Read EXALTED (An Exalted Novel) Online
Authors: Tara Elizabeth
We make it safely back into the woods without being shot at or attacked. I let go of Lily’s dress and push her in front of me in case anyone decides to follow us into the tree line. She’s not humming anymore, so
I listen for sounds that don’t belong to us.
After an hour of keeping Lily ahead of me, I let her fall to my side once we make it back to the interstate. There are abandoned vehicles littering the pavement as far as the eye can see. Most of them have rust completely covering them, unlike what I’d seen previously. We must be close to the coastline. The salty air has been eating away at the vehicles’ metal for
a very long time. There are gaping holes clean through some of them. These vehicles are definitely not good for sleeping. We keep moving.
“We’ll have to keep walking for a while, until we find somewhere safe to sleep. Okay?” I break the news to Lily as sympathetically as my brain and mouth will allow.
“Okay,” she sighs.
We walk for another hour until the sun has begun to set and our st
omachs are growling. I have to find somewhere to stop for the night. I search for a vehicle with less rust or a spot in the brush that will provide some cover, but nothing seems adequate. Finally, I see a large, moving truck that must have run off the road. It’s almost buried in the brush just inside the tree line. “Wait here,” I instruct Lily as I leave her tucked behind a rusted vehicle. I approach the moving truck from the side with a knife in each hand. I check the cab first. There are human remains crumbled on the floor of the driver’s side. The passenger side is empty.
At the cargo door, I unhook the latch and slide the rolling door up several inches, enough to get a peek inside. It’s empty as well, so I push the door up higher to get a better look. A waft of stale air hits me in the face, making me cough.
When I recover and look back inside, I realize this is a lucky find. The truck was sealed off from the elements, so the contents were left virtually unharmed. There’s a sofa similar to the one in my parent’s apartment, four dining chairs stacked on top of each other, a dresser, and lots of boxes with “Kitchen” written of them. The lucky part of the find is the sofa. This will probably be the best night of sleep I’ll have outside of the Republic.
“Come on! We’re stopping for the night,” I call over to Lily.
“Yay!” She squeals with delight.
I’ve never heard that word before, but it must be good because she is smiling at me as I lift her into the back of the truck. I climb in after her and sit with my back against the wall. Lily has other plans, and after taking her shoes off, she starts digging through the brown boxes. She pulls out two dinner plates, two forks, two glasses, and a metal pot.
“We can have a real dinner tonight, like at Tom and Francis’,” she says with excitement.
I cook some of our beans in the metal pot, and then hand them off to her. She smiles from ear to ear as she hands me my dinner plate with a heap of warm beans in the center. “Thank you,” I say as she hands me a fork.
Lily shovels in a mouthful and mumbles, “You’re welcome.” A couple of beans fall back onto her plate and she giggles. I ignore her childish behavior and eat quietly.
In the middle of our meal, Lily looks up at me with her big blue eyes. There are questions burning inside them.
Uh Oh.
“Why don’t you ever smile Mena?” Lily asks.
“I can’t. I mean, I used to, but now I can’t,” I answer, though I’
m not sure what that even means.
Lily screws up her face and grunts, “Huh?”
“I don’t know, Lily. Just eat your food so we can get some sleep.”
I quickly finish the rest of my beans, clean up the scratches on Lily’s legs with some water, and then crawl over to the truck’s rolling cargo door. I inform the exhausted child that it’s time to sleep, and then pull the door down. I leave it open just enough for airflow. I pull my bag right up next to the sofa where I lie down next to the sleepy girl. She nestles up against me when she senses my closeness.
I don’t think my life could be any more different than I’d planned.
I am positive Ethan and Val aren’t behaving like me. They probably don’t have a child following them around either. None of the other trainees are experiencing my weaknesses. I know it. But in the back of my mind, I secretly wish they were acting like this, because if they’re not, they’re murdering a lot of innocent people.
