Gone Series: Plague Part 46

"I'll tell you what," Sam said. "If your friend in the mine shaft wants me, he can bring it on. Because he's tried. And I'm still here."

"Not for long," Brittney said. "Do you think these creatures just happened on their own? The Lord has molded them, created them to be indestructible, so that you could not stop them, Sam."

"I'm sorry for what's happened to you, Brittney," Sam said. "You've been abused about as much as any person ever has been. But I'm still going to have to stop you." He raised his hands, palms out. "Sorry."

Twin beams of green fire hit Brittney in the chest. They burned a hole through her.

The bugs leaped, raced to cover the few feet between them and the dock.

"Jack! Dekka!" Sam yelled.

Jack punched straight up through the planks of the deck, but he'd picked a bad spot. He erupted between Brittney and Sam, blocking Sam's fire.

Brittney screamed, "Kill them!"

Jack tripped, which moved him out of the line of fire. Sam aimed and hit Brittney again but now she was running away. Her back melted, her spine exposed then burned through, and still she ran.

Sam swung his beams at the nearest of the onrushing bugs. Light beams. .h.i.t the huge creature and bounced away to slice a sailboat's mast neatly in half. The stump was a torch.

Jack hauled Dekka up from the water and she struck even before she could stand. Gravity beneath the nearest creature ceased. The bug went airborne and its momentum carried it just over Sam's ducked head. It shot through Dekka's field and landed half in the water, with its rear portion on the dock.

"Push it!"

Jack slammed into the bug's rear end and it splashed into the water.

Jack spun, ran at the second giant roach. He ripped a plank from the dock and rammed it with superhuman strength into the gnashing mouthparts.

The board splintered. The creature didn't miss a step.

Jack fell on his back and the monster was on him in a flash.

"Jack!" Dekka cried.

Jack, flat on his back, kicked up with such force that the wood beneath him snapped.

The third creature swarmed over the first. Its mandibles swept Dekka, missed cutting her in half, but knocked her twenty feet away into the water.

Sam saw in a split second of clarity what he would have to do. He didn't like it.

The bug rushed at Sam.

The mouth blades sliced.

Sam timed his leap, shouted a desperate curse, and dove straight into the bug's gaping mouth.

"The days of uncertainty are over!"

Caine stood at the top of the steps to town hall. Below him the sick lay coughing and shivering. Edilio, helpless, as weak as a newborn kitten, shivering so hard he looked like he was having a seizure.

Beyond the sick were dozens of kids, many wet from having come through the rain in the west. Many still wiping the sleep from their eyes. Some of the youngest were carrying their blankies.

Diana stood apart, blank, downcast. Penny had been given a chair. Lana leaned against a tree in the plaza, her hand resting on her pistol, with Sanjit nervous beside her.

Caine saw it all. Every upturned, moonlit face. He saw the fear and the antic.i.p.ation. He reveled in it. Gloried in it.

"First, I say this," Caine said. "Taylor, who has joined me, reports that the creatures are almost here. They are nearing the highway and will reach town in minutes. When they do they will hunt down, kill, and eat ... every living person."

"We can fight!" someone yelled. "We beat the coyotes. And we beat you, too, Caine!"

"How will you fight without Sam?" Caine demanded. "Is he here? No! Sam can't stop these creatures. He tried, and he failed, and now he has run away!"

He waited for someone to speak up in defense of Sam. But not a word.

Gutless, faithless weaklings, Caine thought. He was almost sorry for Sam. How many times had Sam put himself in harm's way for these ingrates?

"He saved himself," Caine went on, "for a while, at least, by running away with Astrid and Dekka. He saved his friends, but abandoned poor, sick Edilio there. And all of you."

Stony silence.

"That's why Quinn-Quinn, who works night and day to feed you all-came to get me, to beg me to help."

"What are you going to do?" someone shouted.

"What am I going to do?" Caine asked, relishing the moment. "I'm not going to run away, that's the first thing." He stabbed a finger in the air and shouted, "When the ultimate danger came, Sam ran. And I came back. I was safe and warm and well-fed on my island. I had my beautiful queen, Diana. I had my friends, Penny and Bug. It was a very good life."

He moved to Diana and gave her a little kiss. She let him, no more.

"A very good life. But when I heard what was happening here, what terrible dangers threatened to destroy you, I could not sit there eating delicious food and watching movies while swathed in clean sheets."

He watched those words take effect. Food? Movies? Clean anything? They were magical concepts to these desperate, starved, and, until recently, parched kids.

And the subtle implication that he had been sleeping with Diana worked in a way, too, making older boys jealous, and some girls as well.

Caine smiled inwardly. It was working. He had them. The sheep.

"I will save you," he said humbly, eyes down. "But not just from this terrible threat. No. Isn't it time we all had a better life? Haven't we suffered enough?"

A murmur of agreement.

"You've suffered from hunger, from thirst, from violence. Well ..." He waited, waited for the moment to build. He was deliberately stretching time, knowing they were picturing the insect horde advancing on the town. At last he said, "Well, that's enough suffering."

