Gone Series: Plague Part 54

He was a hero.

He still didn't look like one-he was no taller or more muscular than before, he had not turned into some muscle-bound wrestler type. He was still doughy, nearsighted Jack. But the strength no longer seemed completely irrelevant to him.

He could be Computer Jack. But he could be more, too.

And yet, what Sam wanted him to do was to kill Little Pete? Could that possibly be right?

He had run toward town or what he thought was toward town. From the top of a hill he had sighted the sparkly water in the distance and figured that town had to be, oh, around there somewhere.

But he finally realized he had become hopelessly lost. He was deep in forest now, and he figured it might be the hills where Hunter lived, but it might just as easily be the Stefano Rey.

Then he heard a cry. A human voice. A girl, he thought, screaming.

Jack froze. He was breathing hard. He strained to hear. But there was no second cry. Not that he heard, anyway.

What was he supposed to do? Sam had told him what to do. He had to warn Edilio. And he had to ... He could barely even form the thought in his head of what he was supposed to do.

But he couldn't just ignore a scream, could he?

"Go find out," Jack whispered to himself. "Whoever she is maybe she needs help. And maybe she knows where we are."

He did not say but thought: And maybe I won't have to go to town after all.

Jack ran toward the sound, across a deep ravine choked with bushes and up the other side. He found himself on a narrow road cut between tall trees.

"Coates!" he said.

He did not hear another scream, but he did hear sounds like a fistfight.

Suddenly the hero role was seeming less and less attractive.

He moved on at a wary trot. Through the iron gate of the school. And there, a scene out of a horror movie. A stone-fleshed monster buried by a swarm of impossibly huge insects.

Looking down at the scene from a window, Astrid.

And then, his tentacle arm just reaching its full length, Drake.

Yes, Jack decided, the hero thing had some real downsides.

Drake emerged to a world that could hardly be more wonderful.

Orc was going down beneath a crush of bugs.

Astrid was looking down in terror.

And for some reason Drake could not fathom: Computer Jack was standing there, gaping at it all.

Drake grinned up at Astrid. "Don't go anywhere, beautiful, I'll be up in a minute to play. I just have to go say hi to my old friend Jack."

"Jack!" Astrid shouted. "Help Orc!"

Two of the creatures turned eerie blue eyes on Jack.

"What shall we do with you, Computer Jack?" Drake asked.

"I'm not looking for trouble," Jack said.

Drake made a tsk-tsk sound and shook his head. "I kind of think trouble is all around you, Jack. Trouble, trouble everywhere." Then he had a thought. He peered closely at Jack. "Where's Sam? Did he send you off on your own? Like a big boy?"

All the while Drake was moving closer, waiting, waiting until he could reach Jack with his whip hand. Jack backed slowly away.

Orc bellowed in pain. The creatures in Drake's army were banging into one another like cars in a demolition derby, all striving to get at the boy-monster.

"You were all bold and dangerous up at the lake, Jack," Drake taunted. Another few feet and he would be within range.

"I just ..." Then Jack gasped at something he'd seen behind Drake's back.

Drake turned to see and in that split second Jack leaped. Drake whipped around, quick as a snake, but all that did was bring his face into direct contact with a blow of staggering power.

When he picked himself up, Drake saw he'd flown a good twenty feet through the air.

He stood up and rubbed his chin. "That was pretty good, Jack. Wow. That would have killed me. You know, if I could be killed."

Jack tried to dodge past him, rushing for the door, no doubt rushing to rescue the damsel in distress.

Drake laughed and swung his whip arm. He wrapped around Jack's leg and should have tripped him, but he hadn't counted on Jack's strength. Instead of tripping Jack, it was Drake who went flying face-first into the ground.

He released, rolled, and stood up in one swift, fluid move, but it was humiliating.

Drake's whip hand snapped, hit Jack's back, and drew a gasp of pain. But Jack didn't stop; he plowed straight on into the melee of bugs. He grabbed the nearest leg and yanked it hard.

The leg came away. It didn't stop the creature or even seem to affect it, but it gave Jack a weapon.

"Better save Orc fast, there, Jack," Drake taunted. "He looks like he's going down."

Orc's roaring voice was hoa.r.s.e and fading. The clash of carapace against carapace was louder and more frenzied.

They would kill Orc soon. And then Drake's army would deal with Jack. All he had to do now was keep Jack distracted.

Jack broke the leg into two pieces, one thick and stubby, the other pointed.

Drake snapped his whip and drew blood through Jack's shirt.

"Come on, Jack, you know you can't win," Drake said. "You can't kill me. And you can't stop my army. Only way out is for you to join me."

"No," Jack said.

"My side is the only side now, Jack. There's a whole other bug army eating its way through Perdido Beach right now. Who do you think you're even fighting for? Whatever the red-eyes don't finish, we will when we get there."

"You don't know what's going on in Perdido Beach," Jack said.

