The Light, the Dark and the Ugly (7 page)

It wasn't until she held the fiery bottle in front of her that the raiders took notice. The entire dozen pointed their energy weapons in her direction. She gulped as the devices powered up.

Natalie ignored her fear and puffed out her chest. "Hey, guys. We knew that you liked fire, so we got you a present."

She tossed the glass a few feet in front of her. It slammed into the dirt, which the raiders may have just noticed was much wetter than normal. As the jar burst, the alcohol-soaked dirt caught fire as well, creating a circle of flames around the entire town square. The smell of the burning booze filled Natalie's nostrils as the heat from the fire added an extra element of heat to the dry desert air. She couldn't even see the raiders through the barricade of red and orange. They were trapped.

Natalie admired the fiery prison. "Ooh, pretty."

She stood in place a little too long, as the bandits started firing their weapons in every direction. She'd have been hit for sure, if Razellia hadn't yanked her back at the last second. They ducked into the alleyway beside the tavern as pulses of energy rocked the buildings they hit. They could no longer see the action, but they could hear plenty of wild shots around the town square.

Natalie tried to catch her breath. "You saved me."

Razellia breathed hard. "You needed saving. Are you okay?"

Natalie reached for Razellia's hand and squeezed it. "I am." She smiled. "After all, I have an invisible badge of protection." Natalie poked her head around the side of the building. "And Ted does, too."

Chapter 10

In the minutes before the second phase of the plan went into action, Ted looked out at the deserted village from the second story of a two-floor apartment. He was told someone used to live in the sparse room about 30 years ago. It didn't offer him much comfort to learn the occupant had been killed in a similar raid. Natalie, Razellia and the rest of the commanders had figured out how to position their troops to keep any dark souls from looking at him. They determined that this was the best vantage point, and it gave Ted a clear view of the approaching raiders in the distance.

Even with the growing sound of Lychos paws pushing off of the dusty rocks, Ted was deep in thought about his place in all of this. He wanted to believe that Erica would say his protection of a dark soul village was the right thing to do. He just wasn't sure that's how she'd see it.

"Does she even know about these people?" Ted pictured the courthouse and the lineup of emaciated farmer after emaciated farmer. "Is Vella the enemy?"

When he clutched at the imaginary badge of protection, Ted considered the peck Natalie had given him before he'd left. He'd always thought that the last kiss he'd get from her would be the one he'd received over a year ago.

"It didn't mean anything." He saw the raiders pass through the arch at the front of the village. "We're just scared."

It didn't take long for the gang to stop in the town square as the commanders had all anticipated.

Ted's pulse quickened as he shifted to get a better view of the raiders. "Besides, we're going to stop these guys." He stretched out his hands and cracked his neck. "Then we're going to get home to Erica and Travis. And everything'll be back to normal."

As Ted sent up a silent prayer that he was right, he saw and heard the flames engulf the town square. That was his cue.

From his bird's eye view, Ted focused on the energy blasters the men were shooting all over the place. Their wild discharges actually made tracking the locations of the guns quite easy for him. He felt himself lock on tight, and he yanked the weapons clean out of their hands and holsters. He could barely hear the screams of the raiders as the guns lifted over the fire and skidded onto the ground. They landed at the feet of Natalie's battalion.

Ted watched as one of the men emerged from the flames. His Lychos took most of the impact from the fire, and despite being badly burned, the creature looked ready as ever to take a bite out of anyone who stood in its way.

"As you wish." Ted put two fingers to his temple and used his powers to leap into the creature's brain.

While inside, he left one simple command and pulled himself out before any damage could be done. He didn't want to relive the Washington, D.C. bridge incident all over again. Ted watched as the Lychos shook off its rider. Before the bandit even reached the ground, the wolf-like creature clamped down its teeth on the man's body. The light soul's cries for help reached the windows above while his blood spilled out on the dirt below. Ted winced at the sight of it, but he knew his job wasn't done.

