Текст книги "The Underworld"

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Chapter 13

I stood there silent in the empty streets that had once been packed with buzzing cars and people. The air was as cold as death, my breath puffed out in a cloud. I was shivering and shaking, but I wasn’t sure if that was from the cold or from my nerves. My stomach felt like it had been punched; the wind knocked out of me. Shock was seeping in, and I’m pretty sure I would have stood there in silence forever if Nicholas hadn’t brought me back to reality.

“Gemma.” His voice was soft—cautious—as if he could sense something was up.

I glanced down at his hand still holding mine, and then I looked up at him. “What?”

“Are you okay?” he asked. “You’ve been standing there staring at whatever it is you’re seeing for over five minutes now.”

I swallowed hard. “I…um…” I didn’t know what to say to him.

“What is it?” Nicholas glanced around, even though he couldn’t see anything. It is a rule of seeing visions: only the seer can see the vision. To Nicholas everything looked blank and empty.

Lucky him.

I wanted to erase what I was looking at from my mind. Wipe it away forever.

Even though it was day, the sky was gray, and blanketed by a frosty sheet of ice. A gust of wind swept up, chilling the back of my legs. I turned around, staring at the frozen, vacant streets. There were no cars. No people. No nothing. It was as if everyone had known what was coming and had tried to take cover somewhere.

“Gemma?” Nicholas said. I’d almost forgotten he was there. “What’s going on?”

I shook my head, trying to pull myself together.

Nicholas could not know what I was seeing, that was for sure. “It’s nothing.”

He raised his eyebrows at me. “If it’s nothing, then why do you look like you just saw someone die?” I swallowed the lump in my throat, taking my hand out of his. “No. It’s nothing like that. It’s just that…,” Think, Gemma, think, “It’s just that there’s nothing here. We’re just in the middle of the desert, so I don’t get it.”

“Well, I told you to think of something simple, didn’t I? So I guess it worked”

I gave a shrug. “I guess, but I thought—” A loud shriek shattered the air and cut me off. The sound echoed through the empty streets, vibrating the ice like an earthquake. Every limb in my body seized up as I became aware of what that shriek belonged to. And as the fog crept out from a nearby building, swirling its way toward me, I started to panic, even though I knew I couldn’t be seen by them.

“I-I think we should go,” I stuttered.

Nicholas frowned at me. “Gemma, where did you take us?”

“I-I already told you,” I stammered, my eyes locked on the fog crawling toward my feet, “we’re in the middle of the desert.”

“No, we’re not,” he said, following my gaze. “What do you see?”

“Nothing.” I said as a cluster of Death Walkers emerged from the glass doors of a nearby building.

Stay calm. Stay calm. “Can we just go back to the house? Please.”

Nicholas watched me, the weight of his sandy eyes nearly burning into my skin. “You know whatever’s out there can’t harm you, right?”

I looked at the Death Walkers, the glow of their yellow eyes reflecting across the ice like fireflies, their black cloaks trailing along behind them with a swoosh. “Yeah…I know, but I…”

“You what?”

The Death Walkers were so close now that I could make out their faces—the rotting flesh, the bits of and pieces of bone showing through their skin like a corpse. The sight almost made me gag.

I blinked my eyes a few times, trying to blink us away, but it didn’t work. “Nicholas please,” I begged.

“Take us back.”

Nicholas tapped his finger on his lip, glancing in the direction of the Death Walkers. “I don’t think so.

Whatever’s scaring you, I think you should face it. It’ll be good practice for when we go to The Underworld.” I glared at him, my heart thumping in my chest, which seemed to match the thumping of the Death Walkers march. The closer they got, the more the fog twisted around us, spinning in circles, clouding my vision in a menacing way. Closer, closer, closer they marched. I held my breath as they went by me, one by one, glaciating the air with their chill. My breath rose out in a puff, as my teeth chattered. I held as still as a statue, my muscles tensing up when one of the Death Walker’s shoulders went through mine.

“Gemma,” Nicholas said, oblivious to what was going on. “What are you doing?”

“Be quiet.” I breathed through my teeth, and then tried not to freak out when one of the Death Walker’s glowing eyes landed right on me.

I held my breath until they all had passed and disappeared around the corner of the street. I didn’t relax, though. I wouldn’t relax until we got the heck out of here.

