The Host (52 page)

“Why are you telling me this?” he finally gasped.

“Because I… I am going to give you the knowledge you need.” I held up my hand again. “But only if you will give me what I want in return. I'm warning you right now, it won't be any easier for you to give me what I want than it will be for me to give you what you want.” His face was fiercer than I'd ever seen it. “Name your terms.”

“You can't kill them–the souls you remove. You must give me your word–your promise, your oath, your vow–that you will give them safe conduct on to another life. This means some danger; you will have to have cryotanks, and you will have to get those souls onto shuttles off-planet. You have to send them to another world to live. But they won't be able to hurt you.

By the time they reach their next planet, your grandchildren will be dead.” Would my conditions mitigate my guilt in this? Only if Doc could be trusted.

He was thinking very hard as I explained. I watched his face to see what he would make of my demand. He didn't look angry, but his eyes were still wild.

“You don't want us to kill the Seeker?” he guessed.

I didn't answer his question because he wouldn't understand the answer; I did want them to kill her. That was the whole problem. Instead, I explained further.

“She'll be the first, the test. I want to make sure, while I'm still here, that you're going to follow through. I will do the separation myself. When she is safe, I'll teach you how it's done.”

“On who?”

“Kidnapped souls. The same as before. I can't guarantee you that the human minds will come back. I don't know if the erased can return. We'll see with the Seeker.” Doc blinked, processing something. “What do you mean, while you are still here? Are you leaving?”

I stared at him, waiting for the realization to hit. He stared back, uncomprehending.

“Don't you realize what I'm giving you?” I whispered.

Finally, comprehension slammed home in his expression.

I spoke quickly, before he could. “There's something else I'm going to ask you for, Doc. I don't want to… I
won't
be shipped off to another planet. This is my planet, it truly is. And yet, there's really no place for me here. So… I know it might… offend some of the others. Don't tell them if you think they won't allow it. Lie if you have to. But I'd like to be buried by Walt and Wes. Can you do that for me? I won't take up much space.” I smiled weakly again.

No!
Melanie was howling.
No, no, no, no…

“No, Wanda,” Doc objected, too, with a shocked expression.

“Please, Doc,” I whispered, wincing against the protest in my head, which was getting louder.

“I don't think Wes or Walt will mind.”

“That's not what I meant! I can't kill you, Wanda. Ugh! I'm so sick of death, so sick of killing my friends.” Doc's voice caught in a sob.

I put my hand on his thin arm, rubbed it. “People die here. It happens.” Kyle had said something to that effect. Funny that I should quote Kyle of all people twice in one night.

“What about Jared and Jamie?” Doc asked in a choked voice.

“They'll have Melanie. They'll be fine.”

“Ian?”

Through my teeth. “Better off without me.”

Doc shook his head, wiping at his eyes. “I need to think about this, Wanda.”

“We don't have long. They won't wait forever before they kill the Seeker.”

“I don't mean about that part. I agree to those terms. But I don't think I can kill you.”

“It's all or none, Doc. You have to decide right now. And…” I realized I had one more demand.

“And you can't tell anyone else about the last part of our agreement. No one. Those are my terms, take them or leave them. Do you want to know how to remove a soul from a human body?”

Doc shook his head again. “Let me think.”

“You already know the answer, Doc. This is what you've been searching for.” He just kept shaking his head slowly back and forth.

I ignored that symbol of denial because we both knew his choice was made.

“I'll get Jared,” I said. “We'll make a quick raid for cryotanks. Hold off the others. Tell them…

tell them the truth. Tell them I'm going to help you get the Seeker out of that body.” CHAPTER 51

Prepared

Ifound Jared and Jamie in our room, waiting for me, worry on both their faces. Jared must have talked to Jeb.

“Are you all right?” Jared asked me, while Jamie jumped up and threw his arms around my waist.

I wasn't sure how to answer his question. I didn't know the answer. “Jared, I need your help.” Jared was on his feet as soon as I was done speaking. Jamie leaned back to look at my face. I didn't meet Jamie's gaze. I wasn't sure how much I could bear right now.

