Part 28 (1/2)

I could feel the change inside of me as well. A dark, claustrophobic feeling, as if I were trapped inside one of the musty alcoves of the Feeding cavern. I felt it even when I was standing outside on a cloudless day, as if my face would never again be warmed by the sun.

The Tunnels were getting closer.

In my art cla.s.s the following Monday, Cole-in his dark-haired ”Neal” disguise-turned out several watercolor paintings that the teacher, Mr. Tanner, displayed at the front of the cla.s.sroom.

”Now, this is what I mean when I talk about brushstrokes.” Mr. Tanner made sweeping gestures with his hands. ”Where did you say you transferred from, Neal?”

”Seattle.” Cole glanced at me sideways. ”The suburbs.”

Mr. Tanner inflated his cheeks, then blew out the air. ”And this is the first art cla.s.s you've taken?”

”The first one that involved paper. We were using rocks and chisels before.” He chuckled, as if enjoying a private joke.

Mr. Tanner smiled like he understood, even though it was obvious he had no idea what Cole was talking about. He turned to the front of the room, where he had attached paper to the chalkboard. Using his charcoal sticks, he demonstrated his own version of the technique Cole had used, and then put us to task on our own easels.

I started drawing a house. Art never was my favorite subject, and every attempt of mine usually ended up being a house anyway. And my hands had stopped shaking. I had enough muscle control for my drawing to actually resemble a house.

Cole tweaked his easel so I couldn't see what he was working on. It also meant he could watch me work. I'd stopped caring a long time ago.

”Nik,” he whispered loudly. ”What's that supposed to be?”

”It's a house.”

”Oh. Um ... stunning.”

I focused on my sketch, but I could feel Cole's eyes watching my lines.

”Hey, Nik!”

”What?”

”Has it started running down your arm yet?”

I whipped my head around, and the piece of charcoal I had been using flew out of my hand and ricocheted off the back of Cole's easel. ”What did you say?”

Cole held up his hands in mock surrender. ”Whoa. Didn't mean to freak you out. Just wondering about your mark.”

”How did you know?” And then I shook my head. ”Never mind. I forget you've been through this before.”

”Not like this. I've never tracked someone after the Feed. Like I said, you're different. You're-”

”I know. I know. Special.” I knew the real answer now. I wasn't old and crazy. ”Please draw and stop talking.”

He put his charcoal on the tray of his easel and then rubbed his hands together lightly. ”The Shade is getting stronger. You know the fingers of your mark? The ones that look like little breakaway lines? Those represent the Tunnels. As if the Shade is reaching out for them.”

As Cole spoke, his words felt like an ice cube on my neck, shooting down my spine. I couldn't answer. Cole smiled and turned his easel so the picture he had been working on faced me.

On the canvas was a thin girl with long black hair, the ends of which were flowing behind her as if she were facing a strong wind. But as I looked closer, I realized her hair wasn't blowing. It was being sucked into a dark vortex behind her.

Cole held my gaze for a few moments. I could tell what was behind his eyes. He was saying, Come with me and this won't be you.

He pointed to my arm, then reached out as if he would grab it. ”It's not too late.”

The bell rang. I jerked my arm away. I had to get him away from me. I had to.

We stared at each other in silence for a moment. I didn't realize how much time had pa.s.sed, and I started to put my tools away. The rest of the students had already done so and were filing out of the room. Cole stayed behind, waiting for me.

I packed my gear as if he weren't even there, and then I ripped my name tag off the box Mr. Tanner had given me at the start of the year. I wasn't going to waste the little time I had left in art cla.s.s anymore.

Cole watched. He probably knew what I was doing. If I could wish for anything at this moment, it would be for Cole to leave. Let me have this little time to myself.

He followed me into the hallway. I turned abruptly and blurted out, ”What would it take to get you to leave me alone?”

”I think you know exactly what it would take.”

”What if I make you a deal?”

His eyebrows wrinkled. ”A deal?”

Lowering my voice, I said, ”What if I promise to go with you, but not until right before the Tunnels come?” I took a step closer in my sudden enthusiasm, and he backed up. ”As long as I go with you before the Tunnels actually come, it will work. If you give me these last moments with Jack alone, I'll go with you.”

I tried not to let my face show the lie I was telling.

His face went blank, then it broke out in a wide grin. ”Golly, do you pinky swear?” he said sarcastically. When I didn't answer, he continued, ”Your little plan would involve me taking quite a bit on faith. You're not exactly a safe bet.”

I guess I wasn't surprised. But I was so tired of Cole. I looked him directly in the eye. ”If you can tell when I'm lying, you should know without a doubt when I'm telling the truth.” I put my face even closer to his. ”Here's the truth. I. Will. Never. Ever. Go with you.”

Cole's eyes became tight, and then I saw something on his face I'd never seen before. Genuine pain.

I took in a short breath of surprise, but I stood my ground. If the hurt on his face was as real as it looked, maybe that's what it would take to get him to back down.

Cole looked over my shoulder, and his expression switched from hurt to blazing anger, the fierceness of which sent a cold s.h.i.+ver all the way to my fingers and toes.

I turned to see the recipient of such venom, even though I knew who was standing there.

”Jack,” Cole said, his voice tense and jeering, ”help me out here. Our girl is talking crazy, and I don't speak crazy.”

Jack shot me a curious look. ”Ignore him,” I said, a pit growing in my stomach. I tugged on Jack's arm, but he didn't move.

”Oh, sure,” Cole said. ”Ignore the guy with the information. Speaking of information, Jack, has Nikki told you about her mark?”

The breath stopped in my chest.

”Yes,” Jack said, still at a loss.

”Cole-” I started to say, but he cut me off.

”I should've been more specific,” Cole continued. ”I meant to say has she told you the truth about her mark?”

I yanked Jack's arm. ”C'mon, Jack. Let's just leave. Please.” Only now he definitely wasn't going anywhere.