I let out my breath, about to ask if we could go, but I stopped when I caught sight of someone else emerging from the building. Stephan. And beside him was Demetrius. Without even thinking, I jumped toward Nicholas, bumping my shoulder into his.

He grabbed his shoulder. “What are you—”

“Shhh,” I hissed.

Standing out in the middle of the icy street, I felt vulnerable with Stephan and Demetrius walking toward me. Demetrius’s Death-Walker-like cloak swished behind him, and Stephan, dressed all in black, held something shiny and silver in his hand…

The Sword of Immortality.

“I wish you wouldn’t carry that around,” Demetrius said to Stephan. “It makes me nervous.”

“It makes me nervous when I’m not carrying it around,” Stephan replied. “It’s the one thing that could end all of this.” He gestured around at the frozen, desolate street.

“Yes, but who is left to get a hold of it?” Demetrius asked with a laugh. “The ice killed everyone off who was still left around.”

“There are a few Keepers around who might try.” Stephan held up the sword, twisting it in his hand as he examined it, the jagged blade hitting the light sharply. “Do you remember when Octavian made this after the vision was first seen?”

Demetrius laughed. “He was so convinced that if he created it, I would never be able to pull of what he’d saw. Too bad for him, he didn’t see you.”

“Well, that was the doing of my parents.” Stephan touched the jagged scar on his left cheek. “Thinking if they cut off the mark, it would change things—change who I was. But they couldn’t change the blood that runs through my veins, could they?”

The scar on Stephan cheek was a mark that had been cut off by his parents? I cringed at the idea, and then cringed again at the idea of what kind of mark would make a parent cut their child’s face just to get rid of it.

Stephan and Demetrius were close to Nicholas and me now, their footsteps hitting the ice with a dull thud.

“The Mark of Malefiscus is a gift,” Demetrius told Stephan. “My parents seemed to understand this.”

“Yes, but your parents weren’t Keepers,” Stephan replied bitterly. “Mine were. And to have a child who bore the Mark of Malefiscus was a disgrace in their eyes.”

“Malefiscus’s mark is not a disgrace.” Demetrius said to Stephan as they walked by us, and I had to turn so that I could keep my eyes on them. “It’s a gift.

We have been chosen since birth—since before birth to free him and everyone else who was bound by his sentencing.”

“And now we have,” Stephan said thoughtfully as he lightly traced his finger down his scar.

“Yes, and now we have,” Demetrius agreed.

“Gemma,” Nicholas said so abruptly that he scared the crap out of me and I screamed.

I flung my hand over my mouth, breathing heavily.

And that’s when it happened. Stephan stopped, his head tilting to the side as he glance over his shoulder.

“Nicholas,” I whispered. “You need to get us out of here. Right now.”

Nicholas gave me a look, and I could tell immediately that it was going to be a pain in the butt to get him to cooperate. “I don’t know about that,” he said “I think before I do, you should explain to me what’s got you freaked out.”

I looked at Stephan who seemed to be looking right at me. Fear pulsated through my body. “I will, okay, just as soon as we get back.”

Nicholas dithered, and I wanted to smack him right across his pretty-boy faerie face. “I don’t know. I kind of like being out here alone with you.”

“Nicholas,” I shouted. “Get us out of here. Now!” Glancing over at Stephan, I saw he was walking toward us, swiftly moving across the ice.

“What are you doing?” Demetrius called out.

Stephan didn’t reply, still heading at us, as if he knew we were there. But how could he? It wasn’t how visions worked.

I grabbed Nicholas by the arm, my eyes pleading.

“There is someone in this vision that I’m pretty sure can either see or sense that we’re here. And if he can, then it’s very, very bad.”

I thought he’d argue with me and say that no one in visions could see the vision seer, but instead, to my surprise, he grabbed my hand, looking rather anxious.

“Okay, let’s go.”

I casted one last glance at Stephan, who was now charging at us full speed with the Sword of Immortality clutched in his hand. He was so close that I could see the darkness in his eyes and the roughness of his scar.

“Nicholas…” I said as Stephan reached out for me.

I opened my mouth to scream and then everything went black.

Chapter 14

“Holy…crap!” I was standing back in Adessa’s living room, but the fear of what had just happened still lingered in my body, and had me gasping for air.