“What do you need me to do?” Jared asked.

“I'm making a raid. I could use some… extra muscle.”

“What are we after?” He was intense, already shifting into his mission mode.

“I'll explain on the way. We don't have a lot of time.”

“Can I come?” Jamie said.

“No!” Jared and I said together.

Jamie frowned and let me go, sinking down onto the mattress and crossing his legs. He put his face in his hands and sulked. I couldn't look directly at him before I ducked out of the room. I was already yearning to sit beside him, to hold him tight and forget this whole mess.

Jared followed as I retraced my path through the south tunnel.

“Why this way?” he asked.

“I…” He would know if I tried to lie or evade. “I don't want to run into anyone. Jeb, Aaron, or Brandt, particularly.”

“Why?”

“I don't want to have to explain myself to them. Not yet.”

He was quiet, trying to make sense of my answer.

I changed the subject. “Do you know where Lily is? I don't think she should be alone. She seems…”

“Ian's with her.”

“That's good. He's the kindest.”

Ian would help Lily–he was exactly what she needed now. Who would help Ian when… ? I shook my head, shaking the thought away.

“What are we in such a hurry to get?” Jared asked me.

I took a deep breath before I answered him. “Cryotanks.”

The south tunnel was black. I could not see his face. His footsteps did not falter beside me, and he didn't say anything for several minutes. When he spoke again, I could hear that he was focusing on the raid–single-minded, setting aside whatever curiosity he felt until after the mission was planned to his satisfaction.

“Where do we get them?”

“Empty cryotanks are stored outside Healing facilities until they're needed. With more souls coming in than leaving, there will be a surplus. No one will guard them; no one will notice if some go missing.”

“Are you sure? Where did you get this information?”

“I saw them in Chicago, piles and piles of them. Even the little facility we went to in Tucson had a small store of them, crated outside the delivery bay.”

“If they were crated, then how can you be sure –”

“Haven't you noticed our fondness for labels?”

“I'm not doubting you,” he said. “I just want to make sure that you've thought this through.” I heard the double meaning in his words.

“I have.”

“Let's get it done, then.”

Doc was already gone–already with Jeb, as we hadn't passed him on the way. He must have left right behind me. I wondered how his news was being taken. I hoped they weren't stupid enough to discuss it in front of the Seeker. Would she shred her human host's brain if she guessed what I was doing? Would she assume I'd turned traitor entirely? That I would give the humans what they needed with no restrictions?

Wasn't that what I was about to do, though? When I was gone, would Doc bother to keep his word?

Yes, he
would
try. I believed that. I had to believe that. But he couldn't do it alone. And who would help him?

We scrambled up the tight black vent that opened onto the southern face of the rocky hill, about halfway up the low peak. The eastern edge of the horizon was turning gray, with just a hint of pink bleeding into the line between sky and rock.

My eyes were locked on my feet as I climbed down. It was necessary; there was no path, and the loose rocks made for treacherous footing. But even if the way had been paved and smooth, I doubted I would have been able to lift my eyes. My shoulders, too, seemed trapped in a slump.

Traitor. Not a misfit, not a wanderer. Just a traitor. I was putting my gentle brothers' and sisters'

lives into the angry and motivated hands of my adopted human family.

My humans had every right to hate the souls. This was a war, and I was giving them a weapon.

A way to kill with impunity.

I considered this as we ran through the desert in the growing light of dawn–ran because, with the Seekers looking, we shouldn't be out in the daylight.

Focusing on this angle–viewing my choice not as a sacrifice but rather as arming the humans in exchange for the Seeker's life–I knew that it was wrong. And if I was trying to save only the Seeker, this would be the moment when I would change my mind and turn around. She wasn't worth selling out the others. Even she would agree with that.

Or would she? I suddenly wondered. The Seeker didn't seem to be as… what was the word Jared had used?
Altruistic.
As altruistic as the rest of us. Maybe she would count her own life dearer than the lives of many.

But it was too late to change my mind. I'd already thought far beyond just saving the Seeker.

