Gone (Gone #1)(60)

"Bag his hands," Diana said.

Sam resisied but he didn't haw control of his muscles. Something went over his left hand, then his right. Strong lingers held him securely.

When he could focus at last he stared stupidly at what had been done. His wrists were lashed together with a plastic tie. And around each hand was a deflated Mylar balloon, duct-taped in place.

Diana Ladris knelt down, bringing her face to his leveL "It's Mylar. It's a reflective surface. So I wouldn't try to turn on your mojo, Sam: you'd fry your own hands."

"What are you doing?" Sam slurred.

"Your brother wants to have a nice conversation with you"

That made no sense and Sam wasn't sure he'd heard right The only person he ever called "brother" was Quinn, "Let Astrid go" Sam said.

Drake moved past Diana and kicked Sam onto his back, legs twisted beneath him. Drake stood over him and pushed the end of his bat down against Sam's Adam's apple. The same move he had used on Ore the night before. "If you're a good little boy, we'll be nice to your girlfriend and her retarded brother. If you cause trouble, I'll mess her up."

Little Pete had begun his windu;> to a foil howl.

"Shut that kid up or Til shut him up for you," Drake snapped at Astrid. Then, to Howard, Panda, and the others, he said. "Grab ihe big hero here and throw him in a grocery cart"

Sam was lifted and dropped into a cart.

Howard was the one pushing. "Sammy. Sammy, Sammy School Bus Sam is Grocery Cart Sam now, huh?"

Drake leaned over and the last thing Sam saw was a strip of duct tape coming down over his eyes.

They pushed him down the highway in the grocery cart. They pushed him through town. He couldn't see but he could feel the bumps. And he could he^r the laughter and taunts of Howard and Panda.

Sam tried to make sense of the route, tried to figure out where they were going. After what seemed like a long time he could feel that they were going uphill.

Howard began to complain. "Man, somebody help me push this thing. Yo, Freddie, man, help me out."

The cart accelerated for a while, then slowed again. Sam could hear heavy breathing.

"Get some of these people just standing around," Freddie demanded.

"Yeah, Hey, you: come here and help me push this cart" "No. man. No way"

Quinn, Sam's heart leaped, Quinn would help. The cart came to a stop.

Howard said,"What, you afraid your boy here will find out what you've been up to?" "Shut up, man," Quinn said.

"Sammy, who do you think gave us the heads-up you were going shopping with Astrid? Huh?"

"Shut up, Howard," Quinn said, sounding desperate.

"Who do you think told us about your powers, Sam?"

"I didn't know they were going to do this" Quinn said. "I didn't know, brah"

Sam found he wasn't even surprised. But still, Quinn's betrayal hurt more than anything brake had done to him. He wanted to yell at Quinn. He wanted to call him a Judas. But yelling, shouting, crying would make him seem weak.

"I didn't know, brother, I'm teling you the truth" Quinn said.

"Yeah. You thought maybe we just wanted to hold a meeting of the Sam Temple fan club" Howard said, and laughed at his own wit. "Now grab on and push,"

The cart started moving again.

Sam felt sick inside. Quinn had betrayed him, Astrid was with Drake and Diana. And there was nothing he could do.

It seemed to take forever. But finally they stopped.

Without warning the cart tipped over and Sam landed on pavement. He rolled over onto his hands and knees and tried to surreptitiously scrape the Mylar against the concrete.

The kick to his ribs knocked the wind out of him.

"Hey" Quinn yelled. "You don't have to be kicking him *

Hands grabbed Sam by the arms and then he heard Ore's voice. "You make any trouble. I'll beat you down."

They marched him, stumbling, up a set of steps. There was a door, large from the sound of it. Then their feet echoed on polished linoleum.

They paused. Another door opened. Sam was marched through. Ore kicked him in the back of the knees and he fell facedown.

Ore straddled his back, grabbed his hair, and pulled his head back sharply.

"Take the tape off," a voice commanded.

Howard picked at the edge of the tape, got a hold, and ripped it off, taking part of Sam's eyebrows with it.

Sam recognized his surroundings immediately The school gym.

He was on the polished wood floor with Caine standing calmly before him, arms crossed, gloating. "Hey, Sam " Caine said.

Sam swiveled his head to left and right. Ore, Panda, Howard, Freddie, and Chaz ail armed with baseball bats. Quinn tried to shrink out of sight.

"You have a lot of guys, Caine I must be dangerous."

Caine nodded thoughtfully"! like to be careful. Of course, Drake has your girlfriend. So if I was you, I wouldn't try to cause any trouble. Drake is a violent, disturbed boy."

Howard laughed.

"Let him up" Caine ordered.

Ore climbed off Sam's back but not without digging a knee into his ribs first. Sam stood, shaky, but glad to be off the floor.

He studied Caine closely They'd met at the plaza when Caine had first arrived. Since then, Sam had seen Caine only in passing.