Faceless (13 page)

Chapter Sixteen

“Brandt?”

I turned to see Devin approaching from the other end of a long, blue hallway.

“What—I dove into your dream?” I cursed and kicked at the wall. I’d hoped to hit Henley’s twisted mind. I didn’t know if I could do anything to stop him, but it would have been worth a shot. My foot went through the wall and when I pulled it out, it was coated with blue slime. “What the hell?”

She shook her head and pointed behind me. “I don’t think this is my dream…”

When I twisted around, I saw what looked like pictures on the wall—only they were moving. Individual scenes. Most I didn’t recognize, but there were two that made it all clear. The first was Donna, the secretary. She sat at her desk as Wentz watched from his office door with longing in his eyes. The second was a small dark haired child alone in a room full of toys. His expression was sad, wires going from him to several large, beeping machines several feet away.

Impossible. This was totally impossible…only it wasn’t. The pictures on the wall were all the proof I needed. Wentz wasn’t a Six, yet somehow I’d managed to jump into his dream—and I’d pulled Devin with me. I’d been around enough other Sixes to know that our abilities got stronger as time went on—look at Dez. She told me using her ability used to make her physically ill, but now she barely felt anything at all. Sheltie’s ability must have been evolving because it appeared I could enter Nixes dreams, too.

I hoped the drugs in Wentz’s system didn’t have much to do with it. As soon as this was all over, I wanted to pay my parents a visit.

“What are you doing here?” If I’d accidentally pulled Devin in, what were the chances that I’d dragged Henley along as well?

Hands on hips, she stomped her foot. “What
am
I doing here? This is Wentz’s head, right? I didn’t take the bus over. You yanked me in!”

“Not here, here. Here as in
Dromere
.”

Red rose in her cheeks. “Oh. I followed you, obviously.”

“I got that.
Why
? Last time we were together, you couldn’t get away from me fast enough.” There was an edge to my voice I knew was wrong. She had every right to be upset, but the Cain parts felt betrayed.

“I saw you sneak out. Saw Henley, too. I figured it couldn’t be good, so I followed.”

“And got yourself knocked out.”

“Yeah,” she said, looking away. “Well, that wasn’t part of the plan.”

“I was thinking about you when I passed out. I guess that’s how I accidentally dragged you in.”

“You were thinking about me?”

“Henley is here to kill Wentz. No telling what he’ll do to you if he wakes up and you’re still here.”

“Henley’s here to kill Wentz?
Why
?”

“His ability? The formula we both failed to get? Any of this ringing a bell? I have to stop him.”

Her expression bounced between disbelief and hope, and I felt a twinge of possibility. I was sure she hadn’t forgiven me for lying, but she’d followed me. That was a start. An inconveniently timed, stupid start—but still, a start.

After a moment, she said, “Let’s go find Wentz. I don’t think we have a lot of time.”

…

“This place is like a maze.”

“Tell me about it,” I griped. We’d wandered around for the past twenty minutes—at least that’s what it felt like—with no sign of Wentz. I tried several times to change the landscape to bring us to where he was, but nothing happened. My best guess was my injury hampered Sheltie’s ability. Wherever Wentz was, we had to find him because I didn’t know how much longer I could keep us in here. I was starting to feel weird. Cold and a little achy, not to mention the headache I had from all the bright colors. Wentz’s head was like a carnival on steroids.

“You were going to double cross me and steal the formula yourself.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yeah.”

“Even though you knew that meant Anderson wouldn’t help my father?”

“Yeah.”

Devin let out a sigh. “What am I supposed to call you?”

The question threw me. “Call me?”

“Your name,” she snapped. “What’s your real name?”

“That’s a complicated question.”

She stopped walking and spread her arms. “Looks like we have some time—and honestly? I’d like some answers. You have no intention of handing that formula over to Anderson, do you?”

“No.”

“But you want it. Badly. I wanna know why.”

I looked down. I was me again, so there was no blood on my shirt, but Cain’s body was lying on Wentz’s office floor, bleeding to death from Henley’s gunshot wound. I didn’t want to panic her, but we really didn’t have time. “First off, I didn’t lie to you.”

