The quiet in the room was shattered by my scream. The whole room was shattered. It spun and shook to the sound, whirled around me so that I couldn’t find the way out. The walls, the silver-stained walls, rose up to block my escape no matter which way I turned.
Someone shouted my name, but I couldn’t hear whose voice it was. The screaming was too loud. It hurt my head. The stone wall, oozing silver, slammed into me, and I fell to the floor. Heavy hands held me there.
“Doc, help!”
“What’s wrong with her?”
“Is it having a fit?”
“What did she see?”
“Nothing—nothing. The bodies were covered!”
That was a lie! The bodies were hideously uncovered, strewn in obscene contortions across the glittering table. Mutilated, dismembered, tortured bodies, ripped into grotesque shreds…
I had clearly seen the vestigial feelers still attached to the truncated anterior section of a child. Just a child! A baby! A baby thrown haphazardly in maimed pieces across the table smeared with its own blood…
My stomach rolled like the walls were rolling, and acid clawed its way up my throat.
“Wanda? Can you hear me?”
“Is she conscious?”
“I think she’s going to throw up.”
The last voice was right. Hard hands held my head while the acid in my stomach violently overflowed.
“What do we do, Doc?”
“Hold on to her—don’t let her hurt herself.”
I coughed and squirmed, trying to escape. My throat cleared.
“Let me go!” I was finally able to choke out. The words were garbled. “Get away from me! Get away; you’re monsters! Torturers!”
I shrieked wordlessly again, twisting against the restraining arms.
“Calm down, Wanda! Shh! It’s okay!” That was Jared’s voice. For once, it didn’t matter that it was Jared.
“Monster!” I screamed at him.
“She’s hysterical,” Doc told him. “Hold on.”
A sharp, stinging blow whipped across my face.
There was a gasp, far away from the immediate chaos.
“What are you doing?” Ian roared.
“It’s having a seizure or something, Ian. Doc’s trying to bring it around.”
My ears were ringing, but not from the slap. It was the smell—the smell of the silver blood dripping down the walls—the smell of the blood of souls. The room writhed around me as though it were alive. The light twisted into strange patterns, curved into the shapes of monsters from my past. A Vulture unfurled its wings… a claw beast swung its heavy pincers toward my face… Doc smiled and reached for me with silver trickling from his fingertips…
The room spun once more, slowly, and then went black.
Unconsciousness didn’t claim me for long. It must have been only seconds later when my head cleared. I was all too lucid; I wished I could stay oblivious longer.
I was moving, rocking back and forth, and it was too black to see. Mercifully, the horrible smell had faded. The musty, humid air of the caves was like perfume.
The feeling of being carried, being cradled, was familiar. That first week after Kyle had injured me, I’d traveled many places in Ian’s arms.
“. . . thought she’d have guessed what we were up to. Looks like I was wrong,” Jared was murmuring.
“You think that’s what happened?” Ian’s voice cut hard in the quiet tunnel. “That she was scared because Doc was trying to take the other souls out? That she was afraid for herself?”
Jared didn’t answer for a minute. “You don’t?”
Ian made a sound in the back of his throat. “No. I don’t. As disgusted as I am that you would bring back more… victims for Doc, bring them back now!—as much as that turns my stomach, that’s not what upset her. How can you be so blind? Can’t you imagine what that must have looked like to her in there?”
“I know we had the bodies covered before —”
“The wrong bodies, Jared. Oh, I’m sure Wanda would be upset by a human corpse—she’s so gentle; violence and death aren’t a part of her normal world. But think what the things on that table must have meant to her.”
It took him another moment. “Oh.”
“Yes. If you or I had walked in on a human vivisection, with torn body parts, with blood splattered on everything, it wouldn’t have been as bad for us as it was for her. We’d have seen it all before—even before the invasion, in horror movies, at least. I’d bet she’s never been exposed to anything like that in all her lives.”
I was getting sick again. His words were bringing it back. The sight. The smell.
“Let me go,” I whispered. “Put me down.”