For one thing, this would happen again. The humans would kill any souls they came across unless I gave them another option. More than that, I was going to save Melanie, and that was worth the sacrifice. I was going to save Jared and Jamie, too. Might as well save the repugnant Seeker while I was at it.

The souls were wrong to be here. My humans deserved their world. I could not give it back to them, but I could give them this. If only I could be sure that they would not be cruel.

I would just have to trust Doc, and hope.

And maybe wring the promise from a few more of my friends, just in case.

I wondered how many human lives I would save. How many souls' lives I
might
save. The only one I couldn't save now was myself.

I sighed heavily. Even over the sound of our exerted breathing, Jared heard that. In my peripheral vision, I saw his face turn, felt his eyes boring into me, but I did not look over to meet his gaze. I stared at the ground.

We got to the jeep's hiding place before the sun had climbed over the eastern peaks, though the sky was already light blue. We ducked into the shallow cave just as the first rays painted the desert sand gold.

Jared grabbed two bottles of water out of the backseat, tossed one to me, and then lounged against the wall. He gulped down half a bottle and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before he spoke.

“I could tell you were in a hurry to get out of there, but we need to wait until dark if you're planning a smash and grab.”

I swallowed my mouthful of water. “That's fine. I'm sure they'll wait for us now.” His eyes searched my face.

“I saw your Seeker,” he told me, watching my reaction. “She's… energetic.” I nodded. “And vocal.”

He smiled and rolled his eyes. “She doesn't seem to enjoy the accommodations we provided.” My gaze dropped to the floor. “Could be worse,” I mumbled. The strangely jealous hurt I'd been feeling leaked, uninvited, into my voice.

“That's true,” he agreed, his voice subdued.

“Why are they so kind to her?” I whispered. “She killed Wes.”

“Well, that's your fault.”

I stared up at him, surprised to see the slight curve of his mouth; he was teasing me.

“Mine?”

His small smile wavered. “They didn't want to feel like monsters. Not again. They're trying to make up for before, only a little too late–and with the wrong soul. I didn't realize that would…

hurt your feelings. I would have thought you'd like it better that way.”

“I do.” I didn't want them to hurt anyone. “It's always better to be kind. I just…” I took a deep breath. “I'm glad I know why.”

Their kindess was for me, not for her. My shoulders felt lighter.

“It's not a good feeling–knowing that you profoundly deserve the title of
monster.
It's better to be kind than to feel guilty.” He smiled again and then yawned. That made me yawn.

“Long night,” he commented. “And we've got another one coming. We should sleep.” I was glad for his suggestion. I knew he had many questions about exactly what this raid meant.

I also knew he would have already put several things together. And I didn't want to discuss any of it.

I stretched out on the smooth patch of sand beside the jeep. To my shock, Jared came to lie beside me,
right
beside me. He curled around the curve of my back.

“Here,” he said, and he reached around to slide his fingers under my face. He pulled my head up from the ground and then moved his arm under it, making a pillow for me. He let his other arm drape over my waist.

It took a few seconds before I was able to respond. “Thanks.” He yawned. I felt his breath warm the back of my neck. “Get some rest, Wanda.” Holding me in what could only be considered an embrace, Jared fell asleep quickly, as he had always been able to do. I tried to relax with his arm warm around me, but it took a long time.

This embrace made me wonder how much he had already guessed.

My weary thoughts tangled and twisted. Jared was right–it had been a very long night. Though not half long enough. The rest of my days and nights were going to fly by as if they were only minutes.

The next thing I knew, Jared was shaking me awake. The light in the little cavern was dim and orangey. Sunset.

Jared pulled me to my feet and handed me a hiker's meal bar–this was the kind of rations they kept with the jeep. We ate, and drank the rest of our water, in silence. Jared's face was serious and focused.

“Still in a hurry?” he asked as we climbed into the jeep.

No. I wanted the time to stretch out forever.

“Yes.” What was the point in putting it off? The Seeker and her body would die if we waited too long, and I would still have to make the same choice.