Crais(87)

The headache which seemed to constantly plague me lately was starting to send those spikes into my brain, a sure sign a vision wanted to make an appearance. But since the last vision during our fight by the lake had left me vulnerable enough to be snatched up by these three morons, I was suppressing any further.

Clearly I wasn’t going anywhere soon so I decided to spend my time making a list. Number one was to get this helpless-damsel thing under control. No more kidnappings. Next was to start working on my language; the curse words were starting to overtake the regular. Then after all of that I was going to get me a gun and start hunting down asshats. The targets continued to increase every time I met another Walker.

Speaking of, what the cra ... hell ... I mean heck was that monster horse-dog next to Abigail and Brace? And where was Colton? For some reason I was extra disappointed that he wasn’t there. We had a connection. Okay, it was mostly one I had made up in my head, but still, he could have continued to feed my sexual fantasies. It was just rude to cut them off so abruptly.

I couldn’t help but listen to Que as he spoke, although his nasally voice was damn annoying. Did he just say he was the coat for the third Seventine? That might explain those ricocheting cracks spanning his skin. Looked like he was about to shatter into a million pieces. Which would be very helpful.

The stabbing sensation sliced through my mind again. It left behind an iciness as if frost covered the pick piercing my brain. With a sigh I gave up trying to fight the inevitable, closing my eyes and letting the images come. It was like watching a movie in my mind, although the scenes weren’t always in order and often made no sense.

The vision in my head was very similar to the landscape I’d just shut out.

Why was I seeing the very moment I was living?

Que moved in the vision, stepping closer to my friends, and I could see it wasn’t exactly the same. He looked a lot worse: the cracks were larger and he was stumbling. Halfway there, he dropped to his knees, a peculiar look on his face. His head fell back. A screech emitted from his mouth in a long echoing sequence. It was ear-piercing and even in my vision I winced.

And then he exploded with an outward ricochet of energy. I mean atomic bomb shit happening right in front of me. And everyone in the vicinity was shattered into a million pieces. Including the people I loved more than anything. The air around me rained blood like a fine mist of death.

I screamed, both in my head and obviously out loud, since dumbass was shaking me around. Yeah, moron, shaking someone’s head off is the best way to stop their screams.

I opened my eyes and silenced my scream, only to find every face turned toward me.

“What did you see, my little soothsayer?” Que’s nasal tones washed over me and it was clear he knew my secret.

Who the crap kept telling him these things?

Already he looked worse and my heart jumped. We weren’t far from my vision. I had to warn them.

“Run, Abigail! Get out of here. Que’s going to explode and kill everyone!” I screamed as loud as I could, and never shifted my gaze from Que.

I managed to get the whole sentence out before my mouth was covered.

“What did you say?” his voice was quiet and deadly. “Who could blow me up?”

The beefy hand was removed, allowing me to suck in some air before I answered.

“The energy came from within. You can’t house the Seventine. Its power is too strong, too much from the primal source. It’s slowly destroying you, and pretty soon you’ll shatter and dissolve everyone here.”

His head swung around then, and I saw the briefest flash of pain as he locked eyes with Brace.

God dammit, the crazy psychopath loved his son. He actually allowed an emotional weakness like love to live inside him.

“Leave now,” I said, my voice low. “There’s nothing you can do to prevent this and you’re going to destroy your son and the girls. And any chance of stopping the Seventine.”

The dumbass suddenly dropped me. He dashed away into the forest, followed by dumbass two. I hit the ground hard, crumpling in on myself. Ouch, eff, shit, owww. He had to drop me six feet from the ground. I attempted to stand but my left leg crumpled. My ankle was definitely sprained. I tried again, whimpering at the shooting pains. Maybe even broken. Using a nearby trunk, I managed to stand on my good leg.

“Lucy!”

I hopped around so I could get a clear view. Abigail was screaming at me, and not one of them had left the area.

“What the hell are you all doing? I told you to move your butts out of here,” I bellowed back, trying not to fall again.

Abigail narrowed her beautiful emerald eyes, hands on her hips. I knew what she was thinking and there was no way she was going to leave without me. Damn her stubborn, loyal butt.