Prom Nights from Hell(32)
«There's been a mistake,» I blurted, heading to the open archway and the dimly lit hall. «I'm not dead.»
But I was feeling really weird again. Misty and thin. Stretched. Nothing sounded right, either, and the gray was edging my sight to make a tunnel-like vision.
Behind me, Barnabas pushed through the doors. Immediately the world shifted to normal. It was the amulet he wore that kept me solid. I had to get me one of those.
«Yes, she is,» he said, never slowing down until he grabbed my wrist. «You're hallucinating. She's not really here. Neither am I.»
«Where did you come from?» the guy managed, staring. «How did you get in there?»
Lucy shoved in, the swinging door banging against the wall to make me and Desk Guy jump. «Madison, quit being a stiff. You gotta go.»
This was too much for the technician, and he reached for the phone.
I twisted my wrist, but Barnabas wouldn't release me. «I have to talk to my dad!» I exclaimed, and he yanked me off balance.
«We're leaving,» he said, a new threat in his eyes. «Right now.»
Frantic, I stomped on his foot. Barnabas howled, his gangly form bending double as he let go. Lucy laughed at him, and I darted for the hallway. Try to stop me, I thought, then ran right into something big, warm, and smelling of silk. I backed up, becoming scared when I saw it was Seth. He had killed me with a sword that left no mark when driving me off a cliff failed to do it. He was a dark reaper. He was my death.
«Why are there two of you?» he asked as he looked at Barnabas and Lucy. The cadence of his voice was familiar, but the sound of it hit my ears wrong. And the scent of sea now smelled like rot. «That's right,» he added, pulling his gaze back to me, and I shuddered. «You died on the anniversary of your birth. Two reapers. My, my, my. Such the drama queen, Madison. I'm glad you're up. It's time to go.»
Hunched and afraid, I retreated. «Don't touch me.»
«Madison!» Barnabas shouted. «Run!»
But there was only the morgue to run to. Lucy got in front of me, hands spread wide as if she could stop Seth with her will alone. «What are you doing here?» she said, voice shaking. «She's already dead. You can't flip her twice.»
Seth scuffed his shoes confidently. «As you said, I flipped her coin. She's mine if I want her.»
Barnabas paled. «You never come back for them. You're…» His eyes darted to the stone about Seth's neck. «You're not a black reaper, are you?»
Seth grinned as if it was a big joke. «No. I'm not. I'm a little bit more. More than you can handle. Leave, Barnabas. Just walk away. It won't hurt if you do.»
I stared at Barnabas, helpless. His brown eyes met mine, saw my fear. I watched him visibly gather his courage.
«Barnabas!» Lucy shouted, terrified. «Don't!»
But Barnabas launched himself at the dark figure in black silk. In a motion so casual it was frightening, Seth turned to smack him with the back of his hand. Arms and legs flailing, Barnabas flew backward, hitting the wall and slumping to the floor, out cold.
«Run!» Lucy shouted, pushing me toward the morgue. «Stay in the sun. Don't let the black wings touch you. We'll get help. Someone will find you. Get out of here!»
«How?» I exclaimed. «He's in front of the only door.»
Seth moved again, this time backhanding Lucy. She crumpled where she stood, leaving only me since the technician had either passed out or was hiding under the desk. Jaw trembling, I stood to my full height-such as it was-and tugged my dress straight. Deeper in it yet, apparently.
«She meant,» Seth said, his voice both familiar and strange, «to run through the walls. You had a better chance against the black wings in the sun than with me under the ground.»
«But I can't…» I started, then looked at the swinging doors. I went through them, having shifted them open only a few inches. What the heck was I? A ghost?
Seth smiled, chilling me. «Nice to see you, Madison, now that I can really… see you.» He took off his mask and let it drop. His face was beautiful, like chiseled stone made soft.
I licked my lips and went cold to the bone when I remembered him kissing me. Holding one arm to myself, I backed away, trying to get out of Barnabas's and Lucy's influence so I could run through the walls. Hey, if Mr. Creepy thought I could do it, then maybe I could.
Seth followed, step for step. «We leave together. No one will believe I culled you unless I throw you at their feet.»