Night Betrayed Part 30

At least if he and Selena had been riding alone, they might have been able to talk.

Not that he knew what he'd say.

He could have insisted on driving, instead of Wyatt, who'd claimed the privilege simply because he'd been in Iraq in the marines, and commandeered a fire truck on a regular basis-or at least, he had before the Change.

Theo glanced at Selena as they jounced along in the backseat, noted her pert nose, the full thrust of her lips, and the long golden length of her arm. Not to mention the curves of that nicely proportioned, insomnia-inducing body.

Did she still see a berserker warrior, a bloodthirsty killer, a man who thrived on violence when she looked at him? Was that why, although she met his gaze, there seemed to be a reserve there?

There was nothing in her expression or demeanor to indicate that she'd forgotten her revulsion for him and his actions-and the tension between them rose and fell, as choppy as the primitive terrain.

He tried to make conversation with her in between giving Wyatt directions-and he succeeded. He learned that she only had one patient now, and that Frank's cacao trees seemed to be surviving. The brittleness he'd noted before he and Lou had left seemed to have eased.

But she didn't smile as much as she used to. And the peacefulness and serenity that had so attracted him from the first seemed dull and diluted from what he remembered.

She'd changed.

Or maybe he had.

Yes, I definitely have.

So when they at last approached the looming walls in the truck, he felt a wave of apprehension chill him. He glanced at a tight-faced Selena, hoping everything would be all right when this was all done.

Selena looked down at the struggling figure linked to a long table in a very brightly lit room.

The creature's gray skin sagged and tore, and her orange eyes glowed with desperation and hunger. The face was long and rubbery and empty, with jowls that had sagged beneath her eyes, sunk deeply into her cheeks, and were hanging down around the chin and jaw. Holes and wrinkles in the foul-smelling skin exposed the white of bone, and the black muscle and tendon beneath the flesh. What might have once been thick glossy hair was now thin and brittle and gray. Lips were nonexistent. Clothing hung in shreds from a body that bulged around the ankle and the wrist cuffs that held her-it was a woman-to the table.

Oh my G.o.d, was all Selena could think. Despite her experience with zombies, she'd never seen one in this capacity: closely, and in the light where all of the details were clear. She had to blink to keep back tears. was all Selena could think. Despite her experience with zombies, she'd never seen one in this capacity: closely, and in the light where all of the details were clear. She had to blink to keep back tears. How does this happen? How does this happen?

"We didn't know what to do with it-her," Theo said, standing next to Selena. "I thought you could help."

At that moment, she wasn't thinking about the horrifying creatures of night, the ones who'd dragged her son into pieces. Those monsters were far removed from this pitiful being, strapped and confined, and desperate.

Her crystal glowed hot against her skin and she pulled it from behind her s.h.i.+rt, heart racing. This was easy, simple. There was no threat to her, no danger. No night.

"Let her up," Selena said to Theo, moving closer. She reached for the woman's rotting hand as soon as he'd freed the wrist and the hulking body s.h.i.+fted and moved, lurching as it tried to rise into a sitting position.

He refused to release the creature's legs, but it was enough. Selena touched the woman's hand and felt the grainy, flaky skin against hers, and closed her own fingers around the crystal. As she looked into the woman's eyes, seeking that last bit of humanity beyond the guttural moans that sounded like nothing, they connected for a moment. She saw deep into the burning orange, into the fear and angst buried inside.

Then a jolt of energy slugged through her, and Selena took in the memories from the woman as the last bit of energy died from those orange eyes. The horrible creature slumped and sagged, and then fell back onto the table with a heavy jolt.

Selena turned to Theo. "She's gone."

He nodded, and reached for her hand. "Thank you."

And that was when it truly hit her: that he'd waited for her to help the creature. Instead of killing her himself. Instead of doing the sort of blind, violent execution she'd witnessed.

Shaking a little, she looked around the room. Wyatt and Elliott had done nothing but stand there, watching in silent horror.

"Theo," Wyatt said now, pointing to a long channel behind him. "What's this?"

Theo glanced at Selena and brought her over to it. She gasped when she saw two people floating in some liquid that looked like thick, sluggish water.

"Ballard took her"-he gestured to the dead zombie-"from here. She was just like them until he took her out and injected something into her brain. A crystal and some other fluid ... Over there, Elliott." He pointed toward a table with a finger that shook. "And then she turned into that. Right before our eyes."

The other three gaped, revulsion and horror branding their faces. "Just like that?" Selena asked.

Theo nodded. "The most horrible part about it was that he was talking to her all through it, after he took her out of that ... stuff. She was still alive, still aware of what was happening. She even answered-or tried to-questions from him. And from what he said"-Theo swallowed audibly, his handsome face twisting into something old and haggard-"she'd been kept that way, in that stuff, for fifty years."

