No, she mouthed soundlessly.
Penny looked at Drake first. At his terrible tentacle. At the little boy suspended in the air. She glanced curiously at Brianna, like she wasn’t quite sure who she was.
Then she looked at Diana, and her eyes widened with pleasure. Her smile started small and grew and grew and became a laugh of pure delight. She clapped her hands together.
“Too good,” Penny said. “Too, too good.”
Diana’s mind had stopped working. Thoughts would not form. Reactions would not take shape. Fear took her. A low keening sound came from deep in her throat.
This was no longer about pain: terror was here.
Drake shot a look at Penny. “Who are you?”
“I’m Penny,” she said. “You used to push me out of your way back at Coates. I was nobody to you.”
“You have a beef with me?” Drake asked, just a little worried.
Penny smiled. “Oh, you were just a jerk, Drake. Nothing special. Whereas Diana…” She laughed her demented, delighted laugh. “I absolutely love Diana. She took such good care of me on the island.”
“Leave me alone,” Diana heard herself beg, like hearing someone else, not like the words were coming from her, because she had no words in her brain; she could see what was coming; she knew what was coming.
God save me, Diana begged, God save me, save me, save me.
“How’s the baby, Diana?” Penny asked, her voice slithering, her eyes bright. “Do you want a boy or a girl?”
And suddenly the baby woke up, and its claws came out like the claws of a tiger, and its insect face with saber mandibles ripped at her insides, tearing through the flesh of her belly, tearing out of her, a wild animal, nothing human there, but no, that wasn’t true; it had Caine’s face, his face but smeared across a soulless ant face and the claws and the pain, and she screamed and screamed.
Diana was facedown in the dirt. Penny’s bare feet—one of them crusted with bloody mud—were in front of her.
There was no monster baby.
Her belly had not been torn open.
Diana cried into the dirt.
“Cool, huh?” Penny said.
“What did you do to her?” It was Drake, fascinated.
“Oh, she just saw something. She saw her baby as a monster. And she saw it rip her apart from the inside. Felt it, too,” Penny said.
“You’re a freak?” Drake asked.
Penny laughed. “The freakiest of the freaks.”
“Don’t hurt the baby,” Drake warned. He tossed Justin aside, ready to take this interloper on if necessary. The boy landed hard but without breaking anything.
Penny was not intimidated by Whip Hand. “What’s in there?” She indicated the narrow path leading up to the mine shaft.
Drake didn’t answer. His whip was ready to slash at her. But he hesitated, unsure if she was friend or foe.
“I’ve felt it since I got close,” Penny said, looking past Drake up at the path. “I was just wandering. Going nowhere. And then, little by little, I realized I was going somewhere.” She said this in a singsong voice. “I was going here.” Then, like a person waking out of a dream, she said, “It’s that thing Caine went to, isn’t it? The Darkness. The thing that gave you that Whip Hand.”
Drake said, “Would you like me to introduce you?”
“Yes. I would,” Penny said very seriously.
Diana had stolen tear-distorted glances at Brianna, who seemed content to let this go on, so long as it ate up more time. Now Brianna spoke. “I don’t think you two are going anywhere.”