United as One
Page 111
- Background:
- Text Font:
- Text Size:
- Line Height:
- Line Break Height:
- Frame:
“Ugh . . .”
My mouth tastes of blood. Every breath feels like I’m rolling around on broken glass. The mountain shakes again, and rock-dust falls from the ceiling. I close my eyes to avoid the stinging debris. Maybe, I think, I’ll keep them closed a little longer.
Six! You stay awake! You get up!
Ella, her voice coming through a megaphone directly into my brain, so loud that it makes my head ache.
“I’m up, I’m up,” I reply out loud as I struggle into a sitting position. It hurts to bend like that, and I have to stifle a cry. “What’s happening?”
We’re going to bring down the mountain, Ella replies. Sam’s chipping away at it, but we’re not unleashing the main cannon until you’re out.
“Guess I better get up then,” I grunt, and struggle to my feet.
So Sam’s been forced to play the role Adam was meant for—if everything goes wrong, blow the whole thing up. Adam . . . I just couldn’t get to him in time. I peek over the edge of the chasm but see nothing but jagged rocks and shadows. Something along the edge catches my eye, though. A thick blood trail that wasn’t there before that stretches from the control room to the chasm.
Dust’s body isn’t where it fell. Was the Chimæra still alive? Did it go down after Adam?
I cup my hands around my mouth and shout into the gulf. “DUST? ADAM?”
No response. The yelling causes a fresh lance of pain in my lungs. I hold both my hands over the hole in my chest and stagger backwards, supporting myself against the nearest wall.
Marina and Nine are on their way up to you, Ella guides me. They’ll meet you in the main entrance.
I can make it that far . . . I think.
Slowly, I begin to navigate the twisting cavern corridors. I have to pause to catch my breath a few times, and each time I have to choke back a little blood. I glance over my shoulder and notice that I’m leaving a blood trail of my own. Looking back makes me feel a little woozy, my eyes getting hooded.
Keep going. Straight ahead now. Almost there.
“Six!”
I stumble into the main entrance at the same time that Marina emerges from the narrow passageway that leads deeper into the complex. Nine is flung over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Never knew Marina to be the bodybuilding type—Nine must have transferred his Legacies before he went down. I cringe when I see Nine’s condition—unconscious, face ashen, missing an arm. Marina makes as if to reach out to me with her free arm, but the shoulder is dislocated, so she ends up awkwardly jerking her shoulder in my direction.
“Where’s John and Five?” I ask her.
“Five . . . no one deserved to die like that, Six, not even him.” Marina shakes her head disgustedly as she delivers this news, avoiding my eyes. “John is still down there, holding Setrákus Ra until we can drop this place on top of him.”
As if to punctuate Marina’s words, another tremor passes through the mountain base. That would be Sam, very slowly demolishing the Mogadorian lair.
Marina takes a look at the hole in my chest, and her mouth opens like she’s surprised I’m still standing. “Can you make it a little farther? I’ll heal you once we’re clear.”
“No,” I tell her. “Heal me now.”
She glances up at the ceiling. “But . . .”
“Ella, if you’re listening, you tell Sam to cut that shit out!”
“You didn’t see Setrákus Ra, what he’s become,” Marina says, her eyes wide. “Six, this might be the only way to stop him.”
When Adam told me about collapsing this mountain, I supported it. But that was when it was a last resort, when none of us were left standing to fight against Setrákus Ra.
Well, I’m still standing.
“Fuck that,” I respond to Marina. “I’m not letting John martyr himself. I’m going down there. When I’ve got him, you can go right ahead and drop this mountain on whatever’s left of Setrákus Ra.”
I add that last part more for Ella, who I’m sure is listening in telepathically, than for Marina. I want Ella to relay that to Sam.
Keep this place standing. Let me have a chance.
Marina looks in my eyes, and I can tell she’s trying to decide whether I’ve lost it or not. Then she carefully sets Nine down, the big guy groaning deliriously, and presses her good hand against my chest. As her cool healing energy flows into me, I greedily suck in the first deep breath I’ve been able to take since my fight with Phiri Dun-Ra.
“I should go with you . . . ,” Marina says. Her gaze drifts towards Nine.
My mouth tastes of blood. Every breath feels like I’m rolling around on broken glass. The mountain shakes again, and rock-dust falls from the ceiling. I close my eyes to avoid the stinging debris. Maybe, I think, I’ll keep them closed a little longer.
Six! You stay awake! You get up!
Ella, her voice coming through a megaphone directly into my brain, so loud that it makes my head ache.
“I’m up, I’m up,” I reply out loud as I struggle into a sitting position. It hurts to bend like that, and I have to stifle a cry. “What’s happening?”
We’re going to bring down the mountain, Ella replies. Sam’s chipping away at it, but we’re not unleashing the main cannon until you’re out.
“Guess I better get up then,” I grunt, and struggle to my feet.
So Sam’s been forced to play the role Adam was meant for—if everything goes wrong, blow the whole thing up. Adam . . . I just couldn’t get to him in time. I peek over the edge of the chasm but see nothing but jagged rocks and shadows. Something along the edge catches my eye, though. A thick blood trail that wasn’t there before that stretches from the control room to the chasm.
Dust’s body isn’t where it fell. Was the Chimæra still alive? Did it go down after Adam?
I cup my hands around my mouth and shout into the gulf. “DUST? ADAM?”
No response. The yelling causes a fresh lance of pain in my lungs. I hold both my hands over the hole in my chest and stagger backwards, supporting myself against the nearest wall.
Marina and Nine are on their way up to you, Ella guides me. They’ll meet you in the main entrance.
I can make it that far . . . I think.
Slowly, I begin to navigate the twisting cavern corridors. I have to pause to catch my breath a few times, and each time I have to choke back a little blood. I glance over my shoulder and notice that I’m leaving a blood trail of my own. Looking back makes me feel a little woozy, my eyes getting hooded.
Keep going. Straight ahead now. Almost there.
“Six!”
I stumble into the main entrance at the same time that Marina emerges from the narrow passageway that leads deeper into the complex. Nine is flung over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Never knew Marina to be the bodybuilding type—Nine must have transferred his Legacies before he went down. I cringe when I see Nine’s condition—unconscious, face ashen, missing an arm. Marina makes as if to reach out to me with her free arm, but the shoulder is dislocated, so she ends up awkwardly jerking her shoulder in my direction.
“Where’s John and Five?” I ask her.
“Five . . . no one deserved to die like that, Six, not even him.” Marina shakes her head disgustedly as she delivers this news, avoiding my eyes. “John is still down there, holding Setrákus Ra until we can drop this place on top of him.”
As if to punctuate Marina’s words, another tremor passes through the mountain base. That would be Sam, very slowly demolishing the Mogadorian lair.
Marina takes a look at the hole in my chest, and her mouth opens like she’s surprised I’m still standing. “Can you make it a little farther? I’ll heal you once we’re clear.”
“No,” I tell her. “Heal me now.”
She glances up at the ceiling. “But . . .”
“Ella, if you’re listening, you tell Sam to cut that shit out!”
“You didn’t see Setrákus Ra, what he’s become,” Marina says, her eyes wide. “Six, this might be the only way to stop him.”
When Adam told me about collapsing this mountain, I supported it. But that was when it was a last resort, when none of us were left standing to fight against Setrákus Ra.
Well, I’m still standing.
“Fuck that,” I respond to Marina. “I’m not letting John martyr himself. I’m going down there. When I’ve got him, you can go right ahead and drop this mountain on whatever’s left of Setrákus Ra.”
I add that last part more for Ella, who I’m sure is listening in telepathically, than for Marina. I want Ella to relay that to Sam.
Keep this place standing. Let me have a chance.
Marina looks in my eyes, and I can tell she’s trying to decide whether I’ve lost it or not. Then she carefully sets Nine down, the big guy groaning deliriously, and presses her good hand against my chest. As her cool healing energy flows into me, I greedily suck in the first deep breath I’ve been able to take since my fight with Phiri Dun-Ra.
“I should go with you . . . ,” Marina says. Her gaze drifts towards Nine.
