Authors: A.P. Kensey
Tags: #young adult adventure, #young adult fantasy, #young adult action, #ya fantasy, #teen novel, #superpower
Bloom (29 page)
Reece stood next to her and guided her away.
“Let’s go,” he said. He cried out in pain and clutched at his chest. His breath came out in quick, ragged gasps as Shelly helped him to stay on his feet. “We don’t belong with them.”
“Wait,” said Colton weakly. “Don’t go.” He reached out but their blurry figures faded away into the brightening sunlight.
Colton closed his eyes and tried not to think about the pain that covered his entire body. Far above, through the hole in the side of the building, Haven screamed.
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section of the floor fell away beneath Haven’s feet as she jumped to the side. The edges of the hole glowed with white plasma.
Alistair cackled from across the room.
Haven was trying to keep the pillars between them as she moved closer to the machine. Her only hope was that Alistair would bring the whole place to the ground before he realized what was happening.
“You’re alone!” he shouted. “What a noble sacrifice you’ve made! Pointless, but noble. Even if your friends survived the fall, I’ll find them.”
Haven ran from one pillar to the next and caught a quick glimpse of Alistair. His eyes glowed solid white. Wavy, ghost-like strands of energy floated up from his body like the tentacles of an upside-down jellyfish.
“Your little brother was the key,” he said. “Did you know that?”
Haven pictured Noah in the chair at the medical center. She remembered the scar on his small chest.
“Very strong, your brother,” continued Alistair. “At least he will be some day. Normally Bernam couldn’t sense anyone until they were at least your age, but little Noah was different. Bernam couldn’t sense you, though, or else we could’ve gotten two for one!”
He laughed and shot a beam of energy through the pillar behind Haven. It crumbled to the floor as she ran to the next one.
The ceiling above her head groaned and cracked. A small piece of black tile fell to the floor and shattered.
“Ah, I see,” said Alistair. “Very clever. It was Bernam’s stupid idea to leave these floors open like this. I much prefer a smaller, cozier place.”
Haven looked at the machine.
Most of the metal boxes that fed the tubes were similar—polished chrome with no decoration. There was one piece of equipment in the back that was different. Small wires ran out of the wall and connected to the outside of that particular piece. It was a lot less polished than the rest of the machine—more utilitarian in nature.
Haven made that her target and hoped she could project her energy more than a few feet.
She forced herself to picture the blue sphere of plasma in the vast field of nothing. She channeled the energy to her core and down to her hands. Warmth flowed over her entire body and silent blue flames skittered across her arms. Floating in the air on either side of her were the tips of her energy wings—they fanned out from her back and lit up the entire room.
Haven stepped out from behind the pillar and held up her hand toward the piece of machinery near the wall. Blue plasma spiraled from her hand and smacked into the wall, above her mark. She dropped her aim and hit the target, moving the stream of energy over the machine until the blue light faded from her vision and she breathed out, exhausted. Her energy wings slowly receded into her back and disappeared.
The machine groaned and one of the tubes burst, sending a steady stream of gas into the air.
Alistair whistled in appreciation.
“Now
that
is impressive,” he said. “You don’t see wings like that every day.” He walked to the middle of the room and looked at the machine. “Thanks for saving me the trouble. Can’t have just anybody popping in to use it, now can I?” He walked forward slowly, with his hands slightly raised to show that he meant no harm. “I don’t suppose you’d be interested in joining me?” he asked. “I’m really going places.”
She turned to face him and the blue energy flared up around her.
He cocked his head to the side and the ghost-like tendrils floating up from his body shot across the room and burrowed into Haven’s skin.
“No,” he said. “I thought not. Pity.”
The tendrils lifted her from the ground and spun her in the air slowly. She screamed as the burning strands moved over her skin.
Alistair walked in a wide circle around her, tapping on his chin thoughtfully. More strands of energy grew from his skin and extended toward Haven to sink down into her body.
“You know,” he said, “I might be able to
make
you obey me. There’s really no way to know my limits until I test them. The brain is controlled by electrical impulses, after all. That’s what makes it so easy to shut off. Who knows? Maybe mind control isn’t so far-fetched. You can be my first test subject. What do you say?”
The piece of equipment at the back of the machine squealed and split down the side. Blue light flowed over the tubes and crackled against the outsides of the metal boxes. One of the boxes exploded, sending jagged pieces of thin metal in all directions.
The explosion rocked the entire building and the tendrils of white energy coming out of Alistair quickly pulled back into his skin. Haven smacked into the floor and rolled behind a fallen pillar just as another box exploded.
A piece of metal shaped like a saw blade spun through the air and slammed into Alistair’s chest.
He looked down at the protruding blade in confusion and stumbled backward on his feet.
Haven ran for the big hole in the wall, and for the sunlight beyond.
Alistair screamed.
His body was consumed in white energy. It exploded outward like a series of pulsing underwater detonations—spheres of burning light shot out from his core and stopped, only to be overtaken by a larger, more powerful barrier of white plasma.
The roof collapsed behind Haven as she ran toward the wall. Chunks of concrete crashed all around her as she passed crumbling pillars.
