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her blue ones. “You are going to start that machine, and we are going to go down to the testing room.”
She tried to free her arm, and his fingers tightened cruelly around her flesh. She cried out in pain, and Connor said his twin’s name in a voice that held a trace of fear. Blake’s wings sprouted and he gritted his teeth, forcing them back into his shoulders. The tendons in his neck stood out, and a large vein pulsed along his forehead as he battled his own body until his wings vanished once more.
Krista knew that he could do that, she had seen it before, but she had never known until then how painful it was. No wonder he preferred to find something to cover them instead.
“I don’t know how to start it.”
“Yes, you do.” Tawny said, “and you have to start it, otherwise we might all end up trapped here for the rest of our lives.”
“Whoa, wait a minute,” she flipped her hands up. “I did not sign on for all this, okay? I never agreed to be the last great hope or whatever it is you think I am. I sure as hell never agreed to get us out of here. You guys got us in here, you know.”
“Stop being a whiner.” Blake turned her toward the machine. “Start the damned thing.”
Anger exploded inside of her. She was mad at Blake for hurting her, mad at all of them for making her come here, mad at the crazy dream she had had that had made her feel sick. She was pissed off because her whole life was turned upside down and broken, and all she wanted to do was go back to Luke and sit in her classes and do her work and have some pizza with her best friend.
There was an awful screeching and groaning. It tore at her ears, and she screamed, clapping her hands to the sides of her head, but there was no protection to be had from that noise. Her eardrums swelled painfully, and she sank to her knees. More of that anger rose up, and the machine began to hum, lights flickered and died, reminding her of her dream. There was a ripping sound, and long tubes began to protrude from the concrete floor. They looked like the canisters she saw in the bank’s drive-through lines, only these were tall and wide enough for a human to fit into them, and she laughed hysterically. “Press the call button, please,” she muttered, and more of the tubes burst through the floor, sending concrete tumbling and causing the floor to vibrate like a large bell below her knees.
The ceiling began to lower, and more lights blinked and went out. An old and destroyed computer monitor blinked and faded, blinked and faded, then fell into the rubble, strewing the floor with a dull crash.
“Hurry up!” Tawny shouted. “The Remnants are waking up!”
What the heck was a Remnant? The answer teased at her brain; she knew, she just could not remember. They hauled her to her feet, dragged her across the floor, and tossed her into a tube. It spun madly, and she screamed, grabbing at the slick sides of it as it whirled her down and below the floor.
She shot through a tunnel at ultra- fast speeds. Her eyes squeezed shut as her stomach lurched and protested. The sharp turns slammed her into the sides of the tube, and once, her chin connected so hard her teeth clicked together on her tongue, bringing the tang of blood to her mouth.
“Let me out!” she howled, clawing at the sides, and the tube stopped so abruptly she was hurled back toward the ceiling of the thing, and then she fell in a crumpled heap at the bottom.
Everything hurt. She thought maybe her leg was broken, and her right hip ached like someone had kicked her in it, hard. She knew she should get up, but she could not. All she could do was lie there staring at the tube’s patterned ceiling and trying to breathe.
The door of the thing slid open with a wheeze that she did not like at all. Desperate and afraid she would get trapped in it forever if she did not move, she gathered her courage and strength and rolled out onto the tiles of the floor. The tube went dark and still, the door
She tried to free her arm, and his fingers tightened cruelly around her flesh. She cried out in pain, and Connor said his twin’s name in a voice that held a trace of fear. Blake’s wings sprouted and he gritted his teeth, forcing them back into his shoulders. The tendons in his neck stood out, and a large vein pulsed along his forehead as he battled his own body until his wings vanished once more.
Krista knew that he could do that, she had seen it before, but she had never known until then how painful it was. No wonder he preferred to find something to cover them instead.
“I don’t know how to start it.”
“Yes, you do.” Tawny said, “and you have to start it, otherwise we might all end up trapped here for the rest of our lives.”
“Whoa, wait a minute,” she flipped her hands up. “I did not sign on for all this, okay? I never agreed to be the last great hope or whatever it is you think I am. I sure as hell never agreed to get us out of here. You guys got us in here, you know.”
“Stop being a whiner.” Blake turned her toward the machine. “Start the damned thing.”
Anger exploded inside of her. She was mad at Blake for hurting her, mad at all of them for making her come here, mad at the crazy dream she had had that had made her feel sick. She was pissed off because her whole life was turned upside down and broken, and all she wanted to do was go back to Luke and sit in her classes and do her work and have some pizza with her best friend.
There was an awful screeching and groaning. It tore at her ears, and she screamed, clapping her hands to the sides of her head, but there was no protection to be had from that noise. Her eardrums swelled painfully, and she sank to her knees. More of that anger rose up, and the machine began to hum, lights flickered and died, reminding her of her dream. There was a ripping sound, and long tubes began to protrude from the concrete floor. They looked like the canisters she saw in the bank’s drive-through lines, only these were tall and wide enough for a human to fit into them, and she laughed hysterically. “Press the call button, please,” she muttered, and more of the tubes burst through the floor, sending concrete tumbling and causing the floor to vibrate like a large bell below her knees.
The ceiling began to lower, and more lights blinked and went out. An old and destroyed computer monitor blinked and faded, blinked and faded, then fell into the rubble, strewing the floor with a dull crash.
“Hurry up!” Tawny shouted. “The Remnants are waking up!”
What the heck was a Remnant? The answer teased at her brain; she knew, she just could not remember. They hauled her to her feet, dragged her across the floor, and tossed her into a tube. It spun madly, and she screamed, grabbing at the slick sides of it as it whirled her down and below the floor.
She shot through a tunnel at ultra- fast speeds. Her eyes squeezed shut as her stomach lurched and protested. The sharp turns slammed her into the sides of the tube, and once, her chin connected so hard her teeth clicked together on her tongue, bringing the tang of blood to her mouth.
“Let me out!” she howled, clawing at the sides, and the tube stopped so abruptly she was hurled back toward the ceiling of the thing, and then she fell in a crumpled heap at the bottom.
Everything hurt. She thought maybe her leg was broken, and her right hip ached like someone had kicked her in it, hard. She knew she should get up, but she could not. All she could do was lie there staring at the tube’s patterned ceiling and trying to breathe.
The door of the thing slid open with a wheeze that she did not like at all. Desperate and afraid she would get trapped in it forever if she did not move, she gathered her courage and strength and rolled out onto the tiles of the floor. The tube went dark and still, the door
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