Reaper's Legacy: Book Two (Toxic City) by Tim Lebbon Read Free Book Online Page B

pointed at the wall behind him. “So we go that way.”
    “Huh?” Sparky asked.
    Jack pulled the folding knife from his pocket and flipped open the blade. He scored a long, deep line down the wall from face to waist height, and a drift of fine plaster fell out onto the bare concrete floor. He glanced back at Sparky and Jenna, grinning.
    “Won't take long.”
    Jenna pulled her own knife and started two feet along the wall from Jack. They worked gently and deliberately, until Jack held up a hand and bent to look through the cut he'd formed. It was pitch back, but he realised it was a double-sided partition.
    With a soft shove, Sparky pushed out and pulled away the section they'd outlined and set it aside, exposing metal studding and the back side of the opposite wall surface.
    Twenty minutes later he pulled out a second square of plasterboard. Let this be easy , Jack thought, and they all held their breath.
    The room beyond was much like the sparse office they had been locked into, except that the door stood ajar. Beyond, the sunlit corridor.
    “Quietly,” Jack said.
    “Slowly, slowly, catchee monkey,” Sparky whispered, lifting himself up through the hole.
    Moments later they were in the second office. Jack felt time ticking by. Breezer will be waiting to talk to us, persuade us to his way of thinking. He'll be keen to see me again, because it's me he's interested in . He felt a flush of pity for Breezer, but he was more and more determined—his mother and Emily came first, and Reaper was the only sure way to rescue them alive.
    London, the survivors, the Choppers, the lies being fed to the public, even his own strange, growing powers…they all came second.
    Jack peeked into the corridor. A man sat on the floor outside the door to the room they had just left. He had no weapon, and looked harmless. But the longer they avoided detection, the better their chances at escape. So far Breezer had only locked a door; there was no saying how much farther he would go to keep Jack from fleeing.
    Jack moved back from the door and pressed his fingers to his lips. Jenna and Sparky nodded, eyes wide as they watched their friend. Jack knew they would always be a little afraid of him now, and he could hardly blame them. He was a little afraid of himself.
    He delved inside, sensing for the star-scape of his burgeoning powers. They were chaotic and uneven, a miasma of possibilities, and suddenly he was confused. If he touched this star, what would happen? Who would he hurt, who would he kill? If I make the wrong choice, might I become like my father? He reached out but withdrew again, trying to sense his way through this troubling constellation.
    This one . He grasped a spark and pulled back, and as Jenna took his arm and he slumped, he could sense the strong pulsing of her heart and the flow and ebb of her life force.
    “Wrong one,” Jack said. “It's…no…wrong one. Hang on, I…”
    “We've all got special powers,” Sparky said. He pulled something from his pocket, glanced outside, then flicked it along the corridor.
    Jack heard a small metal clang , then Sparky turned to the two of them. “Got maybe ten seconds,” he whispered, and he pulled the door open.
    Jenna hauled Jack upright as Sparky slipped through the door and across the corridor. By the time Jack and Jenna stood by the open doorway, Sparky was holding open the door to the staircase, beckoning them over.
    Jenna pulled Jack out and he had to follow, treading lightly, clasping her hand, only glancing to his right as he felt the coolness of the stairwell embracing him.
    The man was fifteen feet along the corridor, his back to them and head tilted. He had yet to find the coin, take a while to think about that, unlock the door, check inside the office, find them gone—
    “Now maybe we've got half a minute,” Sparky whispered as he eased the door closed. “Come on!”
    They started down the staircase, and it reminded Jack of fleeing that terrible hotel only days