Earthquake by Unknown Read Free Book Online

in as much oxygen as my lungs can hold and clench my eyes shut as I push the air out. When I open my eyes, the walls on three sides of me are gone.
    That’s Step One.
    I nearly faint with relief when I leap to my feet and see Logan sitting on the ground a mere ten feet away, staring at where the walls used to be. At a glance I see he’s in the same room we were both in an hour ago. Two? Yesterday? I have no freaking clue.
    I expect the sting of tranquilizer to hit me at any moment, but I still feel nothing as I scramble to Logan. I guess I’m just harder to hit when I’m moving.
    So I better keep doing that.
    “Come on!” I grab his arms and yank him to his feet. “Don’t you dare let go of my hand,” I say, ignoring the throbbing pain in my leg and shoulder. Without waiting for a response, I start to run.
    Get Logan: Step Two.
    “Tavia!”
    The voice startles me into absolute stillness. It almost sounded like—
    I can hear noise—shuffling, shouting, something that certainly could be a weapon—behind me, and I race forward, clenching my teeth as I drag Logan along. I create a dense cloud of smoke behind me, checking off Step Three in my head as I do so. My hands shake, but I’m already committed to Step Four as a fully loaded handgun fills my palm, making my injured wrist sear in pain. I grit my teeth against the agony and create more smoke behind me, trying not to cough as it tickles my throat.
    The smoke is for the people behind me; the gun is for the people in front of me.
    Time for Step Five. I pick a hallway and start running, replacing every obstruction in my path with harmless puffs of air.
    My plan works for twenty seconds.
    The hallway dead-ends.
    No problem.
    I replace the wall with air, and the innards of a large building are revealed. More replacing, more layers peel away. I can see light. One more layer vanishes and sun pierces through, and I have to throw my arm—still holding the gun—over my eyes to block the blinding rays.
    But I keep running.
    And hit a solid wall of cinderblock.
    My elbow burns, and I can feel blood trickling. I make the wall go away again, but it returns in an instant. I wonder if I should make more walls disappear, but I’m risking this unknown structure collapsing in on me as it is.
    I don’t have a Step Six.
    Whirling, I realize the Reduciates are so close even smoke isn’t going to work. Logan has staggered to his knees, but I clamp my arms around his chest to keep him with me.
    It’s going to have to be the gun.
    I hold it out in front of me and brace my shoulders against the wall, pointing it wildly at the shadowy figures surrounding us, my eyes darting too fast to make out any features in the smoky air.
    Can I do it? Can I pull the trigger? For myself?
    For Logan?
    For Logan
.
    I scrunch my eyes shut and start to flex my finger, but the wall behind my back suddenly disintegrates and something snakes around my neck, catching me before I can fall and cutting off half my air. The chilled edge of something metal touches my temple.
    So much for
my
gun.
    The circle around me stills, their eyes wide, and for a moment I remember the identical scene in my dream about Sonya.
    “Hold on to that boy,” the voice whispers to me, and though I certainly didn’t need anyone to tell me that, I do, gripping Logan so tightly I swear I can feel the bones in my wrist scraping against each other from the pressure.
    Then, to the others, in a loud, scratchy voice, “One move—a single Earthbound trick—and her brains splatter the wall.”
    Oh. Good.
    He drags me backward, and I pull Logan, my wrist screaming in pain. A mere foot or two and the wall reappears—hiding the Reduciates from sight but not thick enough to completely muffle their cries of outrage.
    “Help!” the man calls as his arm falls from my neck and he reaches for Logan.
    “No!” I scream, not willing to let him go.
    “Hurry,” the man says to the black-clad masked figures that surround both Logan and me.