Her eyes got wide. “You told me you would help—”

“Brandt,” I clarified. “I didn’t lie to you about my name. It’s Brandt.”

She started walking again, watching me through a curtain of wild chestnut waves. We came to a tree made entirely of what looked like red Twizzlers with a dozen or so fish bowls at its base. The branches dipped low, dropping tiny bits of candies into the bowls. The fish swarmed the candy, gobbling it up. “But, you’re also Cain…”

“I’m a Six. What they call a Soul Jumper.” Knuckles to temple, I tapped on my head. “This me? This is the real me. Well, the real me I used to be…”

She scrunched up her nose. I’d seen her do it a hundred times since we met, and each time, I loved it just a little bit more. “You know that’s confusing, right?”

I gestured to the man who’d appeared to our right. Dressed in a business suit that had the word Dromere stamped across the lapels, and seated on a wooden park bench, he had the head of a frog, tongue darting out every few seconds to snatch one of the bright yellow bugs buzzing around his head.

“You wanna talk confusing?” I pointed to myself. “This was who I was. This is the body I was born in. My uncle—Marshal Cross—he works for Denazen. He had me killed.”

She paled. “So, you’re saying you’re
dead
?”

“
You’re dead. You’re dead. You’re dead
!” a chorus of bright pink parrots squawked as we passed. They were perched in a tree—this one made out of black licorice instead of the previous red ones.

“Not dead—transplanted. That’s what a Soul Jumper does. When our heart stops, we jump into the body of the nearest person. If it’s another Six we also get their ability. The dream jumping ability belonged to Sheltie. He’s the guy who killed me.”

“You’re saying that your
uncle
had you
killed
?”

“I was trying to help my cousin, Dez. I got too close to some info my uncle didn’t want out, and yeah, he had his butt monkey, Sheltie, kill me.”

“Jesus,” she breathed. “So what about Cain?”

“Cain was—a bad guy,” I said, guilt creeping up my throat. “That file you read on him—it was all true. The dude was messed in the head. I don’t think it was totally his fault—his father was a psycho—but still…”

Understanding sparked behind her eyes. “When you told me you’d changed…that you weren’t the same person as the guy in that file…”

“I was telling the truth. I wasn’t. I was me in his body.”

“
OhmyGod
,” she gasped. “Did he kill you, too?”

“No.” I took a deep breath. No matter how I said it, I was going to sound like a lunatic. “I killed myself.” The statement was strange—but no stranger than Wentz’s mind.

Her skin paled and her eyes grew impossibly large. “You—what?”

“Denazen—
Zendean
—uses Sixes to do some pretty major stuff. Like kill people. They started playing around with genetics a few decades back and, as a result, people are dying. Some of us are trying to stop them—to help the others. I was sent in to see if I could dig up anything on a cure. That’s why I planned on getting the formula. We think it will save these people, well we hope.”

“And what does that have to do with Cain?”

“I was in Sheltie’s body, but I needed to be someone on the inside of the Zendean facility. Cain was new and he had a useful ability…”

“So you jumped into him,” she finished for me, swatting at one of the pink parrots as it dive-bombed her head. It’d been following us for a few minutes now, circling over head. All I could think was, I hope it doesn’t crap on us. But, knowing Wentz, it would probably shit Twizzlers.

I nodded. “I made sure Cain was with me when I died and I jumped into his body.”

“What happened to him?”

“I don’t know. He’s gone. Evicted…”

I waited for her to cringe—I’d just technically admitted to murder—but she didn’t. She just kept walking. Eyes forward and shoulders stiff. “What about my father? I understand you want to help these other people, but what about me?”

“I know some people who might be able to help your father. I can’t make any promises, and I’m sorry about that, but even if this wasn’t about the cure, Denazen can never get their hands on that formula. Just, trust me on that.”

She thought about it for a moment, then sighed. “These people that are in trouble—because of what Denazen did to them—you know one of them?”

God, she was smart. “My cousin. Dez. They gave my aunt this drug while she was pregnant. It was supposed to enhance her baby’s Six ability, but it had nasty side effects. By the time altered Sixes are eighteen, they essentially go nuts…”

“So you did this all for your cousin? For Dez?”

I didn’t answer.

