Basilisk (The Korsak Brothers #2)(30)

Things change.

People, made in a lab or the old-fashioned way, change too.

I couldn’t take my eyes off the dead students. It was too bad those left behind hadn’t thought of that.

“This is a rebellion. Looks like some kids finally got pissed off at their keepers and showed them exactly what they’d learned.” Stefan’s hand was on my shoulder, squeezing tightly as I stared down at two brown and broken angels. It was two girls, both with red hair. That was the only way to recognize them, the red hair. Lily and Belle. Tiger Lily and Tinkerbell. They’d needed enough girl names to balance out the Michaels and Peters. No one was good at the Institute. We couldn’t be, I’d told myself long ago in my own sterile prison room. The best we could hope for was indifference to our fate if we refused to kill. But was that good? Truly good? I didn’t know. Then Stefan came along and told me I was good. Too good, he emphasized from the self-defense point. It drove him nuts that I wouldn’t kill to save my own life.

Except for the one time, when I was fourteen, when I was surprised and attacked in that Institute test. I woke up some nights with the sharp sensation of his knife against my throat, the ephemeral feel of his heart turning to a useless sack of blood under my hand where it rested against his chest. I saw his eyes go vacant again and again. It was a memory that wouldn’t let me take another life, not for any reason.

There had been others like me, although not as stubborn. They would’ve done what they were told, only without any particular enthusiasm. Not that that made a difference. Enthusiastic or no, their targets would’ve ended up just as dead. Obedience always trumped eagerness here. They wouldn’t have rebelled against Marcus Bellucci, the second Jericho. There were plenty of other students who did have a genetic and psychological passion for spilling blood, unlike Lily and Belle, but they wouldn’t have revolted either; they were too indoctrinated not to do as they were told.

Unless they had a leader.

Someone else to tell them what to do.

“We need to look at the video,” I said abruptly, and headed down the hall to the stairs. The Alpha guard station would be located in the same place here as in the first Institute. Everything was. The walls were the same, the razor wire—I’d seen the Institute’s mirror image when I’d flown over. Waiting for the arrival of Saul and our makeshift army at a safe distance, that had been the plan—that and a slight addendum: Stefan would shoot Raynor if we saw him approaching the Institute, because he was not taking a student, even Wendy—a victim herself, as lethal as she was—out of there. Everyone was going to have a chance at my cure and when it came to Raynor himself, as they said down South, he just flat-out needed killing. The last had been Stefan’s addition, but it was hard to disagree with it.

But what we saw as we flew over changed all that. It was almost seven p.m. and light enough to see easily. In the courtyard—nice name for a huge square of dirt where we were able to go out to see the sun once a day and exercise—pale, flabby assassins might stand out. We had to look normal. Jericho had never been able to fix the assassin gene that resulted in the different colored eyes, but in every other way we were to look normal.

There hadn’t been any exercising in the yard when I’d flown the Cessna over it. There’d been ten dead guards, and that was a plan-changer if ever there was one. I’d landed—landed, not crashed—the Cessna while Stefan held on to his M249 machine gun with his free hand. It was surprising what people smuggled back from Afghanistan and more surprising how easy those things were to buy . . . if you knew the right people. When it came to weapons, Stefan knew all the right people. He had Saul make the purchase instead of making it himself, to keep us hidden, but it was surprising, all in all. It wasn’t surprising, though, that he thought he might need it here.

The numbness I felt walking toward the Alpha station wasn’t that unexpected either. I should’ve been experiencing a number of emotions, all of them bad, because I already knew what this meant, but at times, too much is too much. And I wasn’t talking about the massacre here. Understanding that was simple enough. It was a rebellion, as Stefan had said. I never would’ve imagined it, but it was plain that was what had happened. But the rest of it . . .

They had killed the ones who didn’t wholeheartedly embrace what they were. Although they would’ve done what they were told, obedient to the end, they’d killed them anyway. What did the army rangers say? The best of the best?

The worst of the worst had walked out of here and they were loose in the world. They were out there, able to do whatever they pleased. What pleased them most? Freedom? No.

Death.





Chapter 5


The station was empty. All the guards would’ve seen what had been unfolding on their monitors and had likely run out with guns and Tasers in hand, for all the good it had done them. I sat down in one of the three chairs and started typing on the computer. I needed the feed from approximately two weeks ago. It should be flagged. The guards would’ve hit the alarm when it all started to fall apart.

Or come together. It depended which side you were on.

“We’ll be able to actually see what happened?” Stefan leaned over my shoulder as I sat in the chair before the console. “I’m not sure that’s convenient; it’s going to be pretty damn f*cking horrifying.”

I nodded at Stefan’s question. “We’re obedient. I mean, they were obedient.” Being a genius could suck. Being a genius meant you couldn’t fool yourself as often as you wanted to. But I was different now. I’d not been as obedient as was required while at the Institute, but I’d been too obedient in my eyes. I wasn’t obedient at all now; Stefan would be the first to tell me that. “They wouldn’t have done anything like this without someone telling them, pushing them. Someone only pretending to be submissive, which I would’ve said was impossible,” I told him as I found the logs from when the alert had gone out. I was about to pull it all up when I heard a door slam against a wall. Stefan hit me hard, knocking me out of the chair to land on the floor on my back.