Allie's War Episodes 1-4(36)

The predator is there, but he lives in silver light—
A jarring contact met my head and back. I gasped.
Pain brought the physical world into focus.#p#分页标题#e#
Staring down at me is Revik’s sweaty face. His eyes are still glass shards, but the silver light is gone, and the predator is, too. Fear lives in his face instead, faint but visible. I realized then, where we were...where I was. He’d laid me roughly on the hood of the GTX.
My back hit the protruding air vent on top, snapping me out, hard enough that I wondered if he’d done it on purpose.
Either way, the pain yanked me away from Terian’s mind.
I struggled to sit up as Revik walked to the rear of the car, opening the trunk with the keys and pulling out a black gym bag filled with something heavy. He reached inside the driver’s side window to unlock the door.
“Allie!” he said, jerking it open. “Now!”
I rolled over the top of the hood to the passenger side while he leaned over and opened my door from the inside. By the time I got in, he was already ripping open the black nylon bag, and it struck me that the line of cars behind us had resumed honking.
I watched Revik jam the key into the ignition, holding a gun against the steering wheel.
“Put on your seat belt!” he said.
I fumbled with the strap as the GTX’s engine rumbled to life, but I couldn’t quite work it with the handcuffs. Revik put the car in gear. Then a voice emerged above the sound of the car’s motor. It took me a second to realize it was real...that it wasn’t his, or something from inside the Barrier.
“What in the name of Mary’s tits...”
Jerking my head around, I forgot the seat belt and crouched down, looking past Revik and up through the driver’s side window. Two cops stood there. Behind them, a black and white slanted down the bank beside the fisherman’s truck.
The cop who’d spoken stared at the gun in Revik’s hand.
“You got balls, buddy,” the second cop said, unholstering his sidearm. He raised the gun, aiming it at Revik’s face. “Now toss it out the window. Real slow.”
“Sleep,” Revik said. “Now.”
Both cops collapsed on the onramp without emitting a sound.
I sucked in a breath, shocked at the clean indifference of the act.
The one holding the gun wasn’t much older than me.
I didn’t have time to think about that, either, though. In the rearview mirror, I saw movement in the space by the fisherman’s truck. I turned my head right as another policeman emerged.
My voice burst out of me.
“Revik!” I yelled.
The third cop pulled his sidearm. I saw the brown eyes flash silver as he raised the gun.
“Seer!” I yelled.
“I know,” Revik growled.
His hand clamped roughly around the back of my neck, forcing me down past the bottom of the seat and under the windows. He took his foot off the brake in the same instant and the car lurched forward as the cop squeezed off his first round.
The sound of the shot seemed to come late, a second after the soft plink as the bullet went through the rear driver’s side window. I turned my head, staring at the hole in the upholstery until Revik shoved me down even further on the seat.
I crouched on the mat when I heard the GTX’s engine roar back to life.
I sat on the floor as Revik threw the car into reverse, slamming into the truck behind us. By then he had aimed the handgun and fired at cop number three. He hit him in the chest on the second shot, knocking him backwards into the police car so that the man’s arm and shoulder broke the passenger side window.
The cop’s partner emerged, firing wildly.
Screams erupted on the street.
I peered over the edge of the window, watched people run and duck in fear, eyes wide, and for a moment, I see them through Revik’s eyes, a flock of birds scattering...then Revik swiveled the gun towards the fourth cop, narrowly missing the man’s head.
He stepped on the gas...
But his foot slipped.
The engine’s rev faded.
Bewildered, I looked up, then saw Revik slumped in the seat as the car continued to roll. I froze, seeing his eyes glaze as the car veered towards the edge of the road. I threw myself up and into his lap, hauling the wheel to the left with my cuffed hands, trying to get my foot down to his, to keep the car from stalling, or worse, careening off the onramp and down that weed-choked slope onto the street below...
...when just as suddenly, he was back.
I felt it just before he raised his head, jerking back into life.
The gun rested on his thigh, pointed at his feet from where he’d slumped in the cloth seat. He stared at my handcuffs in front of him where I gripped the steering wheel, blinking at them as if he didn’t know what they were. When I looked back at his face, his eyes narrowed on mine, and for an instant I saw the predator there again.