Unleashed (24 page)

Gage

Claire's head spun and she placed her hand on the wall to steady herself. As soon as her mind stopped reeling, she tossed the letter into her locker, slammed the door, and bolted for the bathroom before she had a complete breakdown in front of the few people still wandering the halls.

Once inside a bathroom stall, Claire slumped to the floor between the wall and the toilet. She tried to take deep breaths, but they caught in her chest until great tears spilled onto her jeans. There was no way out. Never had she felt so helpless. At least with her father she had options. But Gage was different. She wiped at her eyes with her sleeve and tilted her head back, staring into the glare of the fluorescent lights.

But the hopelessness wasn't what was making her sick to her stomach—a pain that had started the night before. There were too many signs, too many coincidences. Gage had to be someone she knew and loved:
Ethan or Logan
. She clutched her aching stomach.

Other than Smith, they were the only ones who knew about her decision to leave. Then last night she’d remembered what Gage had said at the car accident, about meeting her at the spot where she learned to ride a dirt bike. At first, she hadn’t thought too much about it, but then she realized only Logan and Ethan knew where that was. And they were the only ones who knew about the gun. And they were the only ones who had found her last night. Claire was sure now, despite the innocence she saw in each of their eyes. Maybe whoever it was didn’t know he was Gage. Or maybe he did know and was the best liar she’d ever met. More tears fell.

Minutes passed by as she considered her options. Leave and risk everyone getting killed? Stay and become a killer-freak like Gage?

Or.

She sat up. Do exactly what Logan had suggested.

Kill Gage.

When Anne told her that Gage was someone she knew and she’d have to kill them, Claire didn't think she could do it, but too much had happened. And now she was backed into a corner. She shook her head, stood, and brushed herself off. No matter what mask Gage wore, she'd kill anyone who would make her into a victim again.

Resolved and determined, she went to the bathroom sink and washed her hands. She met her gaze in the mirror for a fraction of a second and then looked down.
No matter who it is
, she thought, before shutting off the water and leaving the bathroom.

Claire stepped into the hallway at the same moment the bell rang. Students poured into the hall and she moved in line with them, her head up. In her mind she was already planning how to get Gage, but first she had to figure out who he was. That would be the hard part.

She turned the corner, dozens of students turning with her, all heading toward the lunchroom. Without warning, a strong arm from behind wrapped around her shoulders and pulled her backwards into a muscled chest. The perpetrator practically lifted her up and dragged her to the wall away from everyone else.

"Hello, Claire," a familiar, poisonous voice said in her ear. "I have something for you."

Before she could scream, Gage stabbed a syringe into her neck. A warm liquid rushed into her vein. "You can thank me later," he whispered before removing the syringe and disappearing into the sea of students.

THIRTY-FOUR

Claire brought her hand up to her neck. Time slowed and the hall began to spin. She blinked slowly. Not far away she saw Kate waving at her. A bright pink cast was on her arm. It matched the rose clip in her hair.
I like it
, she thought before she crumbled to the floor.

A searing pain, much like she imagined how fire would feel, exploded all over her body. She curled into a tight ball, unable to make a sound. The fire was everywhere, lapping at her skin, boiling her blood, cooking her insides. If only she could scream, she might be able to release some of the pain.

People nearby spoke fast; their voices were high-pitched like they’d been sucking helium. She wanted to swat at them, tell them to go away and let her suffer in silence. And then she felt herself being picked up and carried. The small breeze from moving stung every nerve ending in her skin, causing her even more pain. Voices kept talking. The sound of a door opening and closing. And then only one voice.

"The nurse will be here soon," the voice said, slower, deeper, and this time Claire recognized it as Logan's. She gripped his hand and felt him squeeze it back.

The pain, once burning, began to lessen and change into a coolness that coursed through her blood. She became aware of a couch beneath her, the soft humming of appliances, and the smell of spaghetti. She must be in the teacher’s lounge.

Claire stretched her legs. They felt much better now that the fire was gone. In fact they felt great, lighter somehow. She opened her eyes.

