Fear: A Gone Novel

butt, don’t they, Healer.” Penny spit that last word. She made her hands into claws and pawed at the air. Her lips were drawn back in a teeth-baring animal snarl.
    “If I shoot you, I won’t heal you,” Lana said calmly.
    That caught Penny off guard. But she recovered quickly. She put her head down and started to laugh. It began low and rose a few decibels at a time.
    Lana’s arm burst into flame.
    A noose was flung from the ruined church wall. The rope dropped over her head, landed on her shoulders, and tightened around her throat.
    The limestone beneath her feet was suddenly a forest of knives all stabbing up at her.
    “Yeah,” Lana said. “That won’t work on me. I’ve gone one-on-one with the gaiaphage. He could teach you a few things. Stop it. Now. Or bang.”
    Penny’s laugh choked off. She looked hurt. As if someone had said something cruel to her. The visions ceased as suddenly as if someone had switched off a TV.
    “I’m kind of opposed to murder,” Lana said. “But if you don’t turn and walk away, I’ll blow a hole right where your heart is supposed to be.”
    “You can’t…” Penny said. “You… No.”
    “I missed killing a monster once. I’ve always regretted it,” Lana said. “But you’re a human. Sort of. So you get this chance: walk. Keep walking.”
    For what felt like a very long time Penny stood staring at Lana. Not with hatred, but with disbelief. Lana saw her very, very clearly: a head resting atop the sights of her pistol.
    Penny took a step back. Then another. There was a wild look of defiance, but then it died.
    Penny spun on her heel and walked quickly away.
    Quinn quietly motioned three of his people to follow her.
    A dozen or more kids were screaming now for her blood, demanding she be killed.
    Lana stuck her gun back in her waistband.
    “I don’t think Caine is in any condition,” Lana said. Then she raised her voice to be heard. As usual she sounded irritated and impatient. “So here’s the way it is: Quinn is boss. For now. Mess with him, and you mess with me. And I will cut you off from healing. You lose a leg, I will stand by and watch you bleed out. Clear?”
    It was apparently clear.
    “Good. Now I have work to do. Get out of my way.” She descended into the gore left in Penny’s wake. Quinn came to her side.
    “Me?” he said.
    “For now. Make sure Penny leaves town. Kill her if you want to, because she’ll be trouble if she lives.”
    Quinn made a face. “I don’t think I’m a guy who kills people.”
    Lana smiled her exceedingly rare smile. “Yeah, I think I figured that out about you, Quinn. Send one of your people to bring Sanjit down here. He has to reach Sam. So find him a gun. Taylor is done for, and we need to be working with Sam, so it’s communication the old-fashioned way. Being divided will get us all killed.”
    “You’ve got it.”
    Lana’s smile died. “The Darkness is going after Diana. She has to be warned.”
    “Diana? Why?”
    “Because she has a baby in her belly. And the Darkness needs to be born.”

TWENTY-THREE
14 H OURS , 39 M INUTES
    DRAKE EMERGED .
    He had no idea where he was. It was a cramped, damp place that smelled of oil. He moved his head slightly and felt an impact that would have been pain back in the old days. He had bumped against something steel.
    He blinked. The light was very dim. It came from a square in the low ceiling. He realized it was the edge of some kind of hatch. Just inches above him.
    With his hand and his tentacle he felt around this tiny space. It took some time to make sense of things. The complex metal object. The square of light. The way the floor seemed to move slightly beneath him. The smell of oil.
    He was on a boat.
    In the engine room.
    Barely room to move.
    He grinned. Well, well: clever Brittney. Good job. Somehow she had found a way to sneak aboard one of the boats. Probably not the boat where he’d seen Diana. Could she have pulled that off? Simple metal-mouthed Brittney?
    No. But a boat. Definitely a boat.
    Nice.
    Now what? He still had to get to Diana.
    Easier said than done. First, he had to know where he was. He spent a good twenty minutes trying to squirm his body in such a way as to bring his head up against the hatch. He couldn’t hold the position for long.
    He held himself in place by wedging his hand against the engine block, then used the tip of his tentacle to push gently, gently upward on the hatch.
    It moved up easily enough. A quarter of an inch. A