One by one, he turned the Lychos against their masters, and one by one he heard the screams of agony. He'd taken down at least eight men by his count when a shockwave of sound rattled his eardrums. When he covered his ears, he saw a blast of energy as wide as a tidal wave crash through the fire and tear into the dark soul guards below.

Half of the fire barrier had been extinguished by the blast, whatever it was. Several troops writhed in agony below him, their skin sizzling. That's when Ted saw it. A weapon the size of a rocket launcher sat atop one raider's shoulder, and when his Lychos trotted away from the formerly closed trap, the man pointed the weapon directly at Ted.

His eyes grew wide. "Uh oh."

The sound was twice as bone-chilling as the first had been, but Ted did his best to fly through the fear. As he zipped back through the room and onto the stairwell, a thick lightning bolt of energy slammed into the building. Ted braced himself, putting his arms in front of his eyes as he raced against the explosion. Wood shattered behind him as he flew downward in a diagonal direction. He slammed through one wall first, and then another. His arms stung from the impact as he crash-landed on the charred floor of the abandoned tavern. Ted skidded along the ground and heard the sound of weapons being drawn.

"Hold your fire!"

Ted pushed himself up with his battered arms and saw Commander Ferrick keeping his men at bay.

Ted felt his arm twitch with pain, though his legs seemed to be relatively unfazed. "Thanks."

He looked back through the hole he'd punched in the side of the tavern. Sure enough, the building he'd just left had completely collapsed behind him. He'd gotten out just in time. Another sound of a shockwave blasted through the air, followed by screams and moaning. Ted steeled himself against the pain and walked to the commander's side. He looked left and right. Ted's heart sunk.

"Where's Natalie?"

As Ferrick gestured outside, the front door to the tavern came ripping off. The Lychos had torn it right off its hinges and tossed it away. It slammed hard on the dirt outside. The leader of the bandits powered up his weapon once again.

Ted put all his strength into his voice. "Wait! I'm the living soul!"

The raider's laugh started with a chuckle and morphed into an all out guffaw. "You think we care about this war? About you?" The man stared right into Ted's eyes. "You must not be from around here."

With the dark souls surrounding him, there'd be no flying out of this one. Ted shut his eyes and thought of home. The sound of a small energy blast and the impact of animal flesh made Ted open his eyes. The Lychos in front of the door growled and turned away, running in a full on sprint in the direction of the town's exit. The raider nearly lost his balance in the shift, but he maintained his hold on the animal's fur.

Ferrick gave Ted a sideways glance. "What the heck was that?"

Ted shrugged and ran outside. That's when he saw her.

"Catch me if you can, sucker!"

Natalie sat atop one of the Lychos, which was hightailing it away from the town square. Ted realized that she'd distracted the assailant's steed with a shot in the posterior and she was drawing his fire. He had to admit that whether or not he still had feelings for Natalie, he kind of loved her right now. Ted heard the raider's heavy artillery power up again. He instinctively tried to throw him off the Lychos with his powers, but it was no use; there were too many dark souls looking in his direction.

Ted cupped his hands around his mouth. "Natalie! Watch out!"

The next few moments seemed to last a millennium. The raider screamed with his finger on the trigger. Natalie pulled a 180 and hopped up on the back of her full-speed Lychos. As the weapon discharged, she dove sideways, aiming her body for the space between two buildings. Her weapon took three expertly-aimed shots. As the massive wave of energy approached her body, each of her three blasts hit the raider's weapon. The device glowed red-hot after the second shot, and the third one caused it to explode in a raging, blue fireball. In the moment before Ted crouched down to avoid the blast, he saw Natalie safely avoid the explosion and disappear into the alley.

When the raider's weapon detonated, it pushed Ted and the guards to the ground. He landed with a thud on his now possibly-broken arm. The pain caused him to bite down so hard on his lip, he could taste blood. Tears came to his eyes, but when he opened them, he saw a blue light show where the leader of the bandits and his Lychos had been. Ted licked the crimson off his lips and rolled to his side to avoid using his gimpy arm while he got up. He turned back to the half-extinguished fire wall. The two raiders he had yet to deal with had been easy enough for the villagers to subdue; they were now face-down in the dirt beside their Lychos. As Ferrick hugged one of his subordinates, Ted ran for the alleyway where Natalie had landed.