Logan was kneeling on the floor next to her, head lowered. She watched him for a moment, wondering if it was him who had stabbed her only moments ago, but her thoughts stopped altogether when her system was shocked by a surge of energy. It tightened her muscles, shocked her nerve endings, and even seemed to bring parts of her mind more alive. She sat up and inhaled.

Logan looked up. "You okay?"

Claire nodded slowly, focusing only on her surroundings. She felt incredible, almost as if she were a new person. Everything around her was sharper somehow, more clear. She smiled.

"Claire?" Logan said, frowning.

Her eyes went to the doorway, to where students were crowding around trying to peek at her through the door’s small window. Some new part of her loved that she was making a spectacle.

“Get out of here!” Logan snapped at them and then returned his attention to Claire. “What happened out there?”

She told the truth. "Gage was here. He injected me with something, probably the same drug he takes." When she said it, she tried to pay attention to his reaction, knowing it was important, but it was hard. She just didn't care.

He took hold of her arm. "Gage was here? When?"

"A while ago. He injected me," she pointed to her neck, "and then took off. Weird."

Logan glanced toward the door.

"Don't worry about it. He's long gone," she said.

He looked back at her. "Don't worry? When he possibly gave you the same stuff that turned him into a monster?" His voice was growing louder.

Claire ruffled his hair. "It’s okay. I'm not going to become a homicidal maniac quite yet. Gage told me on the cliffs that it takes three times, but whatever it is, I feel great." She stood and stretched. "Quit staring at me like that. It's not a big deal."

"Would you listen to yourself?" He stood up. "This is huge! I can't believe you're not freaking out!"

She rolled her eyes just as the door flew open. Kate and Ethan rushed in.

Ethan came to her, his gaze scanning her up and down. "I thought you said she was messed up, Kate?" he said, glancing back at Kate.

Kate's mouth was open. "She was. She was having some sort of a seizure on the ground. Logan told me to go get you and the nurse."

Claire let out a long, exaggerated breath. "You guys, I'm fine. Can we please just get some lunch already?"

"Not until the nurse looks at you," Logan said. “And we have a long talk about what happened."

"What happened?" Ethan asked.

"I'm not waiting for the nurse," Claire said. "I'm out." She opened the door and walked off, not caring who followed.

She walked straight toward the school’s front door, past the Bandon High Mirror, and out into the sun. Every part of her breathed with new life and she no longer felt any guilt or anger, not even in the deepest part of her heart where she concealed her darkest pains. All of it was just gone.

So this is what it felt like to be alive. She wanted to run, dance, scream; nothing seemed impossible.

Before she knew it, Claire found herself at the beach. Most people considered it too cold to go swimming this time of the year, but she didn't care. She wanted to swim.

Claire tore off her shirt and snaked out of her jeans, leaving on only her bra and panties. She ran toward the ocean, each step sinking in and out of the sand with ease, and then dived into the water. The coolness of it didn’t shock her like she thought it would. She stayed underwater for a long time, feeling like she could hold her breath forever. Whatever drug Gage had injected her with, she loved it.

When her head broke the surface of the water, she heard, "Claire!" She glanced toward the beach. Ethan and Kate were standing together calling her name.

She swam toward them, until she could touch bottom, and then walked out of the sea, oblivious to her attire.

"Geez, Claire, cover up," Kate said. "What are you doing out here anyway?"

Claire shook her wet hair. "What's it to you? I'm not hurting anyone."

"Yeah, well, you look ridiculous," Kate said while scratching at the inside of her cast.

"At least I'm doing exactly what I want to do instead of always dreaming about it."

Kate glared at her. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Claire knew what she was about to say would hurt Kate, but she no longer had a filter. "I think that cast is the best thing that could've happened to you. Call it a reality check, Kate, cuz its not like you're going anywhere. You're going to end up exactly like your mother—working in a truck stop diner for the rest of your life."

By Kate’s expression, Claire might as well have slapped her.

"I can’t believe I called you my best friend," Kate said before she turned around and walked away.

"Claire," Ethan said, his voice stern, "we need to talk."

"I don't want to talk." She walked over to him and cuddled up to his chest. "Keep me warm," she said, even though she wasn't cold.

He took her by both arms and pushed her away. "Logan told me what Gage did to you. This is serious."

