Part 20 (2/2)

Chapter 21. Lucky.

I grab Kieron's hand. ”Stay close. Be ready,” I whisper. The lights inside flicker on and off several times before finally pitching the cabin into total darkness...but only for a moment. When the light comes back, the room's eerie glow is not from the lamps in the corners, but from the flicker of dozens of candles that have mysteriously lit themselves.

And the chair where Tatiana was sitting is now empty. ”Where'd she go?” Ca.s.sie cries.

Tristan turns to the other two men. ”Go. Find her. NOW!”

It takes them only a moment to determine she's no longer inside the cabin. ”Search the forest!” Tristan snaps at them. ”She couldn't have gotten far!”

The males take off, but Ca.s.sie remains by Tristan's side. He turns back to us. ”Which one of you did that?”

”Be ready,” Tatiana's voice rings in my head.

”The crazy old lady did it,” I say with a smirk. I drop Kieron's hand as a large object comes hurling at me from Tatiana's room. I catch the flying bow as Kieron catches the arrows. In one fluid movement he hands me one, and I fire a perfect shot at Tristan's head.

With the slightest wave of his hand the arrow diverts, lodging itself harmlessly into the back wall of the cabin. I suck in my breath as Tristan laughs.

”Really? You thought you could take me out with that? I'm almost embarra.s.sed for you right now,” he says with a derisive sneer.

I s.n.a.t.c.h another arrow from Kieron's outstretched hand and rapidly fire off another shot, this one directed at Ca.s.sie's smug face. But like Tristan had done, she casually brushes it away, and the arrow to falls to the floor in tiny pieces.

Desperate, I gather another fireball in my hand and hurl it in their direction. The moment it leaves my palm, the flying ball of electric fire instantly freezes. It drops from the air, shattering like ice as it hits the ground. I make another one, and another...shooting them in the direction of the two Light-angels. But every ball of fire I send their way falls to the floor, a worthless block of frozen water. I stand there stunned, totally disarmed, and completely outmatched.

”Do something!” I plead to Kieron as Tristan begins marching slowly toward us. Black streams of smoke and fire shoot from Kieron's fingertips, but instead of burning Tristan, the charcoal flames seem to move around him-as if he's protected by some invisible s.h.i.+eld.

Tristan lifts his hand and extends his thumb and forefinger, pinching them together like he's catching a fly in the air. But when I hear the sickening crack, I know what he's done. Kieron bites his lip to keep from yelling out and stumbles back, his arm hanging at an angle arms don't usually hang.

Tristan raises his hand again. ”No!” I scream. He wiggles his fingers at me, and my neck begins to tighten, choking off the sound. I fall back and catch myself on Kieron's s.h.i.+rt, pulling him with me. My hand touches a small bag tied to his waist... He has the veneficus calx! It's our only hope. Even if we die, at least we'll take these sons of b.i.t.c.hes out with us.

I rip the bag from Kieron's side, and quickly shove my hand inside the velvety satchel. The moment my fingers touch its contents my heart sinks, and I know without a doubt I have failed. Dirt! The bag is filled with dirt. There are no stones in here. We are totally screwed.

I scream in frustration as Tristan bears down upon us, his hands outstretched menacingly, his skin an alarming, glowing white. Without thinking, I clutch a handful of the dirt and throw it in his face like a child at the beach who's had her sandcastle kicked over by a bully. ”I hate you! Go away!” I yell pathetically.

Despite my attempts to hold him back, Kieron lunges at Tristan.

I can't watch Kieron die, too!

Then, something strange begins to happen. Tristan takes a deep breath and starts to cough...violently. He can't seem to catch his breath. Reaching for his throat, he claws at it, tearing open the flesh. His hands and neck are covered with his own blood. His movements slow, as if his legs are being frozen from the inside out, and his alabaster skin turns a sickly shade of grey. Now his feet seem glued in place. His arms thrash, but the grey continues to climb up his body. Blood drips from his widened eyes, and his smug expression is replaced by one of sheer terror.

”Tristan!” Ca.s.sie screams, rus.h.i.+ng to his side. ”What's happening?” Her desperate gaze darts from him over to us and back to him again.

Kieron glances at me out of the corner of his eye, and I think I detect a faint smile on his lips. But I'm just as confused as Ca.s.sie.

My attention fixed on the horrific sight before me, I hardly notice as Kieron quickly moves to pick my bow up off the floor with his good arm.

”Tristan!” Ca.s.sie screams again, louder this time, and her high-pitched voice sounds eerily inhuman.

Tristan doesn't respond, but remains frozen in mid-step. His once alabaster skin is now changing from grey to solid black marble. As the ebony stone creeps its way up his body, a horrific noise sends me tumbling to the floor.

”d.a.m.n you to h.e.l.l, you-!” But before Tristan can finish the words, the marble freezes his mouth in a terrifying, silent scream.

Kieron throws his head back in a laugh. ”Sorry, man. If only it were that easy. But we've been banned from there, too!”

A blinding light flashes through the cabin, followed by a powerful sonic boom that pummels my body from all directions. ”She's taking her form!” Kieron yells from beside me. ”We must stop her before she does, or we're both dead!”

There's a terrifying explosion and cracking as the walls of the cabin are blown to smithereens. A higher-pitched scream has me on my knees, and I cover my face as the ground beneath me rolls and shakes. Everything is cras.h.i.+ng down around me.

”Lucky! We have to get her now! Both of us together! Do it now!” Kieron shouts over the thundering roar. I drop the sack of dirt as he presses my crossbow and an arrow into my hands.

I try to look at Ca.s.sie, but the blinding white light burns my corneas. A thin trail of blood trickles down my cheek and lands on my hand. ”I can't!” I yell at Kieron.

”You have to or we both die. Do it now!”

Closing my eyes, I whisper, ”Help me, Tat.”

I struggle to stand, and with my eyes tightly shut I c.o.c.k the arrow tight, move it two degrees to the right and up three feet. I hold my breath, pull back and release. As I do, an explosion of energy coming from Kieron nearly knocks me over again. But I stay steady as he shoots Ca.s.sie with everything he's got.

”Is it working?” I shout over the angel's ear-splitting cries.

”Shoot another arrow!”

”That was the last one!”

I quickly form two more giant fireb.a.l.l.s in my palms and throw them toward the giant ma.s.s of blinding light. Then, without stopping to think, I reach down for the bag on the floor. I stick my hand inside and throw some of the dirt.

An unearthly, blood-curdling scream is quickly followed by a rumbling explosion. The weight of rus.h.i.+ng air crushes my lungs and hurls me back several yards into the open woods, where I land painfully amongst piles of burning debris.

Moaning, I roll over and try to catch my breath as the smoke burns my b.l.o.o.d.y eyes. On my skinned hands and knees, I manage to crawl my way over to where Kieron is and collapse beside him.

”Nice shootin',” he huffs.

”D-did it work? Did we kill her?” I pant.

He nods and reaches for me. ”I'd say so.” Kieron's face quickly melts from relief into concern. ”Are you okay?”

”I'll live. But your arm-” I gasp, remembering.

”My elbow was just dislocated. I already popped it back in place,” he says with a grimace.

”Are you okay? Does it hurt?”

”It doesn't tickle, but I'll survive.” He gives me a half smile and sits up.

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