Gone (Gone #1)(81)

There were limits to the power cf the Darkness, no matter how terrifying it might be. It needed to use the coyotes—and Lana—to carry out its will. And there were limits to what the Darkness knew, as well.

She knew what she had to do.

"Go ahead, kill me" Lana said. She arched her neck, presenting it for htm, defiant."Go ahead,"

One quick bite and it would all be over, She would let the wound bleed. She wouldn't heal it but would let her arteries pump her life out onto the desert sand.

At that moment, part of Lana wasn't sure she was bluffing. The Darkness had opened a door in her mind, a door to something almost as frightening as the Darkness itself.

"Go ahead," she challenged the coyote. "Go ahead and kill me *

The coyote leader faltered. He let loose an anxious, mewling sound. He had never caught helpless prey that did not struggle for life.

It was working. Lana pushed Pack Leader's wet muzzle away. She stood up, her ankle still painful.

"If you're going to kill me, kill me"

Pack Leaders brown and yellow eyes burned holes in her.

But she did not back down. "I'm not afraid of you."

Pack Leader flinched. But then his eyes went to Patrick, and back, with a sly sideways leer. "Kill dog"

It was Lana's turn to flinch. But she knew instinctively that she could not show weakness. "Go ahead. Kill him. Then you'll have no way to threaten mo "

Again Pack Leader's scarred face showed contusion. The thought was complicated. It was a thought with more than one move, like trying to play chess and anticipate what would happen two or three moves further on.

Una's heart leaped.

Yes, they were stronger and taster. But she was a human being, with a human brain.

The coyotes had changed in some ways from what they had been: some had muzzles and tongues that now allowed tortured speech, and they were bigger than they should have been, stronger than they should have been, even smarter than they had any right to be. But they were still coyotes, still simple, driven by hunger, by the desire for a mate, by a need lor a place within the pack.

And the Darkness had not taught them how to lie or bluff.

"The Darkness says you teach," Pack Leader said, falling back on familiar territory.

"Fine" Lana said, her brain buzzing, trying to decide where to lead this conversation. Looking for the advantage. "You leave my dog alone. And you get me some decent food. Some food that humans eat, nol filthy half-chewed rabbits. And then I'll teach"

"No human food here"

That's right, you filthy, mangy animal, Lana thought as the next move fell into place. No human food here.

"I noticed" she said, tamping down the triumph in her voice, keeping her face carefully neutral, giving nothing away. "So take me to the place where the grass grows. You know what Fm talking about. The place where the patch of green grows in the desert. Take me there, or take me back to the Darkness and tell the Darkness you cannot control me."

Pack Leader didn't like that, and he expressed his frustration not in human speech but in a series of angry yipping sounds that reduced the rest of the pack to anxious skulking.

He twisted away from her in a pantomime of frustration, unable to control or hide his simple emotions.

"See, Mom." Lana whispered as she pressed healing hands on her ankle. "Sometimes defiance is a good thing"

Finally* without a word. Pack Leader trotted off toward the northeast. He moved, and the pack followed, but slowly, at a pace that Lana could match.

Patrick fell into step beside his nasten

"They're smarter than you, boy," Lana whispered to her dog. "But theyVe not smarter than me."

"Wake up. Jack."

Computer Jack had fallen asleep at the keyboard. He was spending nights in the town hall, working to deliver on his promise of assembling a primitive cell phone system. It wasn't easy. But it was fun.

And it took his mind off other things.

It was Diana who had awakened him, shaking his shoulder.

"Oh, hi" Computer Jack said.

"That computer keyboard face? It's not a great look for you."

Jack felt his face and blushed. There were imprints of the square keys on his cheek.

"Big day today" Diana said, moving across the room to the small refrigerator. She pulled out a soda, popped it open, raised the window shade, and drank while looking down at the plaza.

Computer Jack adjusted his glasses. One side was a little askew. "It's a big day? Why?"

Diana laughed in her knowing way. "We're going home for a visit."

"Home?" It took Jack a few seconds to click. "You mean to Coates?"

"Come on, Jack, say it like you're excited " "Why are we going to Coates?"*

Diana came to him and put her hand against his cheek. "So smart. And yet, so slow sometimes. Don't you ever read that list Caine has you keep? You remember Andrew? It's his happy fifteenth. We have to get up there before the hour of doom."

"Do I have to go? I have all this work to do. -. "

"Fearless Leader has a plan that includes you " Diana said. She spread her hands, dramatic* like she was a magician revealing the payoff of an illusion, "We're going to film the big moment."

Jack was both frightened and excited by the idea. He loved anything involving technology, especially when it gave him an opportunity to show off his technical knowledge. But, like everyone, he'd heard what happened to the twins. Anna and Emma, He did not want to see anyone die, or disappear, or whatever it was they did.