Darkness Falls (10 page)

My eyelids are heavy and I’m lying in a puddle of my own drool. My hair is plastered to the side of my face, my skin damp with sweat. The thoughts that fill my head are disturbing. But I don’t know what they mean, yet at the same time, it feels like I could.

“Rise and shine, sleepy head,” Someone says, gently patting me on the head.

Honey colored eyes greet me as I lift my eyelids open. It’s Aiden, the guy from the desert. My heart flutters as he smiles down at me, his dark hair shadowing his eyes. He’s dressed in a grey jacket and dark blue pants, colors that are similar to the black uniforms The Colony members wear. Seeing someone, not dressed head-to-toe in black feels unnatural.

I start to stand, but realize I’m chained up. In the snap of a finger, I’m on my feet, tugging at the chains that bind my wrists. But they’re secured into the floor, forbidding me from going far.

The room is lit by a trail of lanterns. The dirt walls and lack of windows make me suspect that we’re inside a hill. And the rotting floorboards that creak beneath my feet sound like they’re going to give out at any moment.

“Easy,” Aiden says. “There’s no use trying to run. Those chains are secure. Even secure enough to restrain a Bellator.”

I move for him until the chains are tugged tight. “Who are you? And what is this place? Is it … your Colony?”

 “No.” He shakes his head and I detect a falter in his heart. “This is a place of freedom.”

His words feel forbidden, but I’m not in The Colony anymore. I wrinkle my forehead as I stare at the chains. “If it’s a place of freedom, then what are these?”

“Don’t worry. It’s temporary,” he says. “We just have to make sure you're not dangerous.”

“Dangerous?” I question. “I’m not the one who stabbed the other one with a needle.”

He blinks at me. “What? No one stabbed you with a … oh.” He runs his hands through his hair. “That wasn’t a needle.”

“Then what was it? A knife? A tranquilizer? What?”

He presses his lips together, holding back a secret. “Look, I can’t let you go until we know for sure you’re not going to hurt anyone.”

“You’re the ones hurting me.” I lift my wrists, jiggling the chains.  “I’m the one who’s being hurt here.”

He cocks an eyebrow. “So you didn’t try to hurt Ryder?”

 “She came after me first,” I protest. “I was trying to defend myself.”

“And you’ve never tried to hurt anyone before that?”

My mind flickers back to The Colony, the last thing I can remember.  My knife is out, ready to take the life of Gabrielle with my bare hands. “No. Never.” I bat my eyelashes innocently.

“You might want to try lying better than that, Kayla,” he says.

My head jerks back. No one’s ever called me out like that. “How do you know my name?”

“I know a lot about you.” He takes a strand of my hair and twirls it around his finger. “
Am fost dor de tine ienupr, mai mult decât veci _ti vreodat. V rugm s recineci.”

My lips part.
 “You speak the Highers language.”

“Everyone should understand the language of their enemy.” He releases my hair and backs toward the door with a vague smile.

“What does that mean? What you said?” I ask. “And when are you going to let me go?”

“Soon.” He slides his hands inside the pockets and turns his back on me.

“But what about the other question?” I yell, but he’s already gone. “What did you say to me!”

After its clear Aiden’s not coming back any time soon, I lie down on the floor, prop my feet up on the wall, and stare at the chains. I can’t help but think how similar this place is to The Colony. The chains are there only they’re clearly visible now. So what lies next for me? What happens after the chains are undone? Are these people going to just let me go?  Turn me loose when they obviously think they have a reason for chaining me up in the first place? The chances seem slim.

Lying on my back, I start raveling the chains around my wrist, moving them around and around, until they’re so tight, the metal clips my skin. Then, pushing my feet against the wall, I yank at the chains, hoping the clips will give out.

But after an eternity of trying, the door opens up and Aiden enters cautiously, as if he fears me.  But he doesn’t. He actually fears he’ll lose me, which makes no sense at all.

Keys dangle from his fingers and he’s holding an aluminum cup. As he takes in the sight of me, his eyebrow arcs. “Were you trying to escape?”

I frown at the upside him. “Would you blame me if I was?”

He laughs and sets the cup down. His boots scuff against the dirt as he stops just short of me, eyes searching mine.

“What are you looking for?” I ask, rolling onto my stomach.

“Nothing.” He sighs and then his hand is moving for me. Instinctively, I jump to my feet and fall back, ready to fight.  “Easy, Kayla,” he says. “I’m not going to hurt you. I promise.”

Either he’s the best liar in the world, or he’s telling the truth because everything about him is honest. This time when he moves for me, I hold as still as a statue, listening to his breath and the sound of his heart, the tune momentarily soothing me.

He clicks the key in the lock and turns it, releasing me from the cuffs. Then he steps back, brushing his hair out of his eyes. I shake my wrists and breathe in the taste of freedom.

“So you're Aiden,” I say and then absentmindedly add. “Little fire.”

“That’s one meaning for it.” He puts the key in his pocket. “But how did you know that?”

