James Knapp - Element Zero

“She had a name!” Penny shouted. I didn’t think I’d ever heard her do that either. It actually stopped me cold for a second.

Before me and before Penny, Ai had pinned her hopes on some girl named Noelle Hyde as the one that was going to save the world. She didn’t work out so good, though, and so from what I could get, they had to kill her. Penny never talked about her. I never really thought much about if they knew each other or how much or for how long. I could tell by her face that this time it was me who crossed the line, and opened my mouth to maybe take it back or something, but it was too late.

“She had a name,” she said in a low voice. Every muscle in her body looked tense, like she wanted to break my neck or something.

She wouldn’t, though. Even if she tried, she wouldn’t be able to. I was no match for her physically, but if I had to, I could make her stop. If I wanted to, I could kill her.

“I know,” I said. I was breathing hard.

“Sometimes you keep talking when you really should just shut up,” she said.

Heat rushed up my neck, and I was just about to lay into her when the screen on the dash lit up again with an incoming call. This time it was from Ai.

Penny frowned, and we glared at each other, but when Ai called, you didn’t keep her waiting. Penny took a deep breath and answered.

Ai’s face appeared on the screen. Her eyelids were half-closed, like when she was concentrating, and her pupils were dilated. The prominent vein on the right side of her neck bulged, and every few seconds she twitched, just barely. She’d drugged herself like she sometimes did to enhance her abilities, and she looked like she was tripping hard this time.

“Where are you two? What is your exact location?” she asked. I closed my eyes for a second and when I concentrated, I could sense her. She was reaching out from the top of Alto Do Mundo to find us. Something was wrong.

“We left the Stillwell base,” Penny said. “We’re headed back now.”

“You left the Stillwell base nearly two hours ago,” Ai said, still staring into space. “Listen to me carefully: forget whatever you’re fighting about and—”

“She started it—” I said, and before the last word even got out of my mouth, I felt her reach into my head. She reached right through the anger and the drunkenness, and it was like a cold hand grabbed some primal part of me and made my body jump. Penny jumped in the seat next to me, her mouth stuck open.

“Don’t ever interrupt me,” Ai said. “Listen, and do what I say. You’re both in danger—”

Penny could still drive, but that didn’t change the fact that she was drunk and about as distracted as you could get. Her reflexes were good, but even she wasn’t fast enough to react when a man appeared in the headlights in front of us.

For a second, everything seemed to slow down so much that it almost stopped. I could see Ai’s big lips move as she kept talking, but all I could hear was a sort of dull, white noise as Penny cut the wheel and the car tilted on its suspension. Through the windshield, big flakes of snow drifted toward us, past the man in the street. He was dirty and bundled in filthy clothes that hung from his scrawny frame. His cheeks were hollow, and through his parted lips I could see teeth that were yellow and brown.

He looked up from the headlights that bore down on him. He looked right through the glass, right at me, and I could see black spots that branched through the whites of his wide eyes. They followed me as the car began to veer, and he just stood there like he was completely unaware of what was happening.

You’re in terrible danger, I felt Ai’s presence say from where it sat in the back of my mind. She was calling us, calling us to come back home. She wanted us to come quickly, and I could feel the urgency building up inside me.

I didn’t think; I just reached out to the man in the street the same way Ai was reaching out to me. Certain minds were easier to control than others. If a mind was receptive enough, I could reach across the city and touch it, but from a few feet away I could push almost anyone. If I could snap him out of his trance and make him move, then he might have enough time.

The inside of the car got bright as my pupils opened all the way and the light from the dash and the headlights swallowed up almost everything except the man’s face and those strange, blotchy eyes. I concentrated on him, looking for the swirling colors of his consciousness and the bright electric bands underneath that controlled everything. I focused on him as hard as I could as we bore down on him, but instead of the aura that should have been there, I pushed through into nothing but a black void. It was like stepping off the side of a cliff into a huge, bottomless pit.

He’s dead, I thought. Where his thoughts should have been, there was just emptiness. He was dead. It was a revivor.

The car struck him above the knees, and the expression on his face never changed as muscle rippled under the impact and the bones inside snapped. His body pitched forward over the hood as his feet left the ground and one old boot flew off, the rubber heel flapping. His face struck the windshield, and half-rotted teeth shattered against the bulletproof glass.

The car was sliding, and Penny cut the wheel again to compensate as the man’s body tumbled past, tearing the side mirror free as he spun like a rag doll in the air. Only a few feet away, two more men stood in the path of our car, and as I heard the shriek of tires cut through the white noise, I screamed.

Past the two men, I saw three more, and then the road curved past a building face to join the main drag, where every car was stopped. Penny cut the wheel again, but it was too late. The car went into a skid, and I felt the two bodies slam against the door. A head struck the window and sprayed blood, but as everything streaked by, I saw nothing but darkness around them. They had no lives to lose. They were all already dead.

They’re all revivors, I said to Ai’s presence.

We hit the guardrail head-on. The street, the people, and all the cars whipped past the windshield as the rear wheels came up off the ground behind us, and then we were spinning, end over end through the air.

It was dark, and they were all around me. Their bellies were swollen, and the meat inside them had begun to rