With so many thoughts going around my head, it took me a while to fall to sleep but when I did, I said…
Chapter Twenty-Eight
“Sloat,” and pointed a finger at the floor. The assistant helped me to dress and when he was done, he scampered to the other side of the mortuary. I looked over at the police officer and could see he had worked his radio free.
“SNOW!” I yelled through the hole in my cheek, which flexed in and out like a valve.
“Snow?” the officer asked confused.
“She’s saying no!” the pathologist said. “She doesn’t want you to use your radio.”
“Too bad!” the officer said, raising the radio to his mouth. “I’m calling in!”
Something told me that more cops would be a very bad idea, so I stumbled towards him, falling against the mortuary table. The officer pressed the transmit button with a fat thumb. Seeing this, I placed my two fingered hand against the table and shoved it towards the police officer. In a blink of an eye, the heavy metal table was spinning across the mortuary, its legs screaming against the stone floor like fingernails being raked across glass. The table smashed into the officer’s legs and pinned him against the wall. It hit him with such force, that the sound of his thigh bones snapping would haunt anyone who heard it for years. The police officer screamed and dropped forward, his forehead smacking into the mortuary table with a dull thud. The radio shot from between his fingers and spun across the room.
Whirling round, I spotted it with my bloodshot eye. I staggered across the lab and buried the heel of my boot into the plastic panel across the front of it. The radio split open like an old wound, spilling its wires and microchips across the floor.
“Crwoss!” I said to the pathologist who cowered in the corner of the lab. “Crwoss” I said again, holding out my deformed-looking hand.
Knowing exactly what I wanted, the lab assistant grabbed the silver crucifix from an evidence bag and laid it on the mortuary slab. I picked Murphy’s crucifix up with my two fingers and tried to place it around my neck. Fumbling with only five fingers between two hands, I looked at the pathologist. Without saying anything, she came forward on her knees. She stood and fixed the necklace into place for me. The pathologist stared at my face. I could feel hair now sprouting from the bald patches that covered my head. It was black with threads of blue running through it. But it wasn’t just my hair that was growing back. Stumps were now appearing where I was missing fingers. I held my right hand up and watched as the skin on my hands almost seemed to split apart as my fingers grew back. My right cheek felt as it were being pinched and pulled to the right as my mouth began to take shape. I could feel my teeth pushing through my gums and blood washed into my mouth.
I looked at the pathologist with my bloodshot eye and she looked away in revulsion. The cop had been right – I was reforming – almost as if I were being reborn in some way.
The pathologist took one quick glance back at me, then turned and scurried back into the corner of the mortuary. I tightened my overalls about my waist, rummaging through its pockets. I found an iPod and a red bandana that was soaked with blood. Struggling, I placed the iPod back into my pocket.
The police officer was now lying on the floor, clutching his thighs and screaming in pain. His face was red and sweaty, and his eyes bulged in their sockets. The lab assistant still cowered in the corner of the room and couldn’t take his eyes off me. I turned to face the pathologist, who didn’t look scared anymore, but curious.
“Sank-you,” I said, and as my mouth started to reform, so my words sounded more like I intended.
“What are…who are you?” she asked.
I looked at her, my red eye now weeping blood onto my cheek, which I mopped away with the bandanna.
“What do you want?” she said.
Then, the mortuary door crashed open on its hinges and two figures came rushing in and…
Chapter Twenty-Nine
…shook me awake. I opened my eyes to see Luke staring down at me. His face glowed green from the light shed by the twisted roots that continued to make that drip-drip sound.
“It’s time we got moving,” he said, and any anger and resentment I’d heard earlier in his voice was now gone. “It’s dark out and Coanda doesn’t want to waste any more time. He’s eager to take out those Vampyrus that are guarding the Light House.”
“He’s crazy if he thinks the three of us can do it alone,” I groaned, pulling myself to my feet.
“Are you okay?” Luke asked me.
“No, not really,” I replied.
“I’m sorry about earlier, Kiera,” Luke started. “If it helps, I don’t really think you’re a killer. You’re the last person I would ever suspect of hurting Kayla or Isidor. I know how much they meant to you.”
“It didn’t sound like that earlier,” I said, brushing red rock dust from my overalls.
“Well maybe we both said stuff we didn’t really mean,” he said. “But whatever has happened between us lately, we’re going to have to put that to the side for the time being or we’ll never get through what’s coming next.”
Luke then turned and headed back towards the gap in the rock. Before he was out of my reach, I took his arm and said, “Do you really believe that Potter is Elias Munn?”
Then, looking at me he said, “Like I said last night, Kiera, where Potter is concerned, I don’t know what to believe anymore.” Then he was gone, slipping between the rocks.
I took one last look back at those roots that hung from the ceiling of the cave like some intricate plant, and throwing Isidor’s crossbow over my back, I slipped through the crack and back into the fracture beneath the ground.
Coanda was peering up into the sky which was now dark and shimmering with the glow from the stalagmites that hung down like ragged, prehistoric teeth. He heard me enter and looked in my direction.
“Ready?” he asked, and his voice was toneless.
“I guess,” I replied, and looked over at Luke. “Where did you bury Isidor?”
“Down there,” Luke said, pointing into the narrow passageway.
“I’d like to go and say goodbye,” I said to him.
But before Luke could say anything, Coanda cut in. “There’s no time. Anyway, all you can see is just a bunch of rocks. The ground was too hard for us to dig.”
“I’m not going anywhere until I’ve said goodbye to Isidor,” I said firmly.
“We don’t have time,” Coanda started.
Heading in the direction Luke had pointed, I looked back at Coanda and said, “No one’s stopping you from leaving, I’ll catch up.”
Coanda grumbled something under his breath, but he was too far away for me to hear, and to be honest, I didn’t really care what he had to say at this moment in time. I lowered my head and stepped into the passageway. Squinting, I peered into the darkness and just ahead, I could see a mound of rocks that had been piled on top of one another. The area in which they had buried him was cool, but all the while I could hear that drip-drip sound coming from the root in the adjacent chamber.
I knelt down beside the rocks which entombed Isidor. Words seemed inadequate, so I just sat in silence with my eyes closed. I didn’t pray, I didn’t know how to. Besides, what was left to pray for, when everyone I cared about was being snatched from me? But, one thing I did know was that death wasn’t going to pass me by, either. In my heart, I knew I wasn’t going to leave The Hollows alive. Perhaps somewhere inside of me, I had always known this was going to be a one-way trip. If I was going to die down here along with my friends, I wanted to die on my terms; I wasn’t going to be cut down like Kayla and Isidor had been.
I took Isidor’s crossbow from my back and laid it gently on top of the pile of rocks and whispered, “See you in a while crocodile.” Then, getting to my feet, I went back to where Coanda and Luke were waiting for me.
Chapter Thirty
“We’re up here!” someone called down to me, the voice echoed around the giant crack in the ground we had sheltered in. I looked up and could see Luke peering down at me from high above.
Without any further hesitation, I placed one hand in front of the other and began to climb up the rock face. As I climbed, there was a part of me that just wanted to climb back down again, crawl back into the narrow passageway, lie down next to where Isidor was buried, close my eyes, and never wake up. It wasn’t that I was scared of what was lying ahead for me; it was knowing that I had to make that decision. I’d already decided in my heart that I wasn’t going to choose between the human race and the Vampyrus. And where did that leave me? If I wasn’t going to choose between them, did that mean death? Well if it did, let me just die now then, and let the Vampyrus and humans fight it out amongst themselves. After all, I belonged to neither race – I was a half-breed just like Kayla and Isidor had been. I was the only one left. I didn’t owe either race any favours – let them both be damned to hell for eternity- what did I care?
But that was the problem. That’s why I kept putting one hand in front of the other so I could pull myself up that rock face. Deep down I did care what happened. I cared deeply about all those innocent people, just like the townsfolk from Wasp Water who would suffer because of Elias Munn. And that’s why I couldn’t really choose between the humans and Vampyrus, because I didn’t want to be the one who caused suffering and pain to either race. Why me? Why had I been damned like this? If there was a God, I wanted to renounce him, I wanted to turn my back on him. I didn’t want this. Why had He picked on me?
I reached the top of the fracture and holding out his hand, Luke pulled me up. Scrambling to my feet, I looked into the distance. The light from the Light House turned away from us and cast us into a shadow. The ash continued to float through the night and cover everything, including us, in its silver dust. A warm wind blew and my hair fanned out behind me. Covering my eyes with my hand, I peered up at the Light House and could see the same flock of Vampyrus circling like buzzards searching for food.
