Gone (Gone #1)(104)

The words sent a shock of terror to join ihe pain. His arm? They were ...

"Hell kill me if I do it" Panda said.

"Pm nol doing il," various voices chimed in. "No way."

"ill do it," Diana said, disgusted."You're all such big lough guys. Give me the saw"

"No, no, no!" Drake screeched.

"It's the only way to stop the pain" Caine said, almost showing some emotion, some pity. "The arm is done for, Drake-man"

"Thegirl... the freak.,. "Drakegasped,"Shecould fix it"

"She's not here" Caine said bitterly. "She's gone with Sam and the rest of them"

"Do^t cut off my arm" Drake cried."Lei me die. lust let me die. Shoot me."

"Sorry" Caine said. "But I still need you, Drake. Even one-handed."

There was the sound of someone bursting into the room. "All i could find was Tylenol and Advil "Computer Jack said.

"Let's get this over with!* Diana snapped.

Impatient to maim him. Looking forward to it.

"You do this, he's going to kill you," Panda warned.

"Oh, Drake's already decided he wants to do that," Diana said. "Tighten the tourniquet"

"He's going to bleed to death," Jack warned. "There must be big arteries in his arm"

"He's right," Caine said."We need a way to sea! the stump"

"It's already cauterized" Diana said. "I just need to cut below the burn"

"Yeah, okay," Caine agreed.

"I can't reach him through your force field," Diana said. "Can you pull it back to keep lis left side paralyzed, and maybe Panda and some of these other supposedly tough guys can grab on to his stump"

"Let me get a towel* at least. I don't want to touch that" Panda said with revulsion.

"Nobody cuts my arm" Drake rasped. "I'll kill anyone who touches me "

"Let him up, Caine," Diana snapped.

The elephant was off Drake's chest, he could move again. But now Diana's face was inches from his, her dark hair hanging down on his tear-streaked face.

"Listen, you stupid thug," Diana said. "We're cutting off the pain. As long as that burned stump is there, you'll be like this. You'll be screaming and crying and wetting your pants. Yeah, you ve peed yourself, Drake"

Somehow that fact shocked Drake into silence.

"You have one hope. Just one. That we cut off the dead part of your arm and do it without starting the bleeding again"

"Anyone cuts me dies" Drake said. Diana pulled back, out of Drake's view.

Caine said, "Do it Panda. Chunk. Grab that slump"

The pressure was on Drake again, immobilizing him. He didn't feel the towel that was wrapped around his arm or the grip of hands. That purl of his arm was naked bone, all flesh melted away, nerves burned oft\ dead. The pain started higher up, where just enough nerve endings still survived to slam his fevered brain with wave upon wave of agony.

"It's not Diana or Panda or Chunk or even me," Caine said. "It's none of us, Drake. It's Sam. It'jSam who did this to you, Drake. You want him to get away with it? Or do you want to live long enough to make him suffer?"

Drake heard a shimmery, metallic sound. The saw was too big for Diana to handle easily. The blade wobbled a little as she lined it up, "Okay" Diana said. "Hold on to him, HI be as quick as I can be."

Drake lost consciousness, but his dreams were as pain-racked as his waking. He weaved in and out, awake and screaming, asleep and crying.

He heard a distant thump as his arm dropped to the floor.

And then a sudden frenzy of running and yelling, shouted orders and confusion, a flash of Diana threading a needle with bloody fingers. Hands all over him, the pressure squeezing the air from his lungs.

Staring up from the bottom of a deep well, Drake saw lunatic faces looking down at him, eyes wild, bloody faces like monsters.

"He'll live, I think" a voice said.

"God help us if he lives" a voice said. "No. God help Sam Temple." And then nothing.

"Astrid, I need you lo start talking to these kids" Sam said. "Find out their powers. Find out how much control they have. WeVe looking for anyone who might be able to help in a fight."

Astrid looked uncomfortable. "Me? Shouldn't Edilio be doing that?"

"I have a different job for Edilio."

They were in the plaza, sitting wearily on the steps of town hall, Sam, Astrid, Little Pete, and Edilio, Quinn was gone, no one knew where. The liberated Coates kids—the Coates Freaks, as they now proudly called themselves—had been fed at Ralph's and were being fed again by Albert, who was walking among them handing out burgers. Some of the kids had eaten too much all at once and had thrown up. Uui most still had room for a hamburger—even if it was on a toasted chocolate chip waffle.

Lana was just about finishec healing the hands of the refugees. She was staggering from exhaustion and finally, as Sam watched, her legs folded under her and she fell to the grass, Before he could even get up to help, some of the Coates kids stretched her out with gentleness bordering on reverence. They rolled jackets to mak< her a pillow and borrowed a blanket from a tattered pup tent to spread over her.