laughed, but it was a hollow laugh.
“Looks like we both are.” He sighed. “And why do people keep knocking me on the head. I’ll never remember who I am at this rate.”
“I got my memories back.” She told him.
“When you were scared? Fear can sometimes shock them back.” He nodded.
She frowned. “No, when I was waiting here with you after it all happened.”
“After you turned?”
She nodded, frowning. “It was as if they were released when I changed. They came back slowly at first, but then just flooded in. You know what doesn’t make sense?”
He shrugged. “All of it?”
She smiled. “Well there is that, but what I mean is the killing. It makes no sense. I was one of these things, and I killed someone, but I didn’t go on a rampage after it. I stopped. How come these people didn’t stop?”
“Maybe we should read these and find out?” Ben held up the books.
“It’s not a bad idea.” She smiled at him.
Lucy’s lay on her stomach on the space in front of the stage, reading the book about Norse mythology. Ben sat beside her with his back against the front row of chairs, frowning over the leather-bound tome. She rolled over and sat up. “This bit is interesting. Check this out: ‘Odin’s warriors are often known for their rage in battle, and neither fire nor iron could affect them’.”
“Great, so we can’t kill them with fire or iron.” Ben shrugged.
“No but,
rage in battle.
We’re not in battle, or none of these people were. You only become one in battle. I turned when I was attacked. I think that’s the switch. As long as we’re not in battle, we don’t turn.” It made sense.
“So you think all these people went into battle-mode in a cinema? Jesus, what movie were they watching?”
She glanced around the cinema. Some of the corpses were slumped in seats with bloody popcorn still in their hands, others were frozen in defensive positions. “No, I think that some of them were still human, but a few went into rage and turned and killed them. They ignored us because we looked dead. There would have been many people running around screaming, which would make them chase them. These things are animalistic in every way, so I bet they chase on instinct when someone runs.”
“What’s to stop us doing the same?” He closed the book he was reading.
“I don’t know. That’s what I can’t find. Why did we both pass out from a scratch? Immunity? Why did we both lose our memories? Why don’t we turn into mindless animals when we change? I controlled my rage. It took a while, but it was possible.”
“We don’t know that I can,” he said. “And I don’t have my memories back.”
She thought about it for a moment. “We need to find out.”
“What the hell does that mean?” He stared at her with wide eyes.
“You need to change, and then change back.”
“Great idea, what if it doesn’t work? What if I eat your face instead?”
“You’re no good to me as a weak human. There are more of those things out there. If we want to survive, we need to kill them all.” She goaded him on purpose, trying to get him angry. They both needed to know if he could control it. She shivered at the idea of him ripping her face off, but what other option was there. She couldn’t let him get out of here if he couldn’t control himself.
Ben narrowed his eyes at her. “I’m not a weak human.”
“Prove it.”
“You’ll have to kill me if I can’t control it.”
She glanced down, unable to meet his eyes. “I know.”
A howl echoed outside the room. It was only a matter of time before the creatures got into the room. “We need to try it now,” she said. “I don’t know how much longer we have.”
He nodded and closed his eyes. “If this doesn’t work, it was nice knowing you, Lucy.”
B en’s words tugged at her heart.
Please let it work. He’s a good person.
In the short time she’d known him, he’d saved her on more than one occasion.
After a moment, he
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