.

  "We’ll see about that," he said and disappeared into the darkness.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Claire looked through her bag one final time before zipping it up. She flung it over her shoulder and went to the window to close the curtains. The sun was just coming up; it was bright and full of promise.

  She drew the curtains, her hands clinging to the heavy black material. In less than 48 hours she had a real chance at making all her dreams come true. Tonight she'd be playing on a stage for thousands, but more importantly for potential agents. This was her ticket out of Bandon.

  Claire let go of the curtain and removed her cell phone from her pocket. The only thing she didn't want to leave behind was Ethan. He had tried calling her while she was in the shower, but when she tried to call him back he didn’t answer. Several minutes later, she debated whether or not to call him again, but then scolded herself for being needy. You’re fine, she told herself. Ethan will call.

  She didn’t want to be freaked out, but Anne’s words still scared her. Anne had made her doubt her closest friends. But the moment Ethan had put his arm around her in the backseat of Logan's car, she knew it couldn't be him. There was just no way; she'd know.

  As for Logan, when he'd dropped her off at her house, lingering at her front door, she'd looked into his eyes, the color of oak leaves in spring. They held no deceit, only concern. No, Logan, her best friend since grade school was not Gage. It wasn't possible.

  It was someone else, someone who knew her well or at least her schedule. Like Corey. She could totally imagine him being an evil monster.

  Claire took a deep breath and tightened her grip on her phone. No more thinking of dark things. Today her dreams were going to come true.

  She walked out of her room, glancing once at her mom’s closed door. Not like she expected her to be awake, but it would've been nice to have someone see her off. Valerie would've. That was probably the biggest thing she missed – having an active participant in her life. At least her mom was letting her take the van. Without it, she wasn't sure how they'd get the equipment to Portland.

  After eating a small breakfast, she opened the front door. The sky was gray. A heavy fog clung to the forest and a light mist dampened her skin. Across the street, Smith was leaning against his patrol car like he’d been there all night. She smiled big and crossed the lawn to him. "Good morning, Smith," she said. "What brings you here so early?"

  He uncrossed his arms and straightened. "I think you know what. You shouldn't be going, Claire."

  She sighed. "I appreciate your concern, more than you know, but I have to go. This is a huge opportunity."

  Smith turned his head and stared into the fog. "I don't have a good feeling."

  "Because you're a pessimist. Everything will be fine."

  He turned back to her, shaking his head slowly. "It's not just a bad feeling, it's like,” he hesitated as if trying to find the right words, “something really bad is about to happen. I feel it in my gut."

  “That’s the donuts talking.” She smiled, but when her attempt at a joke didn’t crack his serious demeanor, she said, "You've always been good to me even though I don't deserve it half of the time. Thank you for being the one stable adult I can count on." Surprising even herself, she gave him a hug. "I'll be back in three days. Nothing bad is going to happen, but just in case I'll keep my eyes open and will call you if I see anything out of the ordinary." She let him go and stepped back.

  Smith's expression hadn't changed, but he said, "You going to pick up Kate?"

  "Yeah. We're taking the van and Steph and Audrey will be meeting us there."

  "And Logan?"

  Claire looked past his shoulder toward the forest beyond. "He's not coming."

  She wished he was, but he’d said he had to work.

  Smith opened his car door. "Alright then. You girls be careful. And Claire,” his eyes met hers, “you’re going to be amazing."

  "Thanks, Smith." Claire turned to walk away, but stopped and said, "Who knows? Maybe the next time I see you, I'll have a record deal."

  For the first time that morning, he smiled. "I hope so."

  Claire pulled into Kate's driveway feeling great. This was really happening. All she'd been working toward for the last four years was finally here, and she couldn't wait.

  Kate opened the front door of her home and gave her mom a quick hug. The moment she let go she ran toward the car, jumping and punching her arms into the air. She threw open the passenger door and tossed her bag into the back seat. "I'm so freaking excited! I couldn't sleep all night!"

  Claire laughed. "Me, too."

  "Best day ever!"

  Claire sped off, the sounds of their laughter filling the car.

