Night Betrayed (28 page)

Silver hair.

Long silver hair.

It was an instant—the image in an instant—and the mental connection . . . and he knew it was Lou.

Theo hesitated for only a moment, somehow registering that faint groan, then he shouted his brother’s name even as he dashed toward the huddle of desperate zombies. He swung the torch, calling for Lou, shouting for Selena, wild and berserk as he tried to fight his way into the group.

The torch frightened the monsters, and Theo used it to drive them away, smashing a skull with brute force propelled by fear; whirling and crushing another one’s legs, then bringing the torch down on its head.

In the midst of the melee, he caught sight of jean-clad legs on the ground, limp and streaked with something dark, and he didn’t allow himself to think about it. He just grabbed, and pulled with one hand as he whaled with the other. The monsters weren’t moving back, and claws drove into his skin; the smell of the creatures filled his nostrils and he felt one of his arms laid open. Something wet and warm streamed from it, and one of the monsters turned its attention to him.

Theo slammed the torch down on its head with all of his force and stumbled back, pulling Selena’s ankle with him, trying to extricate her from the mess.

All at once, the zombies changed. They shifted, their groans altered and became higher and tight, and two of them peeled off from the group, staggering away as if called. Theo slammed another one with his club and tugged on the ankle with a hand now slick with his—and someone else’s—blood.

“Stop!” A shout reached his ears.

Theo spun to see Selena burst from the trees, a red-glowing orb bouncing on the cord around her neck.

The zombies lunged for her, staggering and swarming, all at once leaving the body Theo had been trying to save. He looked down and recognized the grimy, blood-streaked face.

Sam.

Selena braced herself as the zombies surged toward her. They left behind, released, whatever victim they’d been attacking, clawing for the crystal instead.

“Meeeeeeeeeeee.”

The glowing stone was hot in her hand, but she held it, waiting for the onslaught, tears of frustration and anger wet on her face. “Nowwwwwmeeeeeeee.”

“No!” she screamed again as Theo whirled toward one of the creatures, slamming a large, flaming branch onto its head, crushing it like a melon. “Stop!”

He shouted something back at her, his face suddenly illuminated by the torch, stark and wide-eyed. A horrified mask. She couldn’t hear him, and suddenly found herself swarmed by the zombies as they reached for her in familiar desperation.

“Noooowwwwwwww meeeeeeee nooowwwwww.”

The sounds filled her ears like a horrible, deep wind drowning out everything but those desperate cries for salvation.

She touched one and looked into a young man’s eyes, taking on the jolt of his life as the light of his soul died from the orange eyes, the impact battering her like a succession of stones. Tears burned her eyes. Theo, Theo, he didn’t understand. She tried to catch her breath, hold herself steady as she drew in a foul-scented gasp of air, ready for another. “ ’Elllllllpppp ’eeeeeeeeee.”

Another shout, more insistent, human, caught her ears, and suddenly the flaming torch was flailing into the cluster of zombies clamoring to her. One fell back, making an opening, and Selena turned toward Theo, rage in her face as he pushed his way through.

“Leave me!” she shouted, pushing at him even as she reached for another clammy, rotted-fleshed hand. “Get away!”

She couldn’t understand what he said over the horrible cries that were growing more desperate—“I—am!” she thought she heard—but he grabbed her hand and dragged her away, using his torch to drive the monsters back.

Selena fought him, hating him, slamming him with her fists and shouting at him with fury and fear, but he ignored her, pulling her away.

He shouted something over her head—“Who!”—and she saw, with a shock, another figure staggering to its feet in the shadows. Long light hair shone in the light as he—she?—came upright.

Theo held on to Selena, dragged her away from the monsters and shouted, “NOW!”

Even as she fought, the arc of something flaming cut through the night, flying from the long-haired person to the cluster of zombies held at bay by Theo’s torch. “Noooooo!” she screamed as Theo shoved her away, falling on top of her as they crashed to the ground.

The explosion was a loud, shattering pop and the night flared golden. Debris rained down on them, on the ground and into the trees around them.

And then, there was silence but for their gasping breaths.