Selena clapped her hand over her mouth as she stared at the two figures, but she wasn't able to keep her belly from tightening and purging. She barely found a can before she lost the contents of her stomach. When she looked up, she saw that the others were just as horrified. "My G.o.d," she whispered.

"I know," Theo said, holding her gaze. "It's completely changed how I feel about them."

"Why did you leave them in there?" Elliott asked, a note of tension and judgment in his voice as he gestured to the bodies in the channel.

Theo shook his head, his lips pressed together. "We took one of them out. They can't breathe; they can't move. They just sort of start to gasp and cough, like a fish out of water. Lou and I tried to save them, but didn't know what to do. It's like they're alive ... but they aren't. So we put him back in until ... until we figured out what to do."

Then Theo straightened and drew in a deep breath. "And that's not all. That big tank outside-you saw it when we came in-it's filled ... filled filled" -his voice cracked- "with more of them. Including," he glanced at Selena, "Wayne and Buddy."

"Jesus Christ," Wyatt said, the words tight and low. His hard face had set even more, and he turned away.

"Those poor people. What the h.e.l.l are we going to do about them?" Elliott asked, staring down into the channel.

Theo looked at Selena, his face weary, the silent question in his eyes.

She nodded, her mouth dry. "I'll do what I can."

Chapter 19.

Remy opened her eyes slowly.

One of them was swollen half shut, but the other worked fine. The rest of her hurt hurt. Everywhere.

The ground beneath her was cold and damp, and the only light was the smoldering fire beyond. She was under the vehicle, where Seattle had rolled her aching, limp body after he'd finished with her.

Remy shoved away the memory of his hands on her, yanking her clothing aside, spreading her legs, shoving himself inside. She'd emptied what little had been in her belly earlier, to his disgust, and all she had left was an ugly, empty sc.r.a.ping.

And the determination to get the h.e.l.l away from him.

She couldn't move far; one hand was attached to some metallic thing by a handcuff. The gangas gangas couldn't get to her there as long as she stayed under the truck, so she kept herself in the center, out of their reach. They weren't smart enough, she didn't think, to try and move the truck. couldn't get to her there as long as she stayed under the truck, so she kept herself in the center, out of their reach. They weren't smart enough, she didn't think, to try and move the truck.

She just hoped Seattle meant to unlock the restraint before he drove off in the morning. She could live through another beating and rape, but not being dragged along beneath those huge wheels.

Things hadn't started off this badly when he'd killed Ian and took her off with him in the truck a week ago. That was how she'd lost Dantes, too. He couldn't have followed a truck, but he'd already gone missing when they drove off. Remy tried not to worry too much because Dantes always always found her. No matter what. found her. No matter what.

And at first, Seattle had been what he must have considered to be charming and friendly. Remy had been plotting her escape from the beginning, taking care to keep her pistol hidden in the small pack she had, or in the back of her jeans. She should have left sooner, but they were with other bounty hunters and didn't want to raise suspicion. Plus, she needed time to plan.

But after three nights of her resisting his physical advances, Seattle had obviously had enough. He'd slipped over to her while she was sleeping there, in the same room as the other bounty hunters, and she'd awakened to his hand over her mouth and his leg shoving between hers. His long ringleted hair brushed her face.

"You gave it up for Marck, you'll give it up for me," he growled into her face when her eyes bolted open.

But Remy didn't sleep without her pistol, and when she reached behind her head to grab it in a pretend stretch, Seattle got the unpleasant surprise of the barrel jamming against the side of his head.

"Get off me," she hissed when he froze and she shoved his hand away. "And don't touch me again."

Seattle rolled away, but not before he fixed her with a look of loathing evident even in the dim light of night. She knew then she'd made an enemy, so she'd gotten more serious about escaping.

But the next day, as they were driving in the trucks, Seattle made a detour while the others went back to Yellow Mountain. And he took her with him, using a handcuff to keep her in the truck, and then with him later.

That was the first time he'd raped her.

The next day, she'd tried to escape by hitting him in the head with a rock when he was taking a p.i.s.s near a river, her wrist cuffed to his.

He'd held her face under water long enough that the darkness came and took her away. When she came to, he hit her in the face, then yanked down her pants again.

Tonight had been the worst, which was why she'd been relegated to under the truck-to a night of discomfort and the fear of being dragged out and devoured by zombies. She preferred not to relive the other details that had led to being here. Instead, she tried not to cry, tried not to give in to the despair and fear and pain.

I have to find a way out of here. I will will find a way out of here. find a way out of here.

Her grandfather's voice came back to her. You're the one. You're the only one who can change it. You're the one. You're the only one who can change it.

She'd never known what he meant, but she'd taken to heart his warning: Hide yourself. Don't let them find you. Hide yourself. Don't let them find you. She'd lived her whole life by that mantra, never understanding why. She'd lived her whole life by that mantra, never understanding why.