She looked into his eyes. "Is it? Maybe this is what you secretly want."

His brow furrowed. "I would never want this for you. And what does that mean anyway?"

A smile played at her lips.

"You think I'm Gage?” he asked. “That's insane."

She shook free of his grip.

Ethan continued to talk. "Gage injected you with poison. Do you get that?"

She walked back toward the water. "I don't care, Ethan. This is the first time in my life where I don’t feel like I have to fight." She dove into the water and swam away.

THIRTY-FIVE

Gage stared down at Claire from the top of the cliff. She swam expertly, despite the fact that the tide was coming in. He knew what she was feeling, and would've given anything to be there with her, sharing her high, feeling as if they were the only two people in the world. He breathed in deeply trying to smell her bliss.

But he couldn't get distracted.

He turned away from Claire and took the long way home on a trail through the forest. He couldn't be seen just yet. She was close to figuring out his true identity, and it would really mess up his plans if she did it too soon.

He began to jog, thinking how wonderful it was not to worry about Albert anymore. For the most part, Gage now had enough control over him that he could use Albert’s voice and body to lie to Claire. She would believe anything he said.

He leapt over a fallen log.

Gage thought about taking Albert back to school. The lunch break had ended twenty minutes ago and someone might notice he was missing.

In the end, though, he decided not to return to school. Screw them all. In just a few days, Claire would be his and together they would leave this place forever.

Gage snuck through Albert’s back yard, mindful of any nosey neighbors. He moved to open the door, but discovered it was locked. He cursed when he remembered Albert’s keys were back in his locker. With one hard tug, Gage broke the lock and opened the door.

The house was quiet except for the sounds of his shoes against the linoleum floor, which he deliberately scuffed up, leaving angry black marks on the floor. It was good to have the house to himself—he froze. The air stirring about the kitchen smelled different. Coffee and, he sniffed, hot dogs?

He walked into the living room. Lying on the coffee table was a small brown box and an envelope. He picked up the box first and looked inside. A silver phone. He tossed it onto the couch and tore into the envelope. It read:

Keep this on you at all times. We'll be in touch,

Your friends at Bodian.

He crumpled up the paper and tossed it next to the phone. Something would have to be done about Bodian. He didn't want to be anyone's call girl.

Just then the cell phone rang in the form of a popular rap song. He resisted the urge to smash it. Just before it stopped ringing, he picked it up and answered it. “What?”

"I see you found the phone. Do you like it? It was very expensive," a deep voice said.

"What do you want?"

The voice was quiet, then, "We have a job for you."

"Hurry up and tell me. I have my own things to do."

"That's great, Gage, but don't forget that we are and always will be your priority." His voice was short and even deeper than before.

Gage echoed his tone. "Not for long."

"Don't threaten us. Your life is expendable."

Gage grabbed a nearby lamp and tossed it across the room. "What's the job?"

"We want you to steal Claire Williams' medical records from the hospital."

This surprised him. "Why?"

"That's none of your business. Just go to the hospital you put her in—”

"She barely had a scratch."

"Get to a computer and download her information—”

"Sounds easy."

"—onto a zip drive, which you are to keep with you wherever you go."

"How 'bout your mom’s house?"

"We'll find you and get it when we are ready. Understand?"

He picked up a book and tossed it after the lamp. It made a dent in the wall. "Anything else, Master?”

"We'll contact you soon." The man hung up.

Gage almost tossed the phone, but at the last second overturned the glass coffee table instead. He didn't know if he was angry at being told what to do or more upset that they were messing with his Claire.

He paced from the kitchen to the living room. What would they want with Claire? Maybe they knew what he'd done to her earlier today, or maybe they were going to do something to her because she was close to discovering his identity.

Either way he had to do something about Bodian. Later. First, he had to break into a hospital to find out what they wanted with Claire.

He glanced at the time. School would let out in two hours. If he hurried, he could be back in time to act like he'd never left.

Twenty minutes later, Gage pulled into the hospital’s parking lot and walked in wearing a lab coat with his head held high. He nodded and smiled at people he passed. He even chuckled when someone said, "Hello, Doctor."