  "So remind me, why are we taking the back roads?" Kate asked, and then took a long sip from a huge mug.

  "It’s faster."

  "That's debatable. I guess we'll just see who gets to the hotel first. Steph was taking the highway right?"

  Claire checked her rearview mirror for the hundredth time. "Yup." All clear, no one was following them. She had remained calm in front of Smith, but his warning had frightened her.

  "Did you talk to Ethan yet?"

  "I missed his call, but I’m sure he’ll call back."

  "How about Logan?"

  "Nope."

  Kate was checking herself out in the sun visor’s mirror. "Weird. You'd think he would've called by now."

  Claire checked the time. "It's only eight. He’s probably still sleeping."

  "Maybe, but personally I think Logan's upset that he's not playing with us."

  Claire shook her head. "I don't think so."

  "Then he's upset that you rejected him."

  "Nah. We'll be friends forever, he knows that." She looked in the rearview mirror again.

  "But maybe that's the problem," Kate said and then glanced behind her. "Why do you keep checking your mirrors? You're making me nervous."

  Claire straightened and gripped both hands on the steering wheel. "It's nothing. Just something Smith said."

  "What, is he still freaked out about Gage?"

  "I guess."

  "What about you? Are you freaked out?"

  "How can I not be? Some mutant's running free."

  Kate fluffed her already perfect hair. "Well it's been awhile since anyone's seen him. Maybe he's moved on."

  "I hope so," Claire said and reached for the radio. "What do you want to listen to?"

  "Us, of course," Kate said and laughed.

  Claire grinned. It made her happy to see Kate happy, especially after last year and all the problems she’d had with Corey. Th
is dream wasn't just hers. Kate wanted this just as badly.

  Claire pressed play on her iPod. One of the first songs they ever wrote blared through the speakers.

  "This one's still my favorite," Kate said, drumming her fingers against the dashboard.

  Claire nodded and pressed on the accelerator. It was a straight stretch of road, extending through the center of a huge forest. The trees pressed against it as if it didn't like the foreign intrusion. In a way, she felt sorry for the woods. She knew what it felt like to have something you didn't want forced upon you.

  "You want some chips?" Kate asked.

  “Lay them on me.”

  Kate undid her seatbelt and turned to the seat behind her to rummage through a bag.

  Claire kept her gaze on the road, letting the sound of her own voice soothe her. Just then she saw something ahead, no someone, disappear into the forest. Her heart began to pound. "Did you see that?"

  Kate turned back around. "See what?"

  "I thought I saw..." She let her foot off the accelerator.

  "What?" Kate asked again.

  It couldn't have been. Not here. The flash of black, the hood. Speed up or slow down? She was almost to the spot where she thought she saw him disappear into the forest when she decided to speed up.

  "Watch out!" Kate screamed.

  Claire saw it too, but it was too late to do anything about it. A thick chain across the road was being lifted as if someone hidden within the trees was whipping it into the air. The chain rose high and for a second Claire thought they were going to drive under it, but then it came crashing down on top of their hood with such force that the whole front of the van buckled. The back of the car reared up high into the air, flipping them over.

  Time slowed.

  She turned to Kate, whose body was being slammed into the roof of the car. Claire tried to reach for her, but the centrifugal motion forced her arm up. She watched it tangle inside her dark hair.

  The van landed on its top, shattering the driver’s side window. Shards of glass flew into the side of her face and arm, cutting deep into her skin. Claire didn't scream; she barely flinched. All she could think about was Kate, whose body lay crumpled up in the back seat.

  The upside-down, broken van expelled its last breath and steam hissed from its dented hood. Claire's head was pressed painfully against the top of the car.

  "Kate?" she whispered. It hurt to speak through a cut on her lip.

  Claire reached for her seatbelt and clicked. This time she cried out when she fell to the roof of the car. Her whole body felt like it had been punched with a wrecking ball. She turned around and tried to focus her vision. "Kate?”

  She didn’t move.

  Claire’s breathing quickened. “Answer me, Kate! Wake up!”