Exhausted, my brain finally shuts down and I sleep.
We sleep, until I awaken to the sound of the metal cargo door lifting. I am on high alert now.
I inch my hand over the side of the sofa and carefully pull a dagger out of my backpack. The door lifts a few feet and the outline of a figure appears. It’s still dark outside, but the low moon casts an eerie glow into the truck’s storage space, enough to backlight the figure. None of the person’s features can be made out.
Man? Woman? One of the people I didn’t kill when I should have?
It doesn’t matter.
I dive off the sofa and straight into shadowed figure’s chest. We tumble to the ground, struggling and rolling in the cold dirt.
I can tell now that the figure is a man and a very strong one. Regular humans shouldn’t be this strong. He pins my arms above my head and straddles my raging body. The man bangs my hand on the ground until I drop my dagger.
I keep twisting and trying to buck him off of me. “Stop! Stop it, Mena!” he yells.
I freeze.
Who is this?
He brings his face closer to mine and then I know. His sky blue eyes shine through the darkness of the sunless morning. It’s Ethan. My body instantly relaxes under him.
“Mena? Is everything okay?” Lily peeks out of the truck, holding one of my knives.
“Yes. Go back in there and give us a minute.” I push Ethan’s solid body off of me and walk over to the truck. Lily inches back inside toward the couch. I pull the door down, closing her inside.
“Who’s the girl?” Ethan asks with hatred in his words.
“Her name’s Lily. She’s been following me since I killed the men that murdered her mother.” I walk over to a rusted pickup truck by the interstate and turn to face him. Ethan’s face is uneasy, but I don’t give him time to question me any further about Lily. I quickly ask him, “How did you find me?”
Ethan doesn’t answer straight away. He follows me over to the truck, but doesn’t speak. He squints at me and watches my movements for what seems like forever. “What’s wrong with you? Why did you get back on the Pump?” he finally asks me.
“I didn’t.”
Did I?
I think back to my last night in the Republic. The details are fuzzy. It was the night of the banquet, and I had to go to the bathroom.
Why am I just now remembering this?
I start telling Ethan the events of that night as I recall them. “Dr. Fredericks confronted me the night of the banquet. He and two of his bodyguards cornered me in the restroom. He told me that he knew I was off the Pump, but I was too valuable to dispose of. I was outnumbered. I couldn’t do anything. He had two syringes. I guess one was the Pump and the other a sedative. He injected me with both of the syringes, and then I woke up in the middle of a street, out in some abandoned city . . . I guess I should be grateful that they still want me and didn’t punish me.” That must be why I haven’t had any emotions lately—among other things. The Pump has been keeping me from questioning all the strange things happening to me. It’s been keeping me from questioning the Republic again.
“Did Dr. Fredericks confront you too?” I ask Ethan.
Ethan shakes his head and lets out the deep breath he’d been holding while I told him about my last moments in the Republic. “No, he didn’t. I’m sorry that happened to you. Val and I were looking for you at the end of the banquet, but your parents said one of the bodyguards told them they took you early. They didn’t give your parents a reason. No one seemed to think it was unusual.”
“How did you find me?” I ask him again.
“I didn’t actually know you would be in there when I rolled up that door. I was looking for food, but then I saw you. I quickly realized I found something much better—that is until you tried to kill me.” He gives me a half smile as his eyes seek mine for some kind of emotional response. He doesn’t find what he’s looking for.
“So what’s with the girl?” Ethan asks about Lily again.
I respond hesitantly, not knowing what his reaction to her being with me will be. “I told you, some men killed her mother. I killed the men, and she’s been following me ever since. I tried leaving her with an older couple, but she wouldn’t stay put. I think she’s getting attached to me. I’m not sure what to do about her.”
“You leave her. That’s what you do.
I know we can’t go around killing innocent people like the Republic expects us to do, so leaving her behind is the better option. She can’t come back with us.”