"The Darkness tells me," Drake lied. "He gave me power over them. We're cleaning everyone out, Jack. By the end of the day all of them will be dead and gone. Join me and he may let you live."

He snapped his whip with lightning speed and caught Jack unprepared. His whip curled around Jack's throat. Jack hauled on the whip but all that did was to yank Drake straight into Jack. Face-to-face Drake laughed and coiled ever tighter around Jack's throat and squeezed, squeezed, seeing Jack's pale face redden.

Jack punched him in the chest so hard his fist went all the way through. But Drake's grip never loosened and Jack's eyes bulged and Drake laughed and Orc's voice was no longer heard over the sound of mouthparts gnashing.

"Sam, Sam, you swore you wouldn't let them!"

The boat touched the dock and Quinn sent his rowers racing, all shouting Lana's name.

"I have a plan, Dekka," Sam said.

Her body was no longer like anything human. Beneath her clothing it pulsated. The creatures were tearing through in places, mouthparts flashing, mandibles questing. One burst all the way out. It froze for a second, staring at Sam with eyes the color of jade.

He grabbed for it, caught it, and dropped it. But Quinn was quicker. He threw a fishing net over the creature, stepped on the edges of the net, and held it pinned in the bottom of the boat.

"Now!" Dekka begged. "Now, Sam! Now! Oh, G.o.d, now!"

A second bug could be clearly seen moving beneath the skin of her thigh, nothing but a thin membrane of flesh covering it.

"I have a plan, Dekka, I have a plan, hang on, hang on," Sam begged.

"Noooo!" It was a pitiful wail of despair.

Sam shot a hopeless glance at the sh.o.r.e. Nothing. No Lana. The crew had all disappeared.

Quinn had grabbed an oar and was smashing it down on the trapped bug like a pile driver, again and again, smashing away, and yet the creature lived.

Suddenly a rush of wind and Brianna stood at the end of the dock, vibrating, covered with gore. "About time you showed up ..." She fell silent as she realized what was happening to Dekka. "What the-"

"Breeze: Lana. Now! NOW!" Sam cried but the second "now" was said to the air.

"I got to ... I got to see her again ... ," Dekka chattered.

"Don't give up on me, Dekka. Don't give up on me."

But Dekka's eyes were rolling wildly, her entire body was in spasm.

"Quinn. What I'm going to do ... Just hold her down. Hold her down no matter what."

Quinn smashed the bug one last time and if it wasn't dead it was at least not going anywhere. He dropped to his knees and held Dekka's shoulders.

"What are you doing?" Quinn asked.

"Surgery," Sam said dully.

He held up his right hand. The green light, as focused as a laser, sliced through Dekka's clothing and skin.

Brianna found Lana retreating with Sanjit toward the eastern edge of town.

"Lana!"

"You're alive!" Lana said. "The kids?"

"A lot dead," Brianna gasped. "A lot more hurt, but the bugs are done for."

"I'm coming," Lana said and started to trot back toward the plaza.

"Yeah. Wrong way and too slow," Brianna said. "Give me your hand. You can heal yourself later."

Brianna took off, dragging Lana, who instantly tripped. She dragged the Healer the rest of the way down the street, then down the length of the beach.

Dragging her, Brianna couldn't do anything like full speed, but she could move faster than any human runner.

The Healer's legs were sc.r.a.ped raw by the time Brianna yanked her to her feet at the end of the dock.

"Got her!" Brianna announced. Then, "What are you doing?"

Sam's face was a mask of horror. He had sliced Dekka open from neck to pelvis. Dekka's organs-a slaughterhouse mess-crawled with a dozen bugs, all swarming out of her.

Quinn s.n.a.t.c.hed at the bugs and tossed them from the boat into the water. He was elbow-deep in blood.

"Lana, keep her alive," Sam said.

Lana jumped down into the boat, which rocked madly back and forth.

Dekka was beyond speech, past even crying out.

Lana laid her hands on Dekka's contorted face.

Brianna followed her into the boat, landed lightly, and pushed both Quinn and Sam aside. "I got this," she said.

One by one she s.n.a.t.c.hed the emerging creatures-some of which raced to attack Sam, others of which just ran like panicked c.o.c.kroaches around the bottom of the boat-turned them on their backs, and blew them clear through the bottom of the boat with shotgun blasts.

Quinn tossed a rope over the dock cleat and pulled the sinking boat in. Sam and Quinn shoved and hoisted Dekka onto the dock where she lay split open like a burst orange.

Lana held Dekka's head on her lap.

Sam, Quinn, and some strange-looking guy Brianna thought looked vaguely familiar stood watching, a circle of horrified fascination.

The boat sank. The blasted bodies of the insects floated.

Dekka's mouth was moving but no sound came out. Her eyes were like marbles, rolling, searching without seeing.

"She's trying to say something," Quinn said.

"She should shut up and let me keep her alive," Lana snapped. The Healer shot a malignant look at Brianna. "You owe me a pair of shoes."