“Who was it?” Nicholas asked quickly and with very little patience. “Who was in the vision?”He still had hold of my hand and I tried to pull it out of his grip, but he tightened, refusing to let go. “Gemma.” His tone was a warning as he put a hand on each of my shoulders and looked me directly in the eyes. “Tell me who it was that could sense our presence. It’s important.”

“Why?” I asked. “Why would anyone be able to sense we were there?”

“Because…” He paused, eyeing me over.

“Because it means the vision has already been seen or told to the person who is in the vision.” For some reason this did not surprise me. I knew Stephan had been told visions of the future and the world at its end. It was what had started the whole star thing. A simple vision of the end of the world and how one star’s energy could save it. Although, that particular story was probably not accurate, but at one point I thought it was.

“So…How does that make it so they can sense me?”

“Because they’ve been told by another Foreseer that a Foreseer will be present at that moment. It wasn’t like he could see you or anything, just that he could sense you were there.”

“So is it bad?” I asked, my shoulders sliding out from under his hands as I took a step back. “That he knew I was there.”

Nicholas shook his head in puzzlement. “What is it with you…There must be something extraordinary about you.” He shook his head again, watching me with intense eyes. “First you can go into visions without a crystal ball and now you’re going into other peoples visions…It’s amazing.”

I tried to play cool. “It’s not that amazing.”

“Yes, it is.”

I searched my mind for a way to move off this subject since my being “extraordinary” or whatever had to do with the star, which I was supposed to be keeping a secret from Nicholas.

“I’ve got to go ask Laylen something,” I announced and started for the doorway.

He caught me by the arm and the smell of lilacs and rain blasted my nostrils “You didn’t tell me who it was?”

“Who what was?” I played dumb.

“The person who could sense you in the vision?”

“I…um, don’t know who he was. He was just some guy” Man, sometimes I could be a real mastermind at lying.

Not.

Nicholas gave me a doubting look. “You don’t know who he was?”

I shook my head, and then tugged my arm away from him. “I have to talk to Laylen,” I said, then bolted out of the room.

Nicholas didn’t follow me, which I thought was kind of weird. I mean, I had left suspiciously, but for some reason he stayed in the living room. This was a good thing, though, because I needed to talk to Laylen about what had happened. And not just about Stephan sensing me. No, I was more interested in the mark Demetrius and Stephan were talking about. And the name…Malefiscus…I think that’s what they had said.

I found Laylen alone in his bedroom, lying on the bed, reading a book. He had his head down; his eyes glued to the pages.

“Hey,” I said, sounding breathless because I had run all the way up the stairs.

He looked up from his book. “Hey, what’s….” His bright blue eyes went huge when he caught sight of me. “What happened? You look upset.”

I nodded. “Something bad happened when we went into a vision. And Nicholas is getting suspicious that there might be something wrong with me?”

“You think he knows about the star’s power?” Laylen said, setting his book down, and then climbing off of the bed.

I shook my head. “I don’t think he knows what exactly it is, just that there’s something…different about me.” I almost choked on the word “different.”

“Okay, well, as long as he doesn’t know exactly what it is, then I think we’re okay.” Laylen paused.

“Although, I’m not really sure it’s so great that he knows about your special Foreseer thing.” I nodded in agreement, but then shook my head, remembering I had bigger problems to discuss then Nicholas. “There’s something else I need to tell you about. It’s what I just saw in the vision.” Laylen walked over and stood in front of me. “Which is what?”

I shivered as I remembered the sight of what the Death Walkers cold had done to a once bright and sunshine-filled city. “The end of the world.” It got so quiet, I swear, I could hear our hearts beating. Or at least mine, anyway. I wasn’t sure if Laylen had a beating heart or not.

“The end of the world,” Laylen said, aghast.

“Covered in ice,” I added with another shiver.

His blue eyes went wider than they already were.

“Then the portal opens up.”

I nervously glanced out into the hall, and then shut the door. “At least from what I saw, it does” Laylen went over and sank down on the bed. “So that’s it then. The portal opens and the world ends.” I sat down on the bed beside him. “I guess…unless we change it…somehow.”

