glare. 'Well, we're not tellin' you anything then.'
'So young, and so untender?' Allander laughed. 'Very well. But I don't think this one has much choice given his present condition.' Allander gestured to the older boy with a flick of his head. 'They don't talk much, you see, when they're in shock.' His eyes narrowed and he dug the knife deeper into the stool. 'It's a very trying time.'
He raised his eyes to the younger boy. 'I will ask you one more time and then I will kill you and I will find out what your name was anyway by hunting around in your room and it will all have been an exercise in futility. So you'd best respond.'
He leaned forward and stared at the boy eye to eye, their noses almost touching. 'What is your name?' he purred.
'My mom said not to give out my name to people.'
'Oh yes. You might find yourself in a dangerous situation,' Allander said, laughing. 'Besides, I don't think your mother's in a position to punish you anymore. Come now. Out with it.'
The ten-year-old bit his lower lip for a minute and didn't respond. Allander flipped the knife over once and caught it by the handle. He began to step off the stool.
'Alex,' the boy said quickly. He never once removed his eyes from the knife's blade.
'Well, Alexander, you and I are going to have some fun. But first, I must take the precaution of removing your brother.'
Alex still kept his eyes trained on the knife. A look of horror was creeping into his eyes; Allander could see it blossoming beneath the clear green irises.
'Don't you hurt him. Don't you hurt Ted.'
'Now whatever makes you think I would hurt Theodore?' Allander asked as he unwound the tape from the older boy's torso.
Ted stared blankly ahead. He stood and walked upstairs when Allander led him by the hand. As soon as Allander was out of view, Alex thrashed madly against his restraints, but could barely get the tape to stretch. He finally sank low in the chair and waited for Allander's return.
After what seemed like an eternity, Allander walked back into the kitchen. 'Please pardon my absence,' he said quietly.
He went over to the cupboard to get a glass, and as he lifted his arm, Alex saw the telltale splash of fresh blood. The young boy began to scream-long, drawn-out, blood-curdling shrieks of terror.
Allander glanced down at his shirt and noticed the blood. 'Well. I'm sorry you had to see that. Horribly inconsiderate of me, but you see, it's important that it's just the two of us. We wouldn't want Theodore butting in and ruining all our fun, now would we?'
He drank his water, setting the empty glass on the counter when he was done. Turning swiftly, Allander yanked a knife from the cutting block. He crossed the room in a flash, pressing the point of the blade to Alex's throat. 'WOULD WE?' he roared.
Alex tried to stop his sobs. He was drooling now, and he tasted the salty mucus running down the back of his throat. He tried to speak, but he couldn't get the words out because of his rapid breathing, so he just shook his head back and forth. No, no, we wouldn't, his actions said.
'Well, finally our tough little soldier has begun to crack under the pressure. But don't feel badly. You've put up an impressive showing for a boy who has just lost a parent before his eyes. You'll bless me for it one day. It's what you really want.'
Allander bent down and began to unwrap the duct tape from around Alex, talking as he worked. 'We're going to have a little wedding, you see. You'll need to find some white clothes to put on and a veil-yes, yes, we do need a veil-and we'll undergo a brief ceremony in which boy is wed to man.' He looked up and smiled at Alex lovingly. 'We'll be married in virgin splendor suitable to the Renaissance.'
Allander worked at a particularly stubborn piece of tape that was stuck to Alex's side. It ripped free, and he continued. 'We'll fuse before ourselves, before our own naked eyes, and we'll find truth. We'll find truth, not happiness, for the two rarely, if ever, coexist.'
When his upper body was freed from the chair, Alex stood, the tape falling from his lap to the ground. Allander was still bent over, pulling the last pieces from the boy's legs. When he finished, he rose slowly, bringing his mouth to Alex's left ear.
'I want you to know you're going to die. For pulling that tough-soldier routine, for trying to intimidate me. Me.' Allander pointed at himself sharply, stabbing his chest with a finger. 'I'm going to kill you no matter what you do. If you act cute, if you act tough, if you act nice-you're going to die all the same. But if you cooperate, then I'll kill you swiftly. Painlessly.'
Alex stood dumbly in Allander's grasp, and it took a moment for the words to sink in. Then, he suddenly seized Allander's shoulders and brought his knee up, squarely catching his captor's testicles. Allander grimaced, waiting for the wave of pain to hit him.
As he fell to the floor, the boy slipped from his hands and disappeared. The searing pain took hold in his groin and spread like wild-fire through his lower stomach, and Allander screamed in agony, clutching himself.
'You stupid child.I'll catch you.I'll catch you and I'll keep you for hours and hours.'
As he screamed, he sprayed droplets of saliva on the wooden floor.
Alex raced to a rounded room off the hallway and leaped inside, swinging the thick wooden door shut behind him. He let the large two-by-four fall into place in its iron holdings, and his muscles relaxed once he knew he was safely locked in. The circular room was the earthquake emergency zone in the house.
The room was small and well-supported, so it had the stability of a door frame. Alex had practiced locking himself in during the earthquake drills that his mother ran from the small schoolroom downstairs.
He reached up and felt for the wire chain that dangled from the single naked lightbulb. He pulled it, and the small room was cast in a dim yellow light. Shelves of food surrounded him, dozens of boxes containing snacks and meals.
He sat back on a canvas bag of sugar and turned off the light. He noticed the knotted rope that extended through the small hole in the ceiling and he smiled. The school bell.
Still on the kitchen floor, Allander rolled over on his back, clutching his injured testicles. He heard a soft ringing float through the air as the clapper struck its first tentative blows, and then the full glory of the school bell burst forth. Allander pulled himself to his knees, swearing loudly.
He limped down the hallway, pausing at the door that he had heard swing shut. He pressed his ear to the door and whispered in. 'Alex. I know you're in there. I'm leaving now, but I'll be back. You won't escape me. I'll find you. And we'll have even more fun then.'
Alex felt the coolness of his sweat layer his body, the rope sliding through his hands. Allander waited until the break between strikes of the bell, and then leaned forward until his lips touched the thick door.
He whispered, his voice just audible to the boy inside. 'I'm going to hurt you, Alex. Hurt you in ways you can't even imagine.' He waited until after the next toll, then continued. 'I don't think you understand. I'm really going to hurt you.'
As Allander's words reached him through the dank air of the small room, Alex realized that he would never have another night of restful sleep. Dead or alive, Allander would haunt him in his dreams and visions, in the waking and sleeping moments of the rest of his life.
Alex sank down to a crouch and hugged his knees tightly. The trembling set in as he heard the front door open and close. He rang the bell again, then sat and waited for help.
Chapter 40
The first light of morning broke from over the mountains as Jade veered across four lanes to exit Highway 280 at Woodside. Travers kept a relaxed expression on her face, but Jade saw her hand gripping the side of the passenger seat. They'd gotten the call from headquarters less than five minutes before. Already there were dogs out combing the woods and hills.
He raced to the rural community, flying over dirt roads and potholes.
'Woodside? Why Woodside?' Travers asked.