  When there was no response, Claire tried to reposition herself to where she could get onto all fours, but the steering wheel and the center console had been displaced in the wreck, blocking her path to Kate. The only way around was to crawl out the driver’s side window and reach her through the back windows.

  Claire looked around until she found her jacket stuck between the seat and the glove box. She took hold of it and placed it across the broken glass sticking out of the smashed door. In sort of an army crawl, she began to inch her way out the window. “You better be okay, Kate. I need you to be okay.”

  She stopped, halfway out the window, when she heard movement off to the side of the road. Through blurry vision she made out a tall, dark form walking toward her, like an approaching storm surging with power. A hand rose and removed a hood. Black hair. Dark eyes.

  Claire lowered her head to her forearm, gasping and thinking hard. She had to get to Kate as soon as possible, even if that meant fighting the person who terrified her the most.

  She glanced around. The only thing within reach was a piece of a broken headlight almost the size of a dagger’s blade. It would have to do.

  "What an unfortunate accident," Gage said when he was within a foot of her. He squatted next to her. "You never know when something bad will happen, do you?"

  Claire rolled over in the direction of the broken, hard plastic. When her fingers closed tightly around it, she pulled it close to her side and looked up at Gage. His stare was cold and chilled her bones, more than any winter snow had ever done.

  He glanced toward Kate at the rear of the van. "Your friend should've been wearing her seatbelt.”

  “Please let me check on her,” she said, her lungs hurting when she filled them with air.

  “Not until we’re done talking.”

  “Then talk. You have my attention,” she said while adjusting the plastic dagger in her hand for a better grip. Kate still hadn't moved or said a word, and she was afraid if Kate didn't get medical attention soon, it would be too late.

  “Not now. Not here. You might bleed to death.” He wiped at a stream of blood running down the side of her face with his thumb. Claire gripped the shard of plastic tighter, ignoring the pain as it cut into her hand.

  "Then why? Why did you do this? Why can’t you just leave me alone?" she asked and then coughed, bringing the taste of blood to her mouth.

  Gage glanced back at the chain now lying on the road in front of the car. "I needed to get your attention. So you know you can't mess with me. And I’m going to let you think about that until Sunday night when you are going to meet me.”

  “Where?” She glanced back at Kate in time to catch the rise and fall of her friend’s chest. Kate was alive at least. For now.

  “Where you first learned to ride a dirt bike. At midnight and come alone. And if I sense you're playing me, your little friend’s injuries," he motioned his head toward Kate, "will become permanent. Do you get what I'm saying?"

  Claire nodded, then grimaced at the pain the motion caused in her neck.

  "Sunday night. Midnight," he said again and touched her face. His hand slid down the side of her neck and to her shoulder. Claire’s hand holding the plastic began to shake. She wondered if she had enough strength to plunge it into his eye.

  Before she could try, his hand darted for hers. He gripped her wrist tightly and turned it over. Blood dripped freely from her clenched fingers.

  "You shouldn't hurt yourself more than you already are," he said. While still holding her wrist, his free hand reached inside Claire's pant pocket and removed her phone. "Time to call the police." He dropped the phone a few feet from her. "Remember, don't say a word. See you soon, Claire."

  He let go of her and straightened.

  As soon as he did, the morning sun burned bright into Claire's eyes. She closed them and turned away. She waited a few seconds to see what he'd do next, but when nothing happened she opened her eyes and looked around.

  Gage was gone.

  She reached for her phone and dialed 911.

  The End of Unleashed Part 2 – To be continued in Unleashed: Part 3—available now!

  Unleashed Part 3 on Amazon.com

  Unleashed Part 3 on Amazon.co.uk

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  Saving Eden (Original Series #3)

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  Unleashed: Part 2

  Unleashed: Part 3

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  Rachel currently lives in New Hampshire, a place secretly known for its supernatural creatures. When she's not in her writing lair, she's partying with her husband and four children. Her love for storytelling began as a child when the moon first possessed the night. For when the lights went out, her imagination painted a whole new world. And what a scary world it was …

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