“I know, Ethan.” The intensity of my headache and nausea increases as we discuss Lily’s future. Maybe food will help settle my sour stomach. “Come on, I’ll get you some food. We all should eat before we set off for the day.”
“I’m not eating with a marauder, Mena. I don’t want anything to do with her. Let’s just go. We can still finish first together. That girl is only going to slow us down.” Ethan’s words sting, but I understand where he’s coming from. Exalted don’t mix with citizens, and they especially don’t mix with marauders.
“Do what you want Ethan, but until I have a better plan, Lily is coming with me,” I snap at him. I roll the metal door up and jump into the back of the truck. After handing Lily a piece of dried meat, I split the remaining sliver in half and throw it over to Ethan.
Ethan waits outside the truck for us to finish gathering our things. He has a disgusted look on his face and backs away from Lily when she jumps down from the truck. She lands too close to the Exalted trainee, causing him to lurch back. Lily sticks her tongue out at him in response.
I look between the two of them standing on either side of me. They’re both staring at one another with cold expressions. “Let’s go,” I tell them and set off west, toward the Republic.
Ethan, Lily, and I traveled in silence for two full days. Lily’s pace was too slow for Ethan’s liking, so I spent the majority of the two days running with her on my back while Ethan carried my pack. He refused to touch her.
The first night with Ethan was quiet. Ethan hid nearby in a tree, while Lily and I slept in a large concrete cylinder. I believe it was originally use as some type of drainage system.
The next morning, Ethan woke
us up several hours before dawn to get started for the day. Lily pouted when realized how early it was. She stomped her feet for a good 15 or 20 minutes until her soles had enough. Surprisingly, Ethan never yelled at the girl. He just completely ignored her, as if she didn’t even exist. I guess it could be worse.
Now, it’s the end of the second day’s travel with Ethan. We leave the interstate and head south toward the Republic. There are abandoned vehicles, torn up asphalt, building rubble, and ruined remnants of the old world obstructing our path home.
I have to put Lily down as the landscape becomes more treacherous. We climb over heaps of concrete and around small craters that the bombs left behind. We have to crawl through vehicles at times. Weeds and grass have covered almost everything, which makes finding safe footing difficult. It becomes even more difficult when the sun sets.
I call ahead to Ethan, “We have to stop for the night.”
“We’re almost there. We only have one more day!” he calls back to me.
“We’re going to end up killing ourselves before we make it back. I’m not going out that way!” I yell in return.
Ethan continues trying to change my mind. “But if we keep going, we could be there by noon tomorrow. Our watches haven’t beeped yet. We could be first. Let’s keep going, Mena. Besides, we’re out of food.” He looks over my shoulder at the child with blonde curls and adds, “Leave the girl here. You know we can’t take her. Quit putting it off. ”
“What’s he talking about?” Lily questions me, her eyes growing big with worry.
“Nothing . . . I’m stopping Ethan. Go if you want.” I shake my head. It causes the constant headache I’ve been carrying to amplify. I consider what I would do if Lily weren’t with us. No, I still wouldn’t try to continue in the dark over this terrain. “Follow me, Lily.”
I stop in front of a wall of concrete. An enormous interstate once soared here, splitting the sky in half. Now it lays twisted and fallen before us. Metal boxes line a portion of the road. They are evenly spaced with room for a vehicle to pass between each one. I don’t know what they were once used for, but tonight they will be used as a place to sleep.
“Ethan, we’re going to sleep in one of those tonight.” I point to the row of boxes jutting out of the side of the interstate. “We can set off at first light. I promise.”
Ethan approaches me and takes my hand in his. The affection is unexpected, but I still don’t feel what I know I should feel when he touches me. The Pump is still coursing through my veins, stealing my emotions. I squeeze his hand in return, even though it has no emotional meaning to me. He seems pleased.
“Okay. We can stop, but no breaks tomorrow,” he says.