Gage stopped in front of the hospital’s directory. It took him only a moment to find what he was looking for—an office that would have very little traffic this time of day, a neurosurgeon’s. He moved over to the elevators and snuck in the doors just as they were closing. A pretty red-haired nurse asked, "Going up?"

"Yes, please. Third floor."

She pressed the button. "That's where I'm going. Are you a doctor?"

"One day. I'm actually here to pick up some scans for a doctor across town."

"Oh." She glanced at him sideways. "Do you come here very often?"

Was she flirting with him? He inched toward her. "Just moved here. From Hawaii."

Her brown eyes lit up. "Oh, I've always wanted to go there. Is it as beautiful as it is on television?"

He shrugged. "It's the same. But the girls are definitely hotter here.”                   

She giggled.

He placed his hand on the wall behind her, just above her shoulder. "When's your lunch break?"

"I'm just getting back."

The elevator doors opened. "Too bad. Hey, do you mind taking me to Dr. Harrisburg’s office?"

He let her pass before he followed her out. Scrubs do nothing for the female figure, he noticed.

"Sure. It's this way, but he’s not in there. He’s in surgery."

"No problem. I'm sure he left the file for me on his desk. What's your name?"

She looked over her shoulder at him. "Megan. What's yours?"

"Jack."

She stopped in front of an office door. "Nice to meet you, Jack. This is Mr. Harrisburg's office."

He looked inside and then back at Megan. "Could you go in and get it? I don't like to go into doctors’ offices when they're not in."

"How very honest of you," she said. She slipped past him and into the office, batting her eyelashes at him over her shoulder.

He pointed. "I bet it’s that big manila envelope in the basket over there."

"Will it have your name on it?"

"It should."

Megan turned her back to look through the basket. Gage stepped into the room and quietly closed the door.

"I don't see—”

He cut off her words by placing his hand over her mouth. His other arm wrapped around her chest. "Listen to me closely and you might get out of this alive, do you understand?"

When she didn't respond, he moved his other hand up to her neck and squeezed. "Do you understand?"

She nodded.

"I want you to go to that computer over there and log me into the hospital's system. Can you do that?"

She nodded again.

"Good girl. I'm going to let go now,” he said. “And remember, don’t make a sound." Gage slowly removed his hand and turned her around. Her whole body trembled beneath his grip.

He stroked her face, wiping a tear from her eye. "If only I had more time," he mumbled. Her eyes flashed to the door. "Get to it," he said, motioning to the computer. "And no tricks."

Megan sat down, her eyes continually looking at the doors. "Please don’t kill me. I’ll do whatever you want,” she said. Her voice squeaked as if her throat was still being constricted.

He placed his hands on her shoulders. "Just do what I want. And hurry."

She moved the mouse and the computer screen came to life. "I can't access the Doctor’s personal files," she said. Her hand was shaking so badly that the cursor on the screen kept bouncing.

"I don't care about the doctor. Just get into the hospital’s records." He squeezed her shoulders.

She yelped, but entered her name and password when prompted. "Okay, you're in. What are you looking for?"

"You'll never know," Gage said. He turned his arm and elbowed her hard into her temple. She slumped forward, unconscious.

Gage pushed her out of the chair and took her place. He stretched once and cracked his knuckles before typing "Claire Williams" and her birth date.

Claire's file appeared on the screen, but he didn't bother reading it. He'd save that for when he was alone and could decipher what Bodian was after. In addition to saving the files to a zip drive, he also printed them.

He glanced at the clock. Not bad. He still had enough time to return to school for last period.

As soon as the document finished printing, he tucked the papers under his arm and walked from the office. Soon he would be hiding behind Albert’s face, with him still in charge, of course. Albert was his puppet, and he, the puppet master. If he listened hard enough, he could still hear Albert begging for release.

A sudden thought occurred to him, a solution to the other man in Claire’s life. Originally Gage had planned a wonderful death for Him just as soon as Claire had been unleashed, but what if “Albert” could convince her that the other boy was Gage? And maybe, just maybe, he could convince her to kill Him.

Gage laughed. He would love to watch her kill the boy who claimed to love her.