Gone

an ideal, a girl he could check out furtively, but without ever revealing his own interest. And now she was almost all he thought about as his own personal clock ticked down toward a sudden and possibly fatal disappearance.
    How would Caine play it, that’s what the rest of his mindturned over and over. Would Caine walk into town like a gunslinger in some ancient cowboy movie?
    Would they stand at thirty paces and draw?
    Which would be more powerful? The twin with the power of light, or the twin with the power to move matter?
    It was dark.
    Sam hated the dark. He had always known that when the end came for him it would be in the dark.
    Dark and alone.
    Where was Caine?
    Was Bug watching him even now?
    Would Edilio do what Quinn could not?
    What surprise would Caine have up his sleeve?
    Taylor appeared standing a few feet away. She looked like she’d just come from an interview with a demon. Her face was white, her eyes wide, glittering in the light of streetlamps. “They’re coming,” she said.
    Sam nodded, braced his shoulders, consciously slowed the sudden sprint of his heart. “Good,” he said.
    “No, not him,” Taylor said. “The coyotes.”
    “What? Where?”
    Taylor pointed over his shoulder.
    Sam spun. They came at a run, full out from two directions, racing straight for the unprotected crowd of children.
    It was like some classroom nature film. Like watching as a lion pride attacked a herd of antelope. Only this herd was human. This herd had no reservoir of lightning speed.
    Helpless.
    Panic swept them. They surged toward the middle, kids at the edges seeing their doom approach on swift paws.
    Sam broke into a run, raised his one good hand, looked for a target, yelled. But then, the loud roar of a car engine.
    He skidded to a halt, spun again. Headlights raced down the street past the church. A dusty SUV. It slammed into the curb surrounding the plaza, jumped the sidewalk, and came to a shuddering stop that sent up clods of damp dirt.
    Behind it other cars, racing.
    Screams as the coyotes neared the human herd.
    Sam stretched out his hand and green fire lanced toward the left-side swarm of coyotes.
    He couldn’t fire at the other column, they were blocked by panicky, running children, all now racing toward Sam for protection and so making it impossible for him to beam.
    “Get down, get down, get down,” he yelled. “On the ground!” But it was useless.
    “Save me!” said Computer Jack, falling from the SUV.
    An Audi skidded to a stop in front of the church. Someone was standing up in the sunroof.
    A scream of sheer terror and pain. Someone was down, struggling against a coyote twice his size.
    “Edilio! Now!” Sam roared.
    “Having a bad night, brother?” Caine shouted, exultant. “It’s going to get worse.”
    Caine raised his hands, aimed not at Sam, not at Sam at all. Instead, he directed the impossible energy of his telekinesis at the church. It was as if an invisible giant, a creature the size ofa dinosaur, had leaned against the ancient limestone. The stone cracked. The stained-glass window shattered. The door of the church, the weak point, blew inward, knocked clear off its hinges.
    “Astrid!” Sam cried.
    Screams, panicked screams from the plaza, mixed with snarls and wild yelps as the coyotes fell on the children.
    Suddenly the impossibly loud clatter of a machine gun. Fire blasted from the roof of the day care.
    Edilio running from the burned building, three others behind him, charging the coyotes.
    Caine blasted again and this time the invisible monster, the beast of energy, pushed hard, hard against the front of the church.
    The side windows, all the ancient stained glass and the new, exploded in a sparkling shower. The steeple swayed.
    “How you going to save them, Sam?” Caine exulted. “One more push and it collapses.”
    Jack at Sam’s feet, clutching him, tripping him, strangely strong.
    Sam fired blindly at Caine as he fell.
    “I can save you! Save me!” Jack pleaded. “The poof, I can save you.”
    Sam fell hard, kicked at Jack’s grasping hands, wiggled free, and stood up in time to see the front wall of the church sag and collapse slowly, slowly inward.
    The roof shuddered and slumped. The steeple teetered but did not fall. But tons of limestone and plaster and massivewooden beams fell in with a crash like the end of the world.
    “Astrid!” Sam cried again, helpless.
    He ran straight at Caine, ignoring the massacre behind him, blocking the screams and