“Don’t you think that I understand what you’re saying? I was willing to hand over that information to save my family even though I knew it was wrong. You should have just been straight with me.”

“I wanted to tell you but there’s a lot riding on this. I wasn’t sure I could trust you. And when I finally did, I screwed it up by kissing you.”

“Yeah,” she said, tone annoyed. Then her expression softened. “I was starting to feel guilty. I really liked Brandt—I mean, you—but Cain and I had this connection. I liked him, too. More than I should have. He was exactly the kind of guy I’d go for. He was exactly like Josh. Twisted, mean, and
wrong
… But still, there was something about him.”

She stopped walking again and took my hand. The pink parrot that had been following us let out a loud squawk and exploded in a puff of sparkles and pink feathers. “But now I know what it was. It was you. I might not have realized it at first, but I liked Cain because he was you. That day in the rec room—when we were paired for drills—that was you, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah. I shouldn’t have been around anyone that night. I’d just made the jump and things were kinda messed up.”

She shook her head, not smiling, but not frowning either. “I know… I knew there was something different about you. I mean, you were still an asshole, but it wasn’t the same as before. You were more moody than mean, ya know?” She dropped my hand and took a step back. “But you still lied. You should have told me.”

“I couldn’t tell you about my abilities or who I am. Can you imagine the damage they could do? Kill me off a dozen times, throwing me into different Sixes bodies? Think of the power I could collect. I left my cousin—my entire family—behind so that
wouldn’t
happen.”

“But you ended up mixed up in it anyway,” she said softly.

“Yeah. Well, I guess Dez is right. There are just some things you can’t outrun.”

“Wow,” someone said behind us. “I usually don’t dream about the office… Well, not you guys, anyway.”

We whirled around and there was Wentz, standing at the end of the hall. A tall glass filled with golden liquid—beer I guessed—with a Twizzler sticking out, in one hand and a bright gold umbrella dotted with tiny orange fish in the other, he approached us like he was strolling through a park. Not a care in the world. “Devin… How weird.”

“Wentz!” I ran to meet him. “You have to wake up, man. You’re in a lot of trouble.”

He blinked several times before taking a long pull on his drink. “Who’re you?”

Chapter Seventeen

Oops. Wrong body. “Look, I know this is gonna sound nuts, but it’s me. It’s Cain.”

He pulled the Twizzler from his glass with his teeth and started gnawing away. Between bites, he said, “Ah, okay. Well, at least you’re not wearing the bunny suit this time.” He shuddered, glancing away from Devin, and tipped back his glass to down the remainder. When he looked back at us, he burped, sending an array of neon colored bubbles into the air before turning and making his way back down the hall. “That was creepy, man.”

“Wait!” Devin and I followed him. He pushed through a large white door and into a sprawling living room. Donna was there—or, his mental representation of her—sitting on the couch in a slinky black dress. Next to her were several fish bowls, a large black dog, and a white cat wearing a tiny tuxedo and black top hat.

“Dude,” I said, shaking my head. “I’m not sure I wanna know what you’re doing in here with her—and all those animals.”

He turned back to us, surprised. “Whoa. You’re still here? I gotta stop eating olive loaf before bedtime.”

“It’s not bedtime.” I shivered as the cat in the tuxedo turned and winked at me. “You were knocked out. Think. You came into your office. Cain was there with another guy. He stuck you with a needle.”
Wentz laughed me off at first and sank into the couch, putting his arm around Donna. After a moment, his expression changed. He turned to Devin, eyebrows forming a deep “V.” “You came to my office…”

“Yes,” she said. “I was there, too.”

Unnerved, Wentz pulled his arm away from Donna and a moment later, she, and all the animals, disappeared. Glancing up at me, he said, “And who’re you again?”

“Remember what you told me about your research? The woman who healed you? The abnormality in the chromosomes? Those people—they’re called Sixes.” I took a deep breath and thumped my chest. “I’m one. I’m a Six.”

Wentz seemed to consider this for a moment before nodding slowly. He was taking this all really well. Inclining his head toward the door, he said, “Well, then who’s he?”

Devin stumbled back and hauled Wentz off the couch as Henley, wearing a smug grin, sauntered in. Crap. I’d been afraid of that!

