“You killed my dad, you fucker,” she spits. “I loved you and you killed my dad!”
What am I supposed to say? She’s right, and I don’t regret any of it. I could kill everyone in this room and not give any of them a second thought. Except Lizzie, perhaps. I can’t take my eyes off her. It’s suddenly like we’ve never been apart, and for a single brief and foolish moment the irrevocable difference between us seems trivial and unimportant. She slaps me again. I try to turn away, but she still hits me with full force. The pain’s good. It wakes me up. I start trying to get my hands free of the plastic ties they’re using to hold me.
“We should kill him,” the pregnant woman snarls, holding her swollen belly.
“That’d make us as bad as him,” Lizzie answers quickly before turning her attention back to me. She’s nervous. Scared. She forces herself to talk to me. “Why are you here?”
“Looking for you,” I answer quickly.
“Haven’t you hurt me enough?”
“Not about you. Ellis. Need to know what happened to her.”
“Why?”
“Why do you think? She’s like me. She should be with me.”
“What, so you can let her loose outside to kill? So you can let her run wild and…?”
I shake my head and stare into her face again, still trying to get my hands free behind me.
“I want to take her with me. I want to look after her and take care of her. I don’t want her out there fighting on her own.”
“I don’t want her fighting at all. She’s just a kid…”
“I just want her with me, Lizzie. I want to keep her safe.”
Lizzie slumps back and drops to the floor opposite me, head held in her hands. The Asian guy is still mumbling and cursing at me from the corner of the room. The pregnant woman watches my every move, not daring to look away. Mark tries to appear collected and in control, but I can sense his terror. I feed off their collective fear. It’s empowering. Even together they’re no match for me.
“He’s here to kill us,” Mark says. “Katie’s right, we should have just got rid of him. This was a bad idea.”
I shake my head and spit a lump of bloody phlegm onto the carpet.
“Not interested in any of you. Just Ellis. Let me know what happened to her and I’ll go.”
“Don’t listen to him. Let him go and the fucker will kill us.”
I shake my head again.
“I won’t. I can control it. I’d never have got this deep into the city if I couldn’t. I can hold the Hate. They taught me.”
“Who did?” Lizzie asks.
“People like you.”
“This is bullshit,” the pregnant woman yells. “Why you?”
“Not just me. Others, too…”
“But why…?”
“Haven’t you heard what’s happening outside? It’s a coordinated attack,” I explain, suddenly desperate for Lizzie to understand. “I came here with other fighters, but I broke away to try to find you.”
“I don’t understand…”
“I’m not interested in killing any of you. I just want to know what happened to Ellis. Tell me what happened to her and I’ll go and you’ll never see me again-”
“Let him take her,” the pregnant woman says. “Get the evil little bitch out of here-”
“Shut up, Katie!” Mark yells.
What did she just say? I can’t believe what I’m hearing. This must be bullshit. She can’t really be here, can she? How could they have kept her hidden and stopped her from attacking for so long? I look from face to face in search of an explanation.
“Ellis is here?”
“In the bathroom,” she shouts, trying to get up again, pointing at a door in the wall opposite me as Mark pushes her back down and tries to cover her mouth.
“Here? But how…?”
Still slumped on the floor in front of me, just out of reach, Lizzie starts to sob.
“I couldn’t let her go. I knew she was like you, but it didn’t matter. Even when she killed the boys I couldn’t bear to let her go…”
Her words dry up as tears take over. I keep trying to move my wrists and bend and stretch my legs to break my binds. Got to get up and get to Ellis…
“He can take her,” says the pregnant woman. “Let him take her.”
“We can’t trust him,” Mark snaps at her.
“Does it matter? Throw the pair of them out the door and let them take their chances-”
Another thunderous explosion interrupts her. They’re getting closer and more frequent now. At this rate the city will have fallen long before 6:00 a.m.
“She’s right,” I tell Lizzie, begging for her to listen and understand. “I promise I won’t hurt you. I’ll take Ellis and you’ll never see either of us again.”
Mark moves forward and picks up the bloodied baseball bat.
“As soon as we let him go he’ll turn on us,” he says, sneering atme.
“For fuck’s sake,” I scream at him in frustration, “will you just listen to what I’m saying? I don’t want to kill any of you-”
“Come on, Lizzie,” the pregnant woman says, calmer now, lowering herself down and kneeling on the floor next to her. “You said yourself you can’t help her. This is the best option for all of us.”
“She’s right,” I agree, as if they’re going to listen to anything I say. Lizzie glares at me. She’s in an impossible situation-whatever choice she makes, she loses. No matter what she is and how I feel about her now, I’m surprised that it still hurts me so much to see her like this. She’s shaking her head.
“I can’t. I just can’t let her go…”
“You don’t have long,” I tell them. “The city doesn’t have long. I can get her to safety. Get her out of here before it’s too late.”
“You’ve hardly got any medication left for her, Liz. You can’t hold her if she’s not sedated. Have you thought about that?”
“Of course I have,” she sobs, looking back and staring at the pregnant girl. “I just can’t stand the thought of her being out there on her own. She’s only five-”
“But she won’t be on her own,” I interrupt. “She’ll be with me.”
“Come on, Danny,” she sighs, wiping her eyes. “You were hardly the world’s greatest dad at the best of times. What chance has she got with you now?”
“More chance than she’s got without me. Look, you’re not thinking straight. Stay here and you’re all dead. This is the best option for her. The only option…”
The hotel room is momentarily silent, the only noise coming from outside. Vibrations shake the floor and walls. Even the Asian man has finally shut up.
Lizzie holds her head in her hands.
“I just can’t. You don’t understand. She’s not like you, remember,” she says. “She’s-”
Before she’s finished speaking, the pregnant woman moves. She lunges toward me, catching me and everyone else completely off guard. She grabs my head and pulls me forward, then leans down behind me. I try to shake her off, but she’s too heavy and I’m squashed under the bulk of her unborn child. As quickly as she attacked she’s up again. She stands opposite, holding one of my knives in her hand. What has she done? Has she cut me or…?
Wait.
My hands are free.
My legs still tied together, I push myself off the wall and reach out for Lizzie. She manages to scramble back out of the way, but the other woman’s not as quick. I grab her right foot and pull her over. She hits the ground right in front of me. Mark tries to react, but the Unchanged are reassuringly slow, and by the time he’s made a grab for her I’ve already got her held tight. I wrap one arm around her throat and hold the knife to her face. Stupid bitch. At least I’ve temporarily silenced the constant fucking noise coming out of her mouth. I lean forward and cut the ties around my ankles, then slowly stand up. Mark goes to move toward me again, but I prick the woman’s cheek with
