Eve Silver - Push

“Fix it!” I scream at Jackson. “Fix it!”

But he can’t fix it. No one can.

I did this. I killed my best friend.

I should have stayed with her. Should have made sure she got out. Should have defended her against the Drau invasion.

That’s the whole reason I’m in the game. To keep my world safe.

I failed. I failed.

“Jackson,” I sob, crumpling onto Carly’s chest.

“Get off her, Miki,” Jackson says, icy and calm. His tone’s enough to grab my attention. I look up as he pulls his glasses off.

“What are you doing?”

“Get up.”

I do, obeying the rigid expectation in his tone, sitting back on my heels, my whole body trembling.

I’m on one side of Carly and he’s on the other. His gaze meets mine, his eyes Drau gray, swirling, endless, mercury bright. So beautiful. I can’t look away.

But he looks away, hunching over Carly, his hands on her cheeks.

For a second, I just stare at him, bewildered and numb.

“What are you doing?” I grab his arm, confusion bleeding into wariness.

He doesn’t lift his head, doesn’t shake me off. But the tension in his muscles ramps up as he says, “Seeing if it works both ways.”

I stare at his bowed head. Then I gasp in horror as I get what he means. He’s going to bring Carly back. He’s going to do what he did with Lizzie, with me, only in the opposite direction. Give electrical energy instead of take.

I stare at the top of his head. His thumbs slide to Carly’s eyelids, resting there for a second.

“What—”

“If I can keep her alive until we jump, maybe she’ll be okay when we respawn. Maybe she’ll still be alive.”

He’ll save her the way we saved him.

And he’ll pay the price.

“You can’t.” My fingers curl tighter, digging into his arm. “I can’t let you.”

He cuts me a glance. “My choice, Miki. Not yours.”

“They’ll kill you. The Committee. They won’t allow this.”

He lifts his head and his lips shape a dark, predatory smile. “Let them try.”

They won’t need to try very hard. They’re the Committee. They bend time, shift us between realities. He’s no match for them. The thought makes agony burst inside me like a broken pipe.

“I can’t lose you, too. And I will if you even try this. The Committee will take you. Kill you. This time there will be no reprieve. You’ll be dead. And if what you try here doesn’t work, Carly will still be dead. You’ll both be gone.”

I can’t lose them both.

“Then I better make certain this works.”

Jackson lifts Carly’s eyelids so she’s staring, sightless, at the ceiling.

I’m torn, sick, horrified, terrified. I can’t let him do this.

I can’t not let him do it.

Luka’s still yelling at us to tell him what’s going on. There’s a scraping sound, like he’s dragging himself across the floor.

“Jackson,” I whisper.

Please don’t do this.

Please do it.

Save her.

Save yourself.

“You—” I choke on my words, feeling like my insides are being shredded.

Jackson ignores me. He leans close to Carly’s face.

I’m going to lose someone I love tonight. Right here. Right now. Either Carly dies, or Jackson saves her and the Committee takes him. And kills him.

I can’t live with either loss.

I’m shaking so hard my teeth clack together.

“J-J-J-J-J-Jackson—”

He looks at me, his eyes swirling silver.

“She dies, and a piece of you dies, Miki. I can’t let that happen,” he says. “I’ll take my chances with the Committee.”

But we both know his chances are bleak.

I can’t make any words come out. I shake my head.

“What makes you think you get a choice?” he asks, one corner of his mouth lifting in the barest hint of a smile that breaks my heart. His eyes swirl and draw me in. I gasp, feeling the pull, feeling the pain.

He tears his gaze from mine and focuses on Carly.

“Please, Jackson, please—” Please make this all go away, make it better. I can’t lose her. I can’t lose you—

“Oh my God. What happened?”

My head jerks up. Lien and Kendra and Tyrone are standing at the far end of the hall, staring at the scene, identical expressions of horror etching their features stark and tight.

When did they get here? Sometime during the battle, I’m guessing, if their bloody clothes are any indication.

Tyrone looks beyond me, his weapon cylinder lifting, the muzzle erupting with its greasy, black stream. I don’t need to look behind me to know there are more Drau creeping out of whatever hole they were hiding in. I can sense them. Enemy.

Where did they come from? I thought we got them all. But no . . . we couldn’t have or we would have been pulled.

Tyrone runs at them, darts around us, firing. Lien’s right behind him and Kendra behind her. Jackson hasn’t moved. He’s still hunched over Carly, his eyes locked on hers.

I stare at them for a millisecond. I’m no good to anyone kneeling here on the floor, whimpering. Jackson’s risking his life for Carly, for me. The least I can do is buy him time, keep him alive long enough to do the deed.

I have one working arm. The other hangs useless by my side, a vortex of pain thanks to the Drau hit I took earlier. I grab my sword, surge to my feet, and chase after my team.

Light zips up the hallway toward me.

I don’t think, can’t think. I move on autopilot, letting instinct guide me. I bring the blade down with all my might, splitting the Drau’s skull like a melon.

The second wave of Drau surges out of a room at the far end of the hall. Lien wings one, despite the fact that she had a clear shot to take it out. She steps aside and it’s Kendra who claims the kill with a head-shot.

Proof that Luka was right.

Tyrone glances at them and snarls; then he surges forward, shooting. Drau fire rains down on him, hitting him with a thousand tiny points of pain. He jerks but keeps moving.

“Miki!” Jackson shouts. “Get down.”

But his warning comes too late.

THERE’S AN EXPLOSION OF LIGHT AND A SHATTERING DETONATION of sound. My retinas burn, the light tearing into my skull, the sound pulverizing the tiny bones inside my ears.

I’m blinded and my equilibrium is shot. The floor feels like it’s falling out from under me. A hand catches my elbow and guides me down before I fall. Lien? Kendra?

Words come at me in disjointed sound bites like bits of coherence couched in radio static. I string them together as best I can. “I—ot—her.”

I know that voice. It’s the girl. The same girl.

“Lizzie?” I whisper. Or maybe I yell. My hearing’s so messed up I can’t tell the difference.

No answer.

The Drau . . . where are they?

I can’t see, can’t hear. I can’t defend myself. Or Jackson. Or Carly. I almost slash wildly, blindly, in case I manage to hit something, but what if that something is Tyrone or Lien or Kendra?

In the end, I just sit there on the floor, chest heaving, trapped inside myself with only my fear for company.

The Drau? Where are they?

I open myself to the gut instinct that always screams the alarm when they’re near. I get nothing. Radio silence.

Panic threatens. I shove it down, push the lid onto the pot, but it’s bubbling and twitching, trying to break free.

I can’t just sit here, doing nothing. I get up on my knees, push my palms along the floor, sweeping them side to side, hoping I encounter Jackson . . . Carly . . . someone.

I don’t know how much time passes. A second. A year.

The roaring in my ears fades to a buzzing, then to a faint hiss.