Darkness Fades (Page 8)
A glint of anger emerges in his eyes as he rises to his feet, his clothes muddy. The anger vanishes, though, as he shakes his head, and the old Aiden surfaces. “Sorry, I don’t know what got into me.” He turns and heads back to the cave as if nothing happened while I start to think that I might have a real problem on my hands because Day Taker Aiden is very impulsive and erratic.
Greyson continues to watch Nichelle with interest, but he stops tormenting and circling her. “So, Nichelle, why haven’t we seen you or any others from your colony before?”
I get where they’re coming from… sort of, but I can feel Nichelle’s telling the truth, so they need to back the hell down. “Greyson, I’d be able to tell if she is lying, and she’s not.”
Tristan’s voice carries from over my shoulder. “Kayla’s right. Nichelle’s not lying. There are other people out there. The Highers just haven’t found them yet.”
We all turn in his direction. He’s wearing a dark grey hoodie, the hood pulled over his head, and his hands tucked up in the sleeves. He crosses his arms with a stoic look on his face, staying in the shadows on the hill.
I step towards him with caution, rocks slipping down the hill. I have to put my hands on the ground to get my balance. “What do you mean the Highers haven’t found them?” I question. “Are they looking for them? And how do you know this?”
“Of course the Highers are looking for them,” he says, glancing at the land over my shoulder. “How else will they keep themselves in control if they allow other colonies to exist? The Highers are greedy and they want to control the entire world, so they’ve been tracking down other colonies and eliminating them.”
I eye him over as I fold my arms. “How do you know all this?”
He shrugs. “Because you weren’t the only reason I was sent out here.” His blue eyes land on Nichelle. “The Highers also sent me to find others.”
Before I can react, he leaps down the hill and smashes into Nichelle. Their bodies crash together and they fall to the ground, legs tangled, arms gripping onto each other as they tumble down the steep slope. Dirt flies up from the ground as they punch and hit each other, kneeing each other in the gut. Nichelle even gets a handful of Tristan’s blond hair.
I dash down the hill after them as Nichelle lets out a shout and tries to take a swing at Tristan with her knife aimed out, but he knees her in the stomach and jumps on her, pinning her to the ground. He tips his head back with his hands around Nichelle’s neck as she struggles to breathe, kicking her feet up at him.
“Tristan stop!” I cry out as I slide down the hill towards them. Nichelle’s gasping for air as Tristan only tightens his hold. Before I can get to them, there’s a loud grunt and then everything gets quiet as Tristan slumps over.
Oh God. I know before I reach them what has happened, but when I get there, I still feel a little shock. Tristan’s body is on top of Nichelle, but not moving, and there’s a pool of blood on the ground next to them. My hand tremors as I grab his shoulder and flip him over, not surprised to see Nichelle’s knife sticking out of his chest.
Nichelle places her hands over her head and flips her body into a standing position. Reaching down, she pulls the knife from Tristan’s chest and wipes the blood off on the sleeve of her shirt. Then, with zero emotion on her face, she tucks it back into her pouch.
“I’m sorry,” she says. I can tell she’s on guard, worried I might retaliate. “But he would have killed me if I didn’t kill him first.”
I’m taken aback by the fact that Tristan is dead. I feel the slightest bit of aching in my chest, especially when I stare down at him. Yes, he’d gone bad since he’d been put out into the Real World, yet at the same time, I can’t forget the sweet, kind Tristan I knew in The Colony. Besides, he came back here and told Aiden about me being trapped in the cell. He’s done both good and bad stuff, which makes me feel conflicted about his death. I’m not sure what to do, how to react, although I feel like ramming my fist into Nichelle’s face.
“I’m sorry, Kayla,” she says, her expression softening. “I really am, but in this world, you can’t hesitate… it’s a matter of life and death.”
I understand that all too well, but I still can’t speak. Staring down at Tristan’s body, I struggle to sort through my thoughts on whether or not I should hurt Nichelle.
Nichelle walks back to Tristan’s body and squats down beside him. She reaches over and gently closes Tristan’s lifeless eyes then, standing back up, she glances over her shoulder at me.
“It wasn’t his fault he was that way. He couldn’t help that they changed him,” she says softly.
“You knew what he was?”
She nods. “I could tell the second he spoke, but still… I wouldn’t have killed him if I didn’t have to.” She walks up to me, stopping just short of me while she looks me straight in the eyes. “It’s why we have to stop this; stop all the changing. It’s time for people to be free instead of experiments. And you can do that, Kayla.”
I glance over at Tristan and then back at Nichelle, knowing she’s right, feeling it in my bones. I need to stop this; stop innocent people from getting hurt.
It’s time to save the world.
Chapter 6
We—or rather I—decide I better do something with Tristan’s body before darkness arrives. Maci wants to bury him, however I refuse to do it. Even the buried smell of death would attract the vampires and that’s the last thing I need at the moment. I remember the ditch on the outskirts of the colony that Aiden and I jumped over the night before and it seems like a good place to take him. Aiden wants to go with me, but I tell him no because I don’t trust him, and besides, he’ll move too slowly in daylight. Deep down, though, I simply want to get away from it all for a while; clear my head.
I pick up Tristan’s lifeless body and sling it over my shoulder, trying not to think about what I’m doing because it hurts my stomach when I do. Then I leave the cave and head out into desert where the sand has been dampened by the rain. The sky is starting to tinge orange on the other side of the clouds, which means the sun is lowering and nighttime will soon be here. I keep my pace quick and my footsteps light, knowing the last thing I want to do is be out at dark. Yes, vampires aren’t a problem, but the abominations are.
After what seems like an eternity, I reach the ditch secluded just on the edge of the city limits and carefully lay Tristan’s body down in the soft dirt. Then I do something really weird and I don’t even know why, other than I fill some sort of finality in the moment. Without even thinking, I tenderly run my finger down his cheek as I remember the way he used to be, before the Highers got their hands on him and changed him; made him a killer and pawn to be used against good people. He was innocent. He could barely harm a thing and they had turned him into a monster.