"What about Drake?" someone shouted.

"He's your friend," another voice accused.

"No," Caine snapped. "I was the one who destroyed him. Or had. Until Sam and his followers allowed Drake to return."

He paused, watching the reaction, hearing the murmurs of agreement. He sent Diana a secret droll look. Nothing worked better than a really big lie.

"Listen to me. You need a true leader. But this thing where they force you to elect someone, like it's some popularity contest, like we're picking a prom queen or whatever, that has to stop. Edilio is a good kid. But he's just a kid, just Sam's loyal dog. No offense." He raised a hand indicating that he may have chosen his words carelessly. But kids were already nodding. Yes, Edilio was just like Sam's dog. Brave, yes, and decent, yes. But he hadn't saved them.

"And Sam?" Caine said, raising his voice. "Sam was a brave leader once, but he's burned out and you all know it. His heart was never in it. Now at last he's run away. Sam is not what the FAYZ needs. He's not a king."

He turned away while that word sank in. He could hear a voice asking, "Did he say a king?" And he distinctly heard a sardonic laugh from Lana.

Caine raised his hands high. "We need a true leader, not someone who has to answer to a town council. Come on, folks, Howard is a member of the council!"

That earned a knowing laugh.

"So Sam's faithful dog Edilio reports to a known crook like Howard." He allowed his smile to fade. It was time to finish it. "You need a leader who will actually lead. A leader to save your lives today and give you better lives from now on."

Caine spotted Turk and Lance waiting, smirking.

Caine had sent Taylor for them. He had told them he could use a couple of tough kids like them. He'd promised them a trip to the island.

"Turk. Lance. Come on up here," Caine said.

They climbed up the stairs to stand beside him, pale and shaken, but sure they were about to be handed new and important positions.

"These two admitted to me that they shot Albert while robbing him."

That started the crowd muttering angrily, and even some of the sicker kids looked up bleakly. Albert might not have been popular, but he was necessary.

Lance and Turk exchanged a nervous, uncertain look.

"You'll be relieved to know that Lana has been able to save Albert's life," Caine said. "But what are we to do with two would-be murderers like these?"

Turk was looking even more pale. This wasn't going the way they had expected. Lance was edging away, getting ready to run.

Barely moving, and with a slight smile, Caine raised a hand and Lance found himself pushing weakly against an invisible barrier.

"Shall we convene a council meeting? Hold a trial? Waste everyone's time while minute by minute the threat gets nearer and nearer? We know what should be done. Justice! Quick and sure and without a lot of meaningless delay."

"Hey!" Lance cried. "That's not what you-"

"He says a lot of things," Diana muttered.

With a broad, dramatic sweep of his hand Caine sent Lance hurtling through the air. Lance flew like he'd been launched from a catapult. Up into the night sky with every eye following. A thin scream floated down.

There was something comical about it and Caine could not keep from smiling.

The scream changed in pitch as Lance tumbled down and smashed into the ground at the far end of the plaza.

"Justice!" Caine cried. "Not later, right now. Justice and protection and a better life for everyone!"

Turk lost control of himself. "No, no, no, Caine, no, no."

"But not justice without mercy," Caine said. "Lance paid the price in his way. Now Turk will pay by serving me. Isn't that right, Turk?"

He looked at Turk and in a low voice said, "Bow down."

Turk fell to his knees without any further urging.

"It's a sign of respect," Caine said. "Not for me. It's not about me. It's about you, all of you. You're the ones who need a ruler. Isn't that true? After so much suffering, don't you need one person to take charge? Well," Caine said, "that's what I'm doing. And when you bow down you're just showing respect. Like Turk here."

In the mob of kids maybe half a dozen knelt. A few more executed awkward head bobs, unsure of themselves. Most did nothing.

Good enough, Caine thought. For now.

"The creatures are coming," Caine said in a low voice. "In all the FAYZ, who can defeat these creatures?"

He waited, as if he really was expecting an answer.

"Who can defeat them?" he repeated. "Me. Only me."

He shook his head as if marveling at something awesome. "It is as if G.o.d himself chose me. And if I win, if I save your lives, G.o.d's will shall be very clear."

Chapter Thirty-Six.

1 HOUR, 45 MINUTES.

SAM LEAPED INTO the open mouth of the creature.

Head and shoulders made it in. The bug's throat spasmed, like wet rubber, crushing the air from his lungs.

His eyes were tightly closed, but he could not close his nostrils and nearly vomited from a wave of stench like rotten meat, seaweed, and ammonia.

He grabbed with his hands, trying to get something to grip, had to pull his legs in before the mouthparts sliced, had to right now, right now, quick!

Something sharp against his calves. But the bug was just reacting, choking, not yet trying to chop him apart.

He yanked his legs in. All the way inside the wet, stinking, pulsating throat.

Not fast enough: the mouthparts clipped his right heel. He didn't notice the pain, too awful, stifling, squashed, skin burning, blackness, no air.