“How, though?” Laylen’s eyes were still wide, staring off into nothingness. “How are we supposed to stop something that’s already been seen? It’s not supposed to work that way.”

“It’s not?” I questioned. “Because I’ve been told for the last few days that my whole life has been centered on trying to do just that.”

“Yeah, but are we even sure about that anymore. I mean, no one knows for sure why Stephan really wants the stars power? Or maybe,” Laylen turned to me, “he doesn’t want it at all. Maybe he’s trying to get rid of it.”

I tapped my fingers on my knee, thinking. “If he didn’t want it, though, wouldn’t he of just killed me or something to get rid of it, instead of sending me away to live with Marco and Sophia? Why keep me alive?

And put all that effort into keeping me unemotional?

What’d be the point?”

“The point.” He twisted his lip ring from side to side as he contemplated this. “Who knows what the point is. This is Stephan we’re talking about.” I thought about the vision, and Demetrius and Stephan’s conversation. “Who’s Malefiscus?” Laylen’s jaw just about hit the floor. “Where did you hear that name?”

“In the vision,” I said. The horrified look on Laylen’s face caused goose bumps to sprout on my skin even though it was nowhere near cold. “Demetrius and Stephan were talking and they—”

“Wait a minute.” Laylen cut me off. “They were there—both of them were there.”

I nodded. “Yeah, I was in Vegas, only it didn’t look like Vegas anymore. There was ice covering everything and there was no one in sight. Well, no one except a few Death Walkers and Stephan and Demetrius. They were talking to each other and Demetrius said something about Stephan’s scar once being the Mark of Malefiscus, but his parents cut it off when…” The look on Laylen’s face made me trail off. “What’s wrong?”

Laylen looked utterly shocked. “So what you’re saying is that the scar on Stephan’s face used to be the Mark of Malefiscus?”

“Yeah, but what’s the mark for?” I asked. “I mean, who gets it?”

The fear in Laylen’s eyes had me worried. Well, more worried than I already was after seeing the world frozen at its end. “It’s the mark of evil.” Why did that revelation not surprise me? “So Stephan has the mark of evil. No wonder he’s probably trying to make the world end.” Laylen shook his head. “No, Gemma. The Mark of Malefiscus isn’t just the mark of evil. It stands for so much more. Malefiscus is also a man.” He shifted uncomfortably on the bed, and then leaned in so we were huddled together and dropped his voice.

“There’s this story that’s told among the Keepers, kind of like a bedtime story.”

“A bedtime story,” I repeated, dumbfounded. “The Keepers tell bedtime stories about a man who’s evil?”

“An evil man the Keepers destroyed,” he explained.

“But anyway, the story goes that Altamium, the very first Keeper to ever be born, fathered two sons—twin sons, Hektor and Nikon. Apparently right before they were born, a Foreseer told a vision about these sons.

He said that one of the sons would grow up to be a great warrior, and the other would grow up to be jealous of the other one. And that jealousy would become so great that it would turn into hatred.

Eventually, that hatred would bare a mark no one had ever seen before. The mark of evil. Or the Mark of Malefiscus as Nikon would later name it after he changed his name to Malefiscus, which means evil in Latin.”

“So the vision came true?”

“Yes, the vision came true.” Laylen took a deep breath, loud enough that I could hear the shakiness it held. “And if what you saw is true, then it means Stephan bares the Mark of Malefiscus, which isn’t good at all.”

“Yeah, that is bad, but I think we already knew he was evil without the mark, didn’t we?”

“No, it’s a lot worse than him just being evil.” Laylen leaned in even closer to me, his weight sinking the bed in, causing Laylen’s leg to bump into mine. “After Nikon—or Malefiscus got the mark, he began causing havoc all over the place. He joined forces with the Death Walkers, who up until then had been living in hiding for hundreds and hundreds of years.” Laylen shook his head. “And things continued to get worse.

The number of Death Walkers seemed to be multiplying and taking to the streets. It would have probably ended up being the ice age all over again if it wasn’t for Hektor.”

“Malefiscus’s brother?” I asked, checking to make sure that I was keeping up.

Laylen nodded. “Hektor eventually defeated Malefiscus, but couldn’t bring himself to kill him so the Keepers sentenced him to a place…I’m not really sure where it was. In fact, I think no one knows, which was part of the point…so no one can find him and set him free again.”

