Fear: A Gone Novel

he’s tried to lure her back. And all the while, too, he tried to entice Pete. Now that Pete has lost most of his power, he can interfere with what he sees as data patterns—people and animals—but he can’t just perform miracles like he could. Somehow Pete’s power was a function of his body. Like Lana’s power is part of her body.”
    “The baby,” Sam said. “The gaiaphage wants the baby. We guessed that much, but didn’t really know why.”
    “Diana can read power levels,” Astrid said. “Did she ever…”
    Sam nodded. “She said the baby is a three bar. As a fetus. Who knows what it will be when it’s born. Or as it grows. Diana’s only, like, four or five months along. I should know exactly, but I forget. When she would talk about it I would kind of, you know.” He made a shivering move, like it all gave him the creeps.
    Astrid shook her head in disbelief. “Really. That’s the part of all this that makes you squirm: pregnancy.”
    “She made me touch her, you know, stomach. And she talked about her, um, her things.” He pointed at his chest and whispered, “Nipples.”
    “Yeah,” Astrid said dryly. “I could see where that would be devastating.”
    At that Sam had no choice but to go to her, put his arms around her, and kiss her. Because now she was one hundred percent Astrid again.
    “So now what?” Astrid asked a few minutes later.
    “Drake’s had plenty of time to get Diana to the mine shaft. Going in there after them is a job for an army, not just me alone,” Sam said, thinking out loud. “In any case, however bad it is for Diana, they won’t kill her until they have the baby, and that won’t happen for months.”
    “That must mean the gaiaphage has months before the barrier cracks. How do we survive that long?”
    Sam shrugged. “That, I don’t know. Yet. But if we’re going after that thing in the mine shaft, we’ll need help. Brianna, if she’s still alive. Dekka, Taylor, Orc. And Caine. Especially Caine. If he’ll help.”
    “So we go to Perdido Beach?”
    “Slowly. Carefully. Yeah. And we’ll leave a trail of lights for anyone else needing a safe path. I need to get my troops back together. Then we worry about going after the gaiaphage.”
    After a while Drake lifted the baby up with his whip hand. He was gentle. He knew what the baby was. Who it was.
    He laid it down just as gently on Diana’s belly.
    “Feed it,” he ordered.
    Diana shook her head.
    Yeah, Drake thought with a smirk, all the snark has been beaten right out of that girl. Still, he’d have loved to make her beg.... But no. The will of the gaiaphage was clear in his mind. The baby body must be nurtured, protected. That baby now was the gaiaphage. Drake’s god. And he would follow it. He would obey it.
    Even though the baby itself was a girl.
    That was a shame. It would have been cooler if it was a dude’s body. But okay, what was a body but a tool or a weapon?
    Drake gave Diana the baby. Diana closed her eyes, squeezing out a tear.
    The baby latched on and nursed.
    Now, at irresistible urging from the gaiaphage, Drake went to Penny. She was white as a ghost. She was shivering like she was cold, although it was hot as always down here.
    She was lying in a pool of her own blood.
    Fine with Drake. She was too full of herself. Way too impressed by her own power. The gaiaphage didn’t need her.
    But a voice in his head made him turn around. The baby was sitting up on Diana’s belly. Sitting up. Looking at Drake.
    Drake knew nothing about babies, but that wasn’t right. He knew that much. This was definitely not right. Babies still covered with slime weren’t supposed to be sitting up and making eye contact.
    Then, to his even greater shock, the baby seemed to be trying to speak. No sounds came out, but he knew without question what the gaiaphage wanted.
    “Yeah,” Drake said, annoyed but submissive.
    He curled his tentacle arm around Penny. She was small, not hard to carry. So he brought her, shivering and muttering incoherently, to the baby gaiaphage.
    Drake set her down and the baby toppled over. It would have been comical in another time and place. The baby’s giant head was too big for the body to support it very well.
    So it toppled, but then, with surprising speed, it was on all fours. It crawled the few inches to Penny.
    It reached out a pudgy hand and touched the grisly wound.
    Penny gasped, a sound that might have been either pain or pleasure.
    Drake felt a stab of jealousy,