Selena lay on the ground beneath Theo, unmoving, frozen with despair and breathless with betrayal. The grass and dirt was cold and damp beneath her fingers, and she lay there, her face pressing into it, tears seeping into the soil even after he moved off her. He killed them. Killed them all. Left them trapped.

She could have saved them. And he killed them.

She hated him. Her insides were tearing apart.

“Selena.” Theo’s voice was urgent. His hand touched her shoulder, and she felt the sting of his betrayal.

She rolled over and gave him a look of loathing. “How could y—”

“Selena, please. Stop. It’s Sam.” He’d taken her shoulders and was looking into her eyes. That mask that had tightened his features had changed to something else.

“Sam?” The expression on Theo’s face made her go cold. Her knees weakened. “What is it?”

It was a dream. Everything after that was a horrible nightmare.

She turned—was turned; and walked—was led—to an awful scene.

A man with long silver hair knelt, bent, next to an inert body. Sam.

Her Sammy. Illuminated by a generous moon that had somehow found the center of her world.

His torso and legs were a mass of slashing cuts, one arm was mere ribbons. His face, his handsome face had scratches on it, and dark, wet blood was everywhere.

From the zombies. The very zombies she’d tried to save.

Oh God. Her knees buckled, and someone caught her.

“He tried to save me,” said the old man, looking up from where he crouched.

Sammy wasn’t dead. He wasn’t dead.

She half fell, half knelt next to him, touched her son, watched his mouth move and his eyes slowly open. Focus on her. Her heart leapt, her clammy hands closed around his bloody ones, and she pressed her lips together.

And then she saw the glittering gray cloud filtering in the moonlight, coiling and rising above him.

Not my Sammy. Not my boy!

Selena repeated those words over and over in her mind all the way home. She didn’t remember any part of the trip back, just Theo’s solid presence next to her, carrying her boy—her boy!—in his arms. She battled the dark wave of hatred, of undulating fury that threatened to set her to screaming.

She kept a hand on Sam’s arm, terrified at how cold it felt, watching the silvery gray cloud around him, trying to convince herself that it was dust lit by moonlight, or fireflies, or something else.

And the underlying anger fueled her powerful steps. The memories of the carnage, the scene in the clearing—Theo flailing and whaling, crushing skulls and pulling her away, shouting something in her face that she couldn’t understand. The death, the blood, her son. Her son.

She was dully aware of the conversation around her between Theo and this other man, an older man with long hair who seemed to know Theo.

“He tried to save me,” the older man, whose name appeared to be Lou, said. “They came from nowhere. No moaning. No warning.”

“I knew something was wrong, but I didn’t know it was you,” Theo said, his voice taut. “If I’d listened—I didn’t get there in time.”

“But what was Sam doing out?” Selena managed to ask, coming out of her darkness for a moment. “Why was he outside the walls?”

No one had an answer, but she wondered, deep in the pit of her stomach. She’d come from Yellow Mountain where she’d seen Jennifer. The girl had ignored her for the most part, except for one awkward moment when their eyes had caught. Selena had seen her talking and flirting with one of the other young men—one with whom she’d had an on-again, off-again relationship. She suspected Sam’s nighttime excursion had something to do with that.

But she couldn’t conjecture. She had to focus on now.

When they finally got Sammy into the bed that had belonged to Theo—Selena chose it for superstitious reasons, hoping for another miracle—she at last had the chance to examine him.

It was bad.

Behind her, when she drew away what was left of Sam’s shirt, Theo breathed, “Jesus.” He turned to the man named Lou. “We’ve got to get Elliott here.”

Lou said something in return, but Selena didn’t hear him because Sam had opened his eyes. “Mom,” he whispered.

She touched his forehead, trying not to let him see the fear in her eyes, the knowledge. “Sammy. I’m here. We’re going to get you fixed up. Frank’s going to get Cath.”

“Is he . . . all right?” Sam said in a low, ruptured voice. “The man.”

Selena blinked back burning tears. This was her son. This was the man she’d raised.

“I’m here,” said Lou, moving so that Sam could see him. “Thank you,” he said. “Thank you for helping me.”

“Good,” Sam said. He closed his eyes and, terrified, Selena looked up and around to see if the cloud was there, and if it was changing.