Wentz made a grab for the fish umbrella, but I pushed both he and Devin forward, herding them toward the door on the other side of the large room. “Gogogo!”

“You brought Henley with you, too?
Why
would you do that?” she yelled, fumbling with the knob.

“Not on purpose,” I huffed.

Once through the door, everything changed. Instead of a living room—or even a
room
—we were outside. Tall trees loomed high into the sky—the normal kind—blotting out the light, and a dense forest stretched in front of us as far as I could see. Instead of the carnival-on-crack setting we’d just come from, this one was dark and ominous. Kind of like something you’d see in the real Grimm’s Fairy Tales. The one where the evil witch chomped Hansel and Gretel to bits.

I almost tripped over a fallen tree trunk. “Wentz—what the hell, man?”

“Awesome, right? The woods behind my parent’s summer house. I love coming here.”

I righted myself and pointed to a large patch of brush a few yards away. “Hide there. I’ll see if I can stall him.”

Devin grabbed my arm. “Hide? Why hide? You said you could change things, right? Can’t you, like, poof us somewhere?” She gave me a hopeful, but scared smile. “To Mt. Fuji?”

“Unfortunately the transportation system is down at the moment,” I breathed. She had no idea I’d been shot and I saw no reason to bring it up. The last thing we needed was someone panicking. “Now go. Hide!”

I waited till Wentz and Devin were tucked safely away before stepping back out onto the path. My timing was perfect—Henley was just rounding the far corner. “So,
Cain
is it?”
Obviously he’d heard what I’d said to Wentz. I shrugged it off and grinned. “Neat trick, eh?”

“So you can hop in and out of people’s dreams? And change your appearance?
And
push people? Well, shit… Fess up. Are you Supremacy, too?”

“Is that jealousy I hear?”

Henley grinned. “Not really. More like gratitude.”

I folded my arms in an attempt to hide the fact that tremors of cold raced up and down my spine. I didn’t know how much longer I had. “Yeah? Why’s that?”

He took a step forward, teeth bared. “You’re making this crazy easy.”

“How’s that?”

“You’re going to clean this whole mess up for me. You came in, disgruntled because Wentz fired you, and offed him. Then, out of guilt, offed yourself. No fuss, no muss.”

He dove forward, but I avoided him, stumbling back as I focused hard on the landscape. Everything grew watery, and I could feel my strength seeping away, but a moment later, the ground beneath my feet trembled slightly and a wall appeared between Henley and me, brick by brick. I couldn’t transplant us all to a different local, but thankfully I could still manage the minor stuff.

For the moment, anyway.

“Move,” I called to Devin and Wentz, hoping the wall held long enough for us to put some distance between us. I could feel it. There wasn’t much time before Cain’s body failed. I wasn’t in pain, a faint ache maybe, but I was drained and the cold was getting worse. Like I was sitting bare-assed on top of an iceberg.

“He can’t hurt us, right?” Devin said once we’d made it through the woods. About thirty feet away was a small log cabin. Faint tufts of smoke rose from the chimney, and the same annoying cat with the tuxedo and top hat sat on the porch.

“I don’t know,” I said. Turning to Wentz, I asked, “What is this place?” And as a side note, I added, “And what the hell is up with the creepy cat?”

He stared at me like he’d never seen me before—but to be fair, he technically hadn’t. Not like this. “The cat’s not creepy at all. And the cabin is my grandparents’.” He shook his head. “This is all real? You’re really one of them? Invading my dream?”

I wished people would stop using that word. It was so…intrusive! “I didn’t
invade
anything, man. I’m trying to help.” I pushed him toward the house. “Can we debate this inside please? Away from the homicidal freak?”

Once behind locked doors—not that I thought that would stop Henley—there was a minute to take a breath. I slid down the wall and settled on the floor next to the front door, hugging my arms tight to my body. It didn’t help the chill. Devin paced the length of the room while Wentz sank into the chair across from me.

“You have to wake up,” I said. It was becoming an effort to keep my eyes open now, and the chill was starting to take on an achy quality. I was sure if I closed my eyes I’d slip from the dream. The good part was it would probably take Devin and Henley with me.