The irony of her predicament was that they hadn't found her-whoever "they" was. Seattle had no idea who she was. If he did ...

Oh G.o.d.

What if I told him? And he realizes I'm the one they've been searching for?

Would that save my life?

Optimism stirred deep inside her. It might even protect her from further abuse.

But if she told him, then her secret would be over. They'd all know and they'd never stop hunting her.

Unless I killed him first.

Not that she hadn't been trying to for the last three days.

A little sob tried to work its way up from her lungs, but she didn't even have the energy for that. Her ribs hurt where Seattle had kicked her.

She s.h.i.+fted her handcuffed wrist under the truck, trying to get comfortable. It was dark and shadowy, but a slice of moon cast on the ground outside and gave a little illumination. Was there anything under here that she could use as a weapon? It was all metal, some of it was rusty ...

Hope renewed, she began to feel around beneath the truck, wondering if she could break off a sharp piece of metal.

d.a.m.ned if I'm going to let him win.

"You're done, done," Theo said. "Selena. You have to stop now."

The exhaustion and despair dragging her face frightened him. He'd exposed her to this; and now he had to watch her drain away, able to provide little but physical support. Talk about creating monsters ...

"One more," she said, her voice thin, her eyes empty, dark pits. "I can't stop now." She turned to the channel, where yet another body waited to be revived and released.

Wyatt and Elliott had taken the elevator to the top of the tank and figured out how to work the machinery that slid the bodies down the chute-for there seemed to be no other more humane way to retrieve them; and Theo stayed with Selena-as she touched and released numb person after person after person from, literally, a living living h.e.l.l. h.e.l.l.

More than fifty of them in the last few hours, and he could see the toll it was taking on her.

Concern and anger spiked, and he grabbed Selena's shoulders, turning her to get her to focus on him. "I'm sorry I asked you to do this," he said. "It's too much, Selena. I don't want anything to happen to you."

"Nothing's going to happen to me," she said firmly, her eyes lighting briefly with determination, despite the whiteness of her face, the grooves near her mouth. "I'm the only one who can do this. The only one."

He nodded. "I know. But you need a rest."

"No," she said. "I have to-"

"Selena. You need a rest. It's too much." He'd seen her body shake and jolt with each person she touched, as she took on their pain or life or whatever it was she did. And he knew, clearly, that if they didn't leave this place, she'd insist on working nonstop until it was done.

Until all the people were saved.

Because that was his Selena.

"We're going back to Vonnie and Lou," he said. She opened her mouth to protest, but he overrode her. "Selena ... these people have been here for a long time, some of them for decades ... another week or so won't make a difference to them. But if you keep this up, it could hurt you. Please Please. We'll come back and do it little by little." He squeezed her shoulders, wanting to fold her into his arms, but not quite ready to chance that yet. "Besides that, don't you think we should rescue Vonnie and Lou from each other?"

She reluctantly agreed, and they all left the building.

As he and Lou had done previously, Theo left the security system armed and tweaked it so that it was secure from any other arrival. No one would be able to get in through the ma.s.sive metal walls-which were five feet thick and topped with electrical wiring-without disarming the code.

"And since I'm a computer G.o.d," he reminded Elliott modestly, "no one's going to be able to hack through the changes I've made."

Wyatt rolled his eyes and ordered Dantes back into the vehicle, where they'd left him during their work inside the wall. Then he climbed into the driver seat next to Elliott, and Theo crawled in the back with Selena, who'd remained silent and white-faced. As they pa.s.sed through the gate and drove away in the Humvee, Theo couldn't stop the niggling guilt. But he knew it was the best he could do. Selena simply didn't have the energy to work through the hundreds of bodies there without a rest.

He wasn't going to let her try. He glanced at her, and eased his fingers over to close them over her ice-cold hand. "Vonnie will be glad to see us," he said, trying to draw Selena out of her silence.

"If she and Lou haven't killed each other." Her lips formed the words softly and he could see her trying to stir herself awake.

So instead of trying to get her to talk, he slid to the seat's center and moved his arm around her, nudging her against him. She came easily, and he let her sag against his chest, the delicious, comforting smell of her hair filling his nose. He closed his eyes for a minute, breathing deeply, trying to calm the leaping in his veins.

When he opened them again, Theo happened to catch Wyatt's eyes in the rearview mirror. They were cool and emotionless, and then they slid away as Wyatt returned his attention to driving.

They went on for some time. The sun had begun to set, and night fell-illuminated only by the faulty, downcast headlights. Suddenly, Wyatt snarled out a curse, jerking the wheel. The truck jolted and jounced into what felt like a crater from h.e.l.l, and then nothing. Dantes whined, sniffing at the air.

"f.u.c.k," Wyatt said, out of the vehicle before anyone else had recovered. "Sonofab.i.t.c.h," came his voice from outside. "Tire's gone."