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He heard her voice. He was surprised that she spoke in English. He’d always thought of God’s mother as speaking Spanish.
“Run, Edilio,” she said.
He started to repeat the prayer. Santa María, Madre de Dios . . .
But she grabbed him by his outstretched arm and said, “I know you’re sick but run. RUN! I can’t save you!”
For some reason the Virgin Mary had Brianna’s voice.
Edilio stood up. The sudden movement sent jagged bolts of pain into his head. For a moment he couldn’t even see, but he plowed ahead on leaden feet. Fell and rolled and got back up, blind, staggering. He ran and ran and coughed until he doubled up on the ground.
He sat there for a while. Waiting to find the strength to follow Brianna’s orders, to run.
He looked up and saw that he was across the plaza. He saw the desperate sick and the peaceful
dead on the steps.
And he saw demons, huge monsters, armored cockroaches with impossible red devil eyes.
They swarmed onto the steps.
• • •
Brianna saw Lana come charging out of the so-called hospital with Sanjit. The bugs were swarming.
Edilio had run, thankfully, now here was Lana. Brianna cursed and yelled, “Lana, run! Run. Out the back of the building!”
Lana drew her pistol. “No way,” she said. She took aim at the first bug she saw and fired three times. One of the ruby eyes drooled white and red pus, but the bug never stopped eating a girl who, Brianna could only pray, had already died.
“Don’t be an idiot. We need you alive. Get out! Get out! You”—she grabbed Sanjit by the neck—“get her out of here; we need her alive!”
Brianna had seen the most effective way to kill the bugs, but she wasn’t Caine. She didn’t have his powers.
But she had her own.
Brianna stuck out her chin. Caine had been crushed beneath the collapsing house. It was on her now.
The knife flashed in her hand. She was not going to win this fight, but she wasn’t going to run, either.
Dekka had seen the beasts within her.
Death, oh God, let me die.
Too much to bear. Death, she had to die, to end it, to kill them and herself and never see what they were doing to her.
The container had slipped from her. In blind panic, in sheer terror, she had lost control.
She tried to regain it now, but she was falling, wind-whipped, twirling like a top. She couldn’t even tell which way was up or down.
She spread her hands and focused but focus on what? Where was the ground? Stars and pale mountains and black sea all spun wildly. The container flashed by again and again, as if it was an hour marker on a fast-running clock. And two twisting shapes, arms windmilling.
She had to save Sam. That much, at least.
Her breathing came in gulps. Her eyes were streaming tears, blurred to uselessness. How could she stop the spinning?
Dekka pulled her arms in tight and entwined her legs. Less wind resistance. She made some sense of it now: she was falling headfirst. She was still spinning, but slower, and she was definitely falling headfirst like an arrow falling to earth. Suddenly, far too clear, she could see a line of surf directly below.
She had to get lower than Sam. Sam and Toto were below her, still spinning crazily. But Dekka, with less wind resistance, fell just a little faster.
