Ten seconds, maybe he could last ten more seconds.
By five, he was ready to die. After seven seconds, Will pushed open the door and fell to the hallway floor on his knees. He looked down the hall, expecting Varsity eyes to be staring back at him. There was no one there.
Will laughed. He’d single-handedly ruined Sam’s big show, and his brother was saved. As soon as he’d heard the announcement over the PA. system about David’s execution, Will couldn’t hide under those gym bleachers any longer.
Who were those kids that carried David off? Scraps, clearly, but he’d never seen Scraps band together bravely like that before. And where did they take David?
As long as David wasn’t in Varsity’s hands, Will was pretty sure David could take care of himself. He had to get back to Lucy in the elevator. He was dying to tell her everything that had happened. He was tingling as he relived the glory, his lips moving slightly as he rehearsed his delivery.
Buoyant conversation and laughter echoed down the hall.
Will ducked into the nearest stairwell and pressed himself against the wall. He had a clear view of some Freak girls. They had smudged ash mascara and matching blue bobs that hid their eyes. They were returning home from the market.
“That was literally the sickest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“In a good way?
“Totally. I’m in love.”
Will grinned, psyched to hear about his handiwork.
“David’s cute, huh?”
What?
“Is it wrong that the cord around his neck got me hot? I just wanted crawl on top of him-”
“Omigod, you are mentally ill!”
The girls laughed.
“People are saying he planned the whole thing. Like, he let them capture him so he could make Varsity look stupid.” Will curled his lip.
“Whoa. Really? Wow. It totally worked.”
“That sounds so like him. I used to know him. He’s kind of a genius.”
How could they call David a genius? He didn’t plan dick.
The Freak girls walked toward the stairwell. Will had enough time to run up the stairs and disappear, but he didn’t.
He stuck his hands in his pocket and leaned against the wall inside the stairwell with his coolest pose. These girls were going to get all flustered when they saw the guy who saved David’s life. The girls stepped through the doorway.
He smirked at them, “’S up?”
“Ew… Scrap,” the first said.
The second girl pulled her friends along, up the stairs.
They had to be joking. Did they just not see what he did?
“David stands for something. Like, he’s a really good person,” the third said as the girls continued up the stairs.
“I know,” her friend said. “He’s, like, a saint for taking care of his little brother with all those problems. Its so sad.”
“You’re sad!” Will shouted.
The girls flipped him off and disappeared up the next flight.
Unbelievable, Will thought. Freaks suck. He rolled back into the hall to go home.
Ten minutes later, he was at the elevator. He slipped into the control closet and then up through the vent. After a few rungs of the ladder he hopped into the darkness, knowing
just where his feet would land. They made a brassy boom against the metal of the elevator. The sound hung in the air. There was no light on inside the car. He dipped his head down inside, gripping the sides of the hatch hard. No one was inside.
“Lucy?” He said for good measure.
No answer.
Will pulled himself back up and sat on the roof of the elevator shaft. He tried to make sense of her absence. He was starting to panic about David too. Things might not have gone as smoothly as he thought after David escaped the market.
No. Everything’s fine, he thought. Lucy just left out of curiosity, but she’s smart. She wouldn’t go far. She’ll be back.
He decided to stay cool and wait. He dropped back into the elevator, lit a candle, and picked up a book of short stories David had been reading. The creaking of the elevator’s steel cables reverberated up and down the shaft, sounding like a fingernail slowly scratching down the string of an electric bass. Will tried to concentrate on the story but couldn’t. He tossed the book aside and just sat, staring at the candle. He tapped his fingers. He didn’t know for how long.
I gotta get out of here.
Will pulled himself out of the elevator and climbed the ladder to the vent. There was no way he could sit still, and he figured that if he kept moving he’d eventually run into either Lucy or David. He crawled through the vent to the closet and pushed open the door to the hallway.
Two identical pale faces stared back at him.
“Gah!”
Will stumbled back into the closet and pulled the door shut.
He held firm on the knob. He waited for the invaders to tug on the door. Or knock. Anything. But nothing happened. Will leaned close to where the door met the frame.
“Hello?” he said.
“Is-is-” a boy’s voice began.
“You Will?” a girl’s voice finished.
Will crinkled his nose, confused. “Yeah,” he said.
“Got a letter for you.”
“Slide it under the door.”
A scrap of paper appeared at his feet. Will picked it up and opened it, straining to read it in the darkness. He pulled a lighter from his pocket and sparked it. The lighter was almost empty and produced only a blue nub of flame. On the scrap was written: “Lucy’s with me. These kids will take you to us. D.” Will relaxed when he recognized David’s handwriting. He pushed open the door and came face-to-face with the ghoulish twins. They shared the same cringing smile; it revealed more nostril than teeth.
“We don’t bite,” the boy said.
The girl covered her mouth and giggled. Will turned up his nose, crumpled up the paper, and pocketed it.
“You two are weird looking,” Will said, “and that’s saying something in this dump.”
The boy kept a straight face, but the girl sneered at Will and spit to acknowledge the insult. The saliva dribbled down her shorts. The twins turned in unison and walked away from Will. He figured that was his cue to follow.
“I mean, seriously, are you two okay? How long have you been dead? I think I bunked up with a friend of yours in a locker a little while ago.”
They giggled. Will craned his head, surprised at their response. But they weren’t listening to him. They were communicating with each other through barely audible whispers and slight hand gestures. Another flourish of giggles and a glance back at Will. They were talking about him. Will sped up to see if he could hear what they were saying.
“… ehse ogto suey-sus…”
The girl giggled hard this time. A mucous bubble expanded from her nose and then popped. Part of the bottom of her oversize T-shirt was crusted into a point. She lifted it and wiped her nose. Will stifled a gag.
“Let me guess? Single?” Will said.
