United as One (Lorien Legacies #7)(28)

“What is it?”

I’ve barely gotten the question out when Five hits me in the stomach with his shoulder. The air goes out of me immediately. He’s like a cannonball. He doesn’t have arms to grasp me, so it’s all force that keeps my midsection pressed firmly to Five’s shoulder. We careen straight out the door of his cell, right past Nine, who doesn’t react quickly enough. The marines outside scream in surprise.

We let our guard down for one second and this is what happens. How stupid could we be?

Five slams me up against the wall opposite his cell, high up, so the top of my head actually brushes the ceiling. I hear shouts from the soldiers, hear their weapons cock.

“Don’t!” Nine shouts. “You’ll hit John!”

Five flies away from me, and I start to slide down the wall. But he isn’t letting me go; he’s just getting a better position. As I fall, his legs wrap around my chest. One of my arms is pinned against my side in his leg-lock. The other I manage to squeeze free.

I fire up my Lumen on my free hand and grasp at Five’s leg, trying to pry myself loose. I burn through the front of his pajama pants, hear the skin on his leg crackle and pop and then—

Whoosh!

All of Five’s skin becomes fire, his Legacy kicking in. Even though I’m immune to being burned, I still jerk backwards, surprised. The straitjacket burns clean off him, fiery shreds falling to the hallway floor beneath us. Now he doesn’t need his legs to grasp me. He reaches down and wraps his flame-covered hands around my throat.

“Thanks for the fire, John, you predictable, arrogant prick!”

He flies us up, hard, and slams me against the ceiling. Then, immediately, back down, dashing me against the floor. Nine leaps at us, and Five swings me around like a human shield. I hear Nine grunt as my legs hit him across the side of the head. Then I’m rising up again, Five flying me down the hall at great speed.

“That first time I took you flying? God, how bad I wanted to drop you! You don’t even know. Time to make up for that!”

It’s dizzying. We go slamming through doors, into empty cells, into new hallways where panicked shouts greet us. Five takes every opportunity to throttle me against a wall or a ceiling or the floor. It’s hard to tell sometimes just which surface my ribs are cracking against, it’s so disorienting. I catch a glimpse of Nine sprinting along behind us and realize that he’s running on the walls, using his antigravity Legacy to keep from having to plow through any bystanders. Five must see him, too, because he doubles back, and we streak towards Nine like a meteor. Nine has to dive out of the way to avoid getting crushed or burned, and, before he can recover, Five has zipped us around another corner.

I’m on my own here.

Thanks to being fireproof, I’m not concerned with Five’s literally flaming skin. It’s the way his hands are crushing my windpipe that I really have to worry about. Every time Five dashes me against a new surface, his grip slackens a bit, and it gives me a chance to breathe. With the way he’s buffeting me around, it’s a constant struggle to keep getting oxygen.

“Beloved Leader came to me in a dream!” Five shouts right into my face. The socket of his missing eye is completely filled with fire. “He said he’d forgive me if I told him how to find you. I told him I’d do even better and kill you myself!”

A snarl of rage builds in my aching throat. Enough!

I pound both of my fists down on Five’s forearms in an effort to break his grip. He grunts but doesn’t let go of my neck. We go careening into a wall, then the ceiling, always with me cushioning the hit for Five.

I lean my head back, make sure my eyes are aimed directly at Five, and let loose Daniela’s stone-vision.

He’s too fast. As soon as the beam leaves my eyes, Five gets one of his hands up to block me from blasting him full in the face. That’s one less hand around my neck, though. Five lets out a creepy little laugh as his hand turns to stone, then mashes that newly leaden appendage right into my face. He keeps the pressure on, covering my eyes so that I can’t get off another shot with the stone-vision.

Still, it’s an opening. I can breathe now with only one of Five’s hands holding my throat. Not only that, but I’ve managed to gain some leverage. I grab him around the neck and twist, spinning us so that he takes the brunt of the next fall. We crash into something—it must be the floor, I still can’t see—and I immediately make sure that I keep Five pinned. In control now, all my weight thrown against Five, I throttle him against the floor over and over.

His stone hand drops away from my eyes, and I can see the look of pain cross his face. The flames covering his body blink out, leaving behind fragile, normal skin. I don’t stop. I keep slamming him. Now it’s Five gasping for breath.

“John—John—look down!” he manages to wheeze out.

Another trick, probably. But there’s something about the way Five says it, all that malice gone from his voice.

I glance down and see the floor, fifteen feet below us. I’m not slamming Five against the ground at all; I’m pressing him against the ceiling.

I’m flying. In complete control.

“You said—you said heat of the moment,” Five croaks. “I thought some motivation might—might help you learn. Do it—do it by instinct.”

I don’t know what to say. I let a deep-breath whistle through my teeth and my fury dissipates, while still holding Five against the ceiling. Slowly—in control now—I float us down to the ground. I glance around. We’re in a hallway in the infirmary section of the base. It’s all but deserted over here. Distantly, I hear footsteps racing down a nearby hall. Probably Nine and the soldiers trying to catch up.