The bad part was Henley hadn’t had nearly as much of the injection as Wentz. Pulling Devin and Henley from the dream wouldn’t save them on the outside and it didn’t mean they’d wake up. Henley could wake long before they did and with me injured, there was little I could do on my own to help them. I needed Wentz to wake up first.

In the chair, Wentz took a deep breath. “So we’re all sleeping, then? You guys broke into Dromere to take a nap?” His lip hitched. “That’s ridiculous. The lounge chairs aren’t that comfy.”

I rolled my eyes. “I overheard Henley being ordered to come to Dromere. I followed him. Devin followed me and when she tried to interfere, Henley knocked her out. You were right on her heels and the minute you walked into the office, Henley injected you with something. Boom. You were out.”

Devin stopped pacing and shot me a suspicious glare. “Hang on. What about Henley? And you? If Mr. Wentz and I were knocked out by Henley, how did you two get here?”

“I got to Henley before he pumped everything in the needle into Wentz. I gave him the rest and he went down—but he won’t be down long, which is why—”

Devin held her hand up. “That explains Henley. What about you? You didn’t just pull up a couch and drift off into dream land. You said you can only dream dive when you’re asleep.”

“I hit my head,” I lied. “Passed out as Henley went down. I think that’s why I’m having so much trouble manipulating the dream. Injury.”

This seemed to placate her, but not Wentz. “Go back a second,” he said. “What do you mean, you heard this Henley guy told to come to Dromere? Why?”

“He’s here to kill you, Wentz. Kill you and steal the formula for Dromin12.”

He stood from the couch and pinned me with a suspicious glare. “Steal the formula? Why?”

“He’s one of them. A Six. You had it wrong. They don’t want to stop your research—they want to use it. These people did something bad—genetic research that went horribly wrong. They wanna give it another go and think your formula might hold the key to success, so they sent spies to get it from you. When that failed, they sent in Henley.”

Wentz’s eyes narrowed. “Spies? You mean
you
.”

The accusation and anger I saw in his eyes made me flinch. “Yes and no. It’s not like that. The genetic manipulation—an experiment to try and mess with Sixes abilities—went bad.
Really
bad. Someone I care about is in a lot of trouble and I needed to find a cure. I was spying on
them
to find it. But then I found out about your research…”

His eyes narrowed. It was the first time I’d ever seen true anger in his eyes. “So you we’re going to try and steal it? Is that it?”

“Of course not. After you told me what you were doing, I knew I couldn’t let them anywhere near it. I was at Dromere under the guise of helping them when I was really trying to keep them away from it. They want it to create an army of badasses. I need it to save someone I love.” Using the wall, I got to my feet. “Right now it doesn’t matter. You both need to wake up before Henley does or this conversation is moot. We’re all dead.”

Wentz didn’t trust me anymore. I could see it in his eyes. But he was a smart guy. He recognized that this was bigger than the lie I’d told. “And how are we supposed to do that?”

I turned to Devin. “Focus on opening your eyes. We talked about this. You can control your dreams. If you want to wake up, you
can
wake up.”

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. After a moment I could see the panic setting in. “I can’t. Maybe I hit my head too hard. Maybe I’m—”

“No,” I snapped. “You’re fine.” I turned to Wentz. “Focus. You can force your body to wake up.”

“You said I was drugged. How am I supposed to push past that?”

He was right. The drugs would make things harder, but not impossible. “Keep trying.”

I brushed the filmy curtains aside in time to see Henley approaching the cabin. He’d broken through the wall and had an axe in his hand. Closing my eyes, I pictured a moat. Murky water. Impossibly wide. Full of snapping crocodiles.

All that appeared was a thin, shallow stream Henley was able to step across without breaking a sweat. “Shit. We need to go.”

“I don’t understand,” Devin said. “All those things you did in my dream—you can’t do them here?”

“What things?” Wentz said, peering around me to look outside. “What things is she talking about?”

“Normally I can—can change the landscape of the dream. Alter the details.”

“Well then go for it. Alter that asshole out of my head. Or maybe stick us some place safe. Someplace with burgers—I’m starved.”

A little of the Wentz I knew. That was a good sign.

“I can’t make any major changes—I tried.”

“Why?”

I sighed. There was no point in not coming clean. “Because I’m currently bleeding to death on the floor of your office.”