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Chapter Twenty-Five
Warner knows I don’t have a choice. He wants to force me
into another situation where he can see the impact of my
abilities, and he has no problem torturing an innocent child
to get exactly what he wants.
Right now I have no options.
I have to take a chance before this little boy steps forward
in the wrong direction.
I quickly memorize as much as I can of the traps and
dodge/hop/narrowly avoid the spikes until I’m as close as
possible.
I take a deep, shaky breath and focus on the shivering
limbs of the boy in front of me and pray to God I’m making
the right decision. I’m about to pull off my shirt to use as a
barrier between us when I notice the slight vibration in the
ground. The tremble that precedes the terror. I know I have
half of a second before the spikes slice up through the air
and even less time to react.
I yank him up and into my arms.
His screams pierce through me like I’m being shot to
death, one bullet for every second. He’s clawing at my
arms, my chest, kicking my body as hard as he can, crying
out in agony until the pain paralyzes him. He goes weak in
my grip and I’m being ripped to pieces, my eyes, my bones,
my veins all tumbling out of place, all turning on me to
torture me forever with memories of the horrors I’m
responsible for.
Pain and power are bleeding through his body into mine,
jolting through his limbs and crashing into me until I nearly
drop him. It’s like reliving a nightmare I’ve spent 3 years
trying to forget.