She felt the heat on her back—felt it burning into her skin.
She looked behind her as she ran. Alistair stood in front of the machine, arms outstretched, head cast upward in a perpetual scream. His body was a black silhouette in a piercing center of white light.
The machine exploded.
Fire blossomed out from the base of the platform and swallowed Alistair’s body. Before he disappeared into the flames, he lowered his head and looked directly at Haven, his eyes burning pools of white light.
Haven reached the hole in the wall and jumped.
The barrier of white plasma slammed into her back and pushed her far out over the parking lot. She spun head over heels, catching glimpses of the orange sky, the black asphalt, and the collapsing building.
Soon all she saw was the desert rushing up to her face.
At the last second, someone dove to the ground beneath her.
It was Dormer.
She stopped falling an inch away from his body and hung in the air. He moved to the side and she fell lightly into his outstretched arms.
Dormer helped her up and dusted off her shoulders. He smiled.
“We were just coming up to get you,” he said. “You made it.”
“So did you.” She coughed again. Her throat was bone dry—it felt like she could drink a gallon of water.
An explosion of flame belched out of the building through the hole in the sixth floor. The fire crawled up toward the roof, shattering every window along its path.
“You found your brother?” asked Haven.
Dormer nodded. “He’ll be fine after a while. He’s with the other patients at the medical facility. Most of them are still asleep.”
“What will happen to them?”
“Hopefully Micah cleared some space at The Dome. They can stay with us as long as they’d like, but I expect most will want to get back to their lives. We can talk more about that later. Right now someone wants to see you.”
He led Haven to the parking lot, where a group of people were gathered. Colton stood a few feet away, watching the black building collapse on itself. He winced in pain and touched the side of his ribcage. Marius and Corva sat on the ground next to each other, smiling up at the setting sun. Their wounds were healed over but dark bruises still covered much of their arms and faces.
“I’ll get them fixed up properly back at The Grove,” said Dormer. “Ah, here we are.”
Haven turned as her little brother jumped into her arms.
“Noah!” she said. She closed her eyes and hugged him harder than she ever had before.
He leaned back and kissed her on the nose, then rested his head on her shoulder. Haven smiled as tears rolled down her cheeks.
“He’s strong,” said Dormer. “But it will take a while to fully heal.”
“Thank you,” whispered Haven. “Thank you for keeping him safe.”
Dormer smiled and walked away. He knelt down next to Marius and tried to inspect his healed wounds, but Marius half-heartedly swatted him away.
Haven stood next to Colton as a big piece of the roof collapsed down through the top few floors of the building. It slipped over the wall and fell onto the parking lot with a loud crunch. The ground shook as a huge explosion blew out every remaining window, sending a million shards of glass spinning into the air. Setting sunlight glinted off the glass, turning it into a falling sheet of glimmering light.
A bigger burst of orange flames erupted through the hole in the sixth floor and consumed the top half of the building.
“What happened to your friend?” asked Haven. She rubbed Noah’s back as she watched the building burn.
“He’s gone,” said Colton.
“With the girl?”
He nodded. “He never really had a chance. He just…he just grabbed at the first thing that he thought would make him special.”
“We all do that in our own way.”
Colton shook his head. “We lost
so much
.”
Haven looked into his eyes and smiled. “We’ll get it back.”
She kissed Noah’s forehead as she turned away from the building to join the others.
E
PILOGUE
N
ight fell on the desert, bringing with it a sudden chill that cooled the hissing ruins of the black building. The structure had completely collapsed into itself and sunk partially into the ground. Smoke rose from a shallow crater lined with the protruding edges of blackened steel crossbeams.
The parking lot surrounding the building was charred all the way to its edges and the sand near the asphalt had burned so hotly that it turned to glass.
With a loud scrape of steel on steel, one of the crossbeams jutting up from the ruins shifted to the side. The chunk of roofing it had been supporting fell deeper into the crater and cracked in half over a giant chrome sphere—one of many that dotted the remains of the building.
From a shadowed spot next to the base of the shifting crossbeam, a burned hand reached up toward the sky. Cloth had melted into the skin of the arm and fused with crisp, red-black flesh.
The hand gripped the crossbeam and Alistair pulled himself up from the ruins.
He screamed to the night sky, his breath fogging out in a slow cloud. He reached up to touch his face—the skin over his cheeks felt like thin paper and sizzled under his fingertips.
His hair was gone—his scalp burned down to his skull. He let out a small whimper as he stood next to the fallen building and looked down at his body, burned black and red from the fire.
Alistair’s whimper turned to quiet sobbing as he stood up straight and nurtured the violent thoughts in his mind—he turned them over and over again until they gave him strength. White light flickered in the cracks of his burnt skin and his eyes glowed brighter until they became two brilliant white stars in a sea of night.
His sobbing made the slow turn to insane laughter—it started as a cough, shifted to a mischievous chuckle that shook his body with every sound, and built to a deep, cackling rumble as it echoed across the desert.
Alistair moved away into the night to become one more shadow in a world filled with darkness.
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