Plague (Gone 4)
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ASTRID WATCHED, HELPLESS.
She could no longer see Orc. He might already be dead down there.
Jack seemed unable to free himself from Drake’s choking grasp. And Drake knew it. He looked up at Astrid and winked.
She had reached the decision not to harm Little Pete, to let him live even if it meant others would die.
The right and moral decision.
But in a minute or less Jack would asphyxiate. And Drake would catch her. She had no illusions about what that psychopath intended.
Drake and his army would kill and go on killing. And what could stop them? Who could stop them?
She found she could hardly breathe.
Her whole body seemed to buzz with some strange energy. Was it fear? Was this what panic felt like?
Jack’s face was turning dark. His struggles were less focused. His fingers clawed impotently. His eyes bulged like they might pop out of his head.
Drake was going to kill her. But not quickly.
And he would go on to kill many, many more, for as long as the FAYZ existed.
Enough. It had to end. All of it had to end.
Astrid stepped to Little Pete. She gathered him in her arms. She moved to the window and stood there, hesitating, with his limp, sweating body in her arms.
Drake saw her. The color drained from his face.
His tentacle lessened its grip on Jack’s throat.
“No!” Drake cried. He unwound his python arm and began to run toward her, yelling, “No! No!”
“Sorry,” Astrid whispered. “I’m so very sorry, Petey.”
Drake was at the door to the room. “No!” he cried again as she heaved her brother toward the sea of insects.
“Get him!” Drake cried.
He pushed past Astrid to the window as Little Pete fell.
“Don’t hurt—,” Drake shouted. His words were cut off by a weak but well-aimed punch from Astrid.
Little Pete almost hit the ground. He stopped inches from impact.
His eyes opened wide. He stared into a dozen eerie blue eyes.
“Don’t hurt him!” Drake cried. “The Darkness needs him!”
But it was too late. The bugs surged toward Little Pete. Their tongues snapped. Their mouthparts gnashed.
There was no explosion.
No flash of light.
The bugs simply disappeared.
There. Then gone.