“Can’t find him? But what would it matter if anyone found him—he’d be dead by now, right?” Laylen leaned in more, his knee pressing against mine. “Right before Malefiscus was sentenced, he found a way to become immortal, at least that’s what people say.”

“How did he make himself immortal?” I asked, fully involved in his story.

Laylen slowly shook his head. “As far as anyone knows, becoming immortal isn’t possible unless someone becomes like a Black Angel or a Death Walker or a…vampire.”

I glanced down at Laylen’s forearm where the black symbols of his mark of immortality were tattooed. “Did he actual get the mark of immortality?”

“I don’t know…I’m not sure if my parents left out parts of the story to sugar-coat it for me, or if there are parts that even they didn’t know about.” A look of deep thought passed over Laylen’s face.

“Well, if Stephan has the same mark as Malefiscus, then what does that mean?”

“It means Stephan has to be a descendant of him, at least he most likely has to be. There are very rare cases where someone gets a mark without being a descendant from someone with the same mark” He paused, glancing down at the mark on his arm. “Well, except for the mark of immortality that is.” We sat there in silence, and I wondered if he was thinking about his mark of immortality. I was thinking about a million different things that ranged from my end-of-the-world vision, to the Mark of Malefiscus, to my Foreseers mark and how I didn’t seem to be a descendant of a Foreseer. Well, at least that I knew of. Since I didn’t know who my father was, it was still possible that I might be.

“So Stephan could be a descendant from the most evil man that has ever walked the earth?” I asked with a shiver.

“If he is,” Laylen said, the heaviness of the situation ringing in his voice. “That would explain why he is controlling the Death Walkers. Those who have the Mark of Malefiscus have control over them. And…”

“And what?” I pressed.

“And it would give him a reason to open the portal.” Laylen’s eyes pressed the gravity of the situation.

“And why he’d want to try to end the world,” Laylen added. “It’s in his blood.”

Silence dripped by. The house was quiet and I wondered what Aislin and Adessa and Nicholas were doing, and in a way, I wished I were them and didn’t know about all of this.

“Do you think my mom knows Stephan had the mark?” I asked quietly.

“I think your mom may know even more than that.” Laylen’s bright blue eyes never left me.

Something else was bothering me. “Laylen, do you think it’s possible that Stephan… that he…,” I let out a breath. “That Stephan wants to use the stars power for something bad. That maybe that’s why he’s been keeping me around all this time...Do you think he might be using it to open the portal.” Something about the way Laylen was looking at me made my heart stop.

“I don’t know…” He said quickly looking away from me.

“Laylen, please just tell me if you know something” I begged. “You always tell me stuff. Don’t be like Alex.” He turned his head back toward me. “The thought has crossed my mind that maybe…that maybe that’s exactly what he’s doing.”

I felt like I’d been kicked in the stomach. Even though I had thought it myself, it was a lot harder to deal with hearing him say it aloud. That I could be carrying something around inside me that could end the world. That my very existence could be bad. “How long have you thought this?”

“Since Aislin and I showed up at the Hartfield cabin back in Colorado—when Stephan showed up with the Death Walkers, but yet he didn’t try to kill you. He wants you alive for some reason. And that reason I’m sure isn’t a good one.”

I nodded. Keep it together. Keep it together.

“Okay…Okay.” I was trying very hard not to fall apart.

But, at the same time, how could I not fall apart?

“Are you okay?” Laylen asked, concerned.

I had to force myself to speak and was startled by the hollow tone my voice had taken on—something I hadn’t heard it do in awhile. “Yeah, I’m fine.” He looked like he wanted to say more, but I decided to stop him, because honestly, I didn’t want to talk about how I was feeling at the moment. Or about the fact that the prickle was poking at the back of my neck releasing an abundance of worry and panic at a level I had never felt before.

“I think I better get back to Nicholas and my training.” I stood up from the bed.

“Gemma.” Laylen got to his feet. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah.” My voice sounded numb. “I just need to get back, if for nothing else, so I can get into The Underworld to save my mom. Then maybe we’ll get actual answers, instead of just a bunch of guesses.”

“Okay…” Laylen watched me as if I were a scared mental patient who was about to go off the deep end, and I left the room with a giant lump swelling in my throat.