Her heart plummeted when she saw the gray sparkles, though not yet turning blue, swirling so beautifully like silvery dust motes. No. Go the fuck away. Leave my son.

She didn’t know how long she sat there with him; she knew that Cath came at some point and examined the deep gouges in Sam’s abdomen, adding her own salves to the ones Vonnie had applied. Selena saw that Cath’s face was taut and unyielding, that everyone seemed to speak in a hush, and that, in the corner, there were a man and a woman surrounded by a wavering blue glow. Waiting.

But the cloud stayed gray, and she prayed to keep it from blue. Because blue meant the end.

“Selena.” The voice, accompanied by a gentle but firm hand on her shoulder, finally broke into her thoughts.

It was Theo, and he brought his face close to hers as if determined to get, and keep, her attention. His eyes were soft and brown, but determined. “You have to rest. Please.”

“No,” she said, turning back to Sam. “I can’t leave him.”

But as she gazed down at him, one of the blue-haloed figures came from the corner and stood beside the bed. Selena couldn’t see her feet. It was a woman, with long dark hair; and when she looked at Selena, it was as if she were seeing herself in a murky mirror.

A shot of recognition zipped through her. Mother? she whispered.

“Selena,” Theo’s voice penetrated again. “You’re dead on your feet. Come with me.”

Go with him.

She allowed Theo to take her away then, assured that her mother would be with Sam until she returned.

Theo brought her outside where the sunshine warmed her dulled senses, and walked with his arm around her waist. Before she knew it, they were approaching the fairies’ wheel, far from the house, far from the dark thoughts and the cloud of silver-gray reality.

He helped her on board one of the cars, and she didn’t resist. Her numbness was beginning to thaw and a myriad of emotions battered her. Anger. Fear. Disbelief.

Hate.

But as the wheel began to lift, the gust of wind stirring her hair, she blinked and felt. The ground moved away, the trees shortened as their car rose easily and gently. He sat across from her, and she looked out over the wooded grounds. Riding in the fairies’ wheel was a much different experience during the day. She almost smiled at the little tickle inside as they rounded the top and started down, still slowly and gently as if riding on a circular wave.

“Eat this,” he said, forcing something into her hand as he looked at her from the seat across. “I don’t know how long it’s been since you ate. Yesterday? In Yellow Mountain? I know you haven’t slept for a long time too.”

At this, Selena seemed to come out of her exhausted trance, and Theo felt a wave of gratitude for the awareness that flickered in her eyes. He was still trying to put all of the pieces together of what had happened, and to deal with the variety of emotions that had erupted. Shock was only one of them.

And he knew that Lou was filled with guilt and remorse. “I should be the one,” he’d said up in the arcade only a short while ago. “It should be me! I’ve lived my damn life. Why such a young one?”

Again, the why.

Theo looked over at Selena, who’d taken a bite of the sandwich he’d made for her. She was chewing, and her eyes were focusing again.

Suddenly, they lifted and leveled on him. “Thank you,” she said. “I think I needed this. To get away.”

He nodded. Her gratitude seemed genuine, but there was something else there, lurking beneath. “You could use some sleep, I think.” He eased over to her side, the car lurching a bit, tipping with his added weight, and he slid an arm along the back behind her. “Rest with me for a little while.”

She seemed stiff, but he attributed that to her shock and grief. He eased her close and was relieved when she settled into the crook beneath his shoulder. Maybe she would sleep.

He’d shown Lou the arcade, and any excitement his twin might have had about being introduced to Brad Blizek’s private sanctuary was lost in the tragic moment. They’d logged in to the
NAP
, Theo on Blizek’s computer, and Lou on the mini-laptop he’d brought with him.

The first order of business was to let Sage know that Lou was safely here with Theo, with only minor injuries from his scuffle with the zombies, and to get in touch with Elliott for advice on treatment.

If there was going to be a miracle and any chance for Sam to be healed, Elliott would have to get here soon.

“He’s going to die,” said Selena after a long while. The sun was much lower, completely behind the trees and distant house. She might have slept; Theo had felt her muscles relax and her body sag more heavily against him as the wheel rose and fell, their car rocking gently. Her breathing had regulated, and he was relieved that he’d been able to do that, at least, for her.