The Sowing

Cage springs forward, but Styles slams the butt of his gun into the back of Cage’s head and he falls to his knees.

Cassius’s green eyes target me. “What is it going to be, Lucian? As always, the choice is yours.”

It feels like I have that mask clamped over my head again—I can’t breathe, my stomach twists as it tries to repel an invisible invader.

“Let the boy go.” My voice is hoarse. “I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”

“I knew you would.” He pulls the gun from Corin’s mouth and pats his head. “Styles. Take this boy back to his cell… for now.”

“Yes, Sir. What about the other prisoners?”

Cassius casts a disinterested glance their way and stifles a yawn. “This lot is guilty of conspiracy and treason. Take them down to the furnace and execute them. It will save you the trouble of having to drag the bodies down and burn them.”

“Right away, Sir.”

Styles and the guards surround the others, dragging them away.

My chair nearly topples over and I buckle against it trying to break loose. The restraints dig into my skin, drawing blood. “Cassius! I said I would tell you whatever you wanted to know. We had an agreement!”

“I said I wouldn’t harm the boy. The others are expendable collateral. Really, Lucian. You always seem to hear what you want to.”

I slump against my chair. It’s hopeless. The plan we spent so much time putting together, invested so much of our sweat and hope into, has failed. No second chances. Boaz is dead. The others will follow in just a few minutes. And after I tell them what they want to know, Corin and I will be murdered too.

There’s no way out.

“Slade.” The Sergeant snaps to attention at the sound of Cassius’s address. “A team is on its way to your location to retrieve Spark for further debriefing.”

“As you wish, Prefect, Sir. I will make sure—”

But he’s already dismissed her with his eyes, focusing instead on Valerian.

“Valerian,” Cassius continues. “I need at least one person I can count on. See to it that the custody transfer goes smoothly and is not bungled.”

She salutes him. “Everything will be taken care of, Sir.”

The transmission ends. The images are snuffed out.

Slade and Valerian exchange glances.

I can tell Slade is bristling with anger at having her judgment questioned. She scowls at Valerian. “Unstrap him.”

Valerian hunches over me, using her key to unlock the manacles on my legs first. Then she reaches for the ones on my hands.

I blink as the light of her sidearm reflects in my eyes. No. It’s not over. Not until I’m dead.

Snap!

The last manacle clicks open.

In a flash, I’m ripping Valerian’s gun free. Before either she or Slade can react, I kick Valerian in the gut. She slams into Slade, throwing off the Sergeant’s shot.

BAM!

A burning hot bullet nicks my ear, and a smoking hole rips through the chair. I roll off it in a spinning arc.

BAM! BAM! BAM! The chair explodes into shrapnel. Then there’s a loud series of clicks.

Slade’s out of ammo.

Before she can reload, I’m letting loose a round of my own. The two officers dive behind an equipment cabinet, scrambling to escape the shower of sparks and chunks of plaster raining down all around them.

Click.

Damn it. The chamber’s empty. I hurl the now-useless weapon across the room, where it clatters against the wall.

I might have missed them, but at least I’ve taken out the com unit.

“You’ll never get out of here alive, Spark,” Slade sneers.

Snap. The ominous sound of another ammo clip locking into place.

I dive for the door. My body slams into the floor and continues to slide on its own momentum—three feet away, two feet, one…

Slade’s body is a blur as she leaps from her cover, her weapon blazing.

I don’t give her a chance to come to a stop before I spring, head-butting her. Then we’re rolling, grappling for the gun clutched in her hand.

Instinctively, my free hand shoots up and grips her fingers, tearing them free of my face, bending them backwards… and backwards… away from the palm…

Her face contorts in pain and rage. “Argh!”

SNAP!

The bones in her fingers give way with a piercing crunch.

A shadow eclipses the light above us. We both twist our necks to look. Valerian’s standing over us, weapon held at the ready.

Somewhere beyond the doorway and out into the hall, alarms are blaring and the clatter of boots are approaching. The rush of energy I had evaporates, replaced by a tightness all over my body.

Slade leers down at me. “Game over, Spark. I don’t care what Thorn says. You’re too much of a liability to keep alive.” She turns to Valerian. “What are you waiting for? Shoot!”

Valerian’s eyes narrow at me. “As you wish.”

I close my eyes and tense for the impact as she pulls the trigger—

BANG!

TWENTY-FIVE

I look up to see Slade’s face, a look of surprised confusion carved into it. And a smoking hole in her forehead. She releases her grip and slumps over, her body collapsing on top of me.