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The Forsaken

The Forsaken

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Autoren: Lisa M. Stasse
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bloodying my hands. I try to pull it around my arm, like a coil of rope, but it resists. It is a cold, dead thing. Designed to take lives and keep us from ever getting off the wheel. I hate it passionately. But I know it doesn’t hate me, even though it’s probably going to kill me. It feels nothing. I refuse to let it win.
    I glance around in a terrified haze. I can’t see the Monk or his drone anymore. But I see that all of us—even Rika and David—are hanging on to different tentacles, trying to pull the thing right out of the sky.
    At first I don’t think it’s ever going to work. We’re not heavy enough. I remember seeing feelers uproot entire trees. Even if our weight is enough to destabilize it, I’m guessing it has some means of disentangling itself from us.
    But maybe not, because I hear the rotors screaming as the tentacles try to pull us upward. We’re tenacious, and the feeler can’t get away.
    The noise becomes an intolerable high-pitched cry of mechanical agony. Suddenly the feeler’s spotlight turns on, and we’re blasted with white light. I shut my eyes, temporarily blinded.
    I lose my balance and feel myself getting pulled sideways across the ice. I realize that the feeler is trying to get away now, but it can’t lift off with our weight still on it. And so far, none of its companions have arrived.
    We actually have a chance!
    The thought gives me a burst of energy, and I try to get traction on the ice. But the tentacle is intertwined with my gloves and hands, and I’m flung down hard. The impact jars my jaw and knocks the breath from my lungs. I get dragged across the ice, still struggling and fighting.
    “We’re going to beat you!” I scream at the tentacle. “We’re going to win!”
    I get flipped over, so I’m staring up at the sky. The back of my head keeps slamming down on the ice as I get pulled along. I hear everyone screaming and shouting over the sounds of the engine.
    And then I see it.
    The thing above the clouds.
    I just catch a glimpse. It’s black and round, like a small helicopter. It’s got a spotlight and a hatch mounted to its undercarriage between the attached tentacles, like an octopus’s mouth. I don’t know if there’s a person inside or if it’s some sort of automated device like Gadya said. I just know that I want to destroy it. When the spotlight moves out of my eyes, I can see a red UNA logo painted on the hatch.
    Then I see Gadya slide past, fighting two tentacles, trying to wrap herself up in them. The bright spotlight cuts off completely, like the feeler is conserving its power.
    I see the underside of the helicopter again, and then the full shape emerges, its blades spinning wildly. Smoke is rising from it, like we’ve overloaded its capacity.
    The tip of my tentacle whips across my face, bloodying my lips, but I don’t let go. Nothing will make me let go. This is the thing that killed Liam, and so many others. For all I know, a feeler killed my own parents.
    Now I will get my revenge.
    The helicopter-thing finally loses control. It veers sideways, still pulling us along with it. My head cracks against the ice so hard that I almost pass out for a second. I smell burning oil and see clouds of smoke billowing from the helicopter’s rotor.
    The feeler begins emitting beeping sounds. I realize that the noise is the death throes of a machine. It makes me happy to hear that sound, almost like it can feel pain. The tentacles start to spasm as though they’re having a seizure. Everyone’s screaming.
    Then the tentacle whips sideways, right out of my hands, as the helicopter-thing starts falling from the sky. I slide for several yards on the ice until my momentum finally slows.
    I watch as the feeler and its dead tentacles plummet onto the ice about a hundred yards away. The helicopter blades hit the surface first and break off, spinning away past my head. The body of the helicopter crashes through the ice in an explosion of freezing water and tentacles. Bits of metal and wire shoot through the air like bullets, eventually skittering onto the ice and sliding away into oblivion.
    I stagger up, feeling tremors underneath my feet as the ice starts cracking all around us.
    “No!” Rika screams. I look over and see that she’s okay. But Sinxen is standing near her, swaying, as red liquid bubbles from his mouth. A shard of metal is sticking out of his chest.
    I realize that in the feeler’s death throes, a stray tentacle must have skewered him. He

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