As he got there, he heard laughter. In the dusty path between the two buildings, Natalie wore a pained smile. She'd propped herself up to a sitting position on one of the buildings. She was alive. He could barely believe it.

Ted grinned. "Nice shootin', Tex."

Natalie's laugh continued. "Ow. Ow. Ow. I think my shoulder's dislocated."

Ted gingerly crouched down by her side. "Then why are you laughing?"

Natalie's smile was positively devilish. "Because I whooped his butt." Her eyes showed a glimmer of concern. "Your arms look like crap."

Ted glanced down at them. He had to agree, though he supposed he was lucky they were still attached to his body.

"Hopefully my parents' health insurance works out here." He offered her a hand from his less-injured arm. "You were awesome."

She accepted his help with her less-injured arm. "You, too."

As she stood up, Ted could feel the heat emanating from her body. Their eyes met and Ted's heart did somersaults.

She shook her head and sighed. "Damn."

Natalie closed her eyes and moved her face toward his. He did the same. Their lips were about to meet when a blinding light shot out of the sky and rained down upon them.

They both turned toward the sun-like beam. Ted's mouth fell open. Silently and seemingly out of nowhere, a giant spaceship had appeared before them. Its exterior was shiny, black and impenetrable. It was much bigger than even the government planes Ted had flown upon. And it had all its attention focused in their direction.

"Mr. Finley." A voice bellowed from a speaker on the outside of the craft. "If you don't mind, the General would like to have a word with you."

PART TWO

Chapter 11

Erica LaPlante breathed in the stale air of the utility closet. Her eyes had adjusted to the dark in the last hour, and she could see a shelf sporting dozens of tools in front of her. The large wrench sticking out of an orange tool bag brought her back to the past school year at Treasure High. Things had been different then. Everything had been under control.

I knew where he was. I knew he was alive.

Erica pushed down her thoughts of Ted. After all, there was reason for optimism. At least her bullet wound had healed and she was off of that farm. She'd craved action, and if today's mission went well, she'd have it in droves.

Erica let out a whisper. "Redican? How we doin' out there?"

The several beats of silence made the sound of her quickening heartbeat echo against the closet's narrow walls. She took a deep breath to steady herself.

"Redican? You okay?"

More silence. She tapped her fingers against her hip. They were already trying to pull off a five-man job with two people. With Redican's abilities, it was doable, but there was a fat chance of her even making it out of the building if she was alone.

I've gotta try. Either way, I'll see him soon.

As Erica put her hand on the doorknob, a whisper buzzed through her earpiece.

"Don't worry, Ms. LaPlante." Erica could hear the smile in Redican's voice. "I just had to return the favor by messing with your head a bit. I'm perfectly fine and in position."

Erica wanted to wring his neck, but there'd be time for that after they escaped.

She scrunched up her nose. "I'm so very glad to hear you're okay."

Redican's quiet giggle made her blood boil. "I don't have to be a mind reader to know that's not true."

Erica could've easily killed Redican at the end of junior prom. Instead, she'd made him her lackey, and the decision had paid dividends. Thinking of prom brought back images of her final dance with Ted. She felt the caress of his hand against her back and tasted his lips on her mouth.

One step closer.

The sound of footsteps snapped Erica out of her memory. There were more people outside than she could count, and they all seemed to be jogging. Erica rubbed at the red mark where Agent Vott's bullet had pierced her leg. After a few more moments of activity, the silence returned.

Erica put her ear closer to the door. "Are we clear?"

"Just about. Everyone on the floor now smells gas. And… as of this second, they're all evacuated."

Erica opened the door. The presence of light caused her to squint several times until she could stand to keep her eyes open. When she did, Redican stood before her. His hair had grown even more silver since their time hiding away on the farm. He'd used his power too much since then, but it was the only option to keep them secure.