I rub my wrists, little red welts bumping my porcelain skin. “I don’t know.” I scratch at the welts, but Aiden pulls my hand away.

“Scratching at it is only going to make it worse.” He picks up the metal cup, liquid swishing around inside. “Come one. I’ll show you around.”

He walks out the door. But before I step out, I skeptically peer out, wanting to see what I’m getting into.

“No one’s going to hurt you here,” he says, waving for me to follow. “I promise.”

I step out, still cautious. “What is this place?” Lanterns track the ceiling, lighting up the darkness of the dirt tunnel. We start down it, passing door after door, and I keep my senses on high alert.

My throat feels dry and I realize how thirsty I am. “What’s in the cup?”

He covers the top with his hand. “Nothing important. And nothing you’d want to drink. I don’t think anyway.”

“So where’s Maci?” I ask, my eyes following the lanterns. 

“Maci’s with Ryder,” he answers, making me cringe. “And the other one’s being detained.”

I stop. “You found Bernard? And you locked up?”

“We had to lock him up,” he says. “He’s unstable right now.”

I think of the medicine Bernard injected, wondering what it was, but not saying anything about it. This place seems nervous and I don’t want to bring anymore suspicion toward us.

“And you left Maci with that horrible girl with the funny hair and weird markings on her arms?” I ask.

“Ryder’s not that bad.” He reaches for my hand, but I pull back. “Kayla, we had to lock him up,” he says. “He tried to kill you.”

I touch my neck, remembering the sharp stab. “How exactly did he try to kill me?”

He nods his head at the end of the tunnel. “Come with me and I’ll explain.”

I reluctantly follow, but my fingers itch for my knife. “Where’d you put all my stuff?”

He shoots me a perplexed look as he removes a lantern from the ceiling. “Your stuff?”

“You know, my jacket, my knife, and everything else.”

“Oh that.” He looks like he’s hiding something, but he’s heart suggest otherwise. “We put it away … you can have it back, though. When we’re done.”

“Done with what?”

He winks at me. “You’ll see.” The dim glow of the lantern lights up against his eyes as he leads me further down the tunnel. “So that Maci kid is a little weird,” he says.

 “She’s just young,” I lie because really I agree with him. Maci has been acting strange, with her sensing things and sporadic states of euphoria. It’s kind of creepy. And very similar to me.

 “And that boy named Bernard,” he pauses, deliberating. “Well, he’s kind of an ass.”

I don’t say anything, kicking at the dirt. This place is strangely silent. “Is anyone else around? You say this is your home, but does anyone else actually live here?”

The tunnel answers for me.  Down below, it opens up into a room, crammed with a group of people, at least fifteen or so. Crates are tipped over for chairs and the tables look like large wooden spools. There’s nothing sterile about this place and I like that it’s not.

“Don’t go anywhere for a minute,” Aiden instructs. “I’ll be right back.” Then he disappears down the tunnel.

I watch the people from over the railing, noticing how young most of them are. And they look so happy, smiles on their faces, bright eyes, and I don’t know what to do with it all. I’m so used to everyone being terrified, but these people, well at the moment no one seems afraid of anything. They just sit, eating their food, talking, laughing, and it seems so real.

I spot Ryder through the crowd, chatting to a group of guys with similar markings on their skin. She laughs, throwing her head back. Is it really that easy, to be that happy?

When Aiden returns, his dark hair is ruffled, there are red lines running up and down his arms and trails of blood.

“So you have two choices,” he says, putting his hands on the railing. “Either you can go down and meet everyone or clean up first and then go down.”

I glance down at my mud-caked clothes. “I’ll clean up first, I guess.”

“I thought you’d say that,” he says. Then he takes me to a small room with a metal bed pushed against the dirt wall and a few wooden trunks stacked in the corners. Clothes hang from hooks in the ceiling and there are some strange looking objects cluttering the floor.

“So this is my room.” He points to a curtain. “The shower is behind there.” He eyes my clothes. “And I’ll go see if anyone has anything you can borrow until we can get your clothes cleaned.”

I nod and he leaves, shutting the door behind him. I hear the click of a door locking.

I shake my head. “Unbelievable.” I start to remove my muddy clothes, making a lap around his room.  There are some clothes, a knife—not mine—and a pair of boots. There’s also a book. I’ve never seen a book before—heard of them, but never actually seen one. I pick it up, noticing how old the tattered cover looks. I flip through the pages, but it’s nothing more than ink to me.

I set the book back down and head for the shower, letting the water flow a little before I step in. I quickly scrub away the dirty water, ice-cold against my muscles. But then I realize I should have waited until Aiden brought clothes before I got in. I crack the curtain and am surprised to find a set of folded clothes on the bed, along with a towel. I shut off the water and get dressed. The blue shirt fits me perfectly, but the pants are a little too long, so I tuck them in my boots, before lacing them up. It’s strange wearing clothes that aren’t black and I feel a little out of place.

There’s a knock at the door and I quickly pull my hair back into a ponytail. “Yeah, you can come in.”

Aiden enters, the blood washed from his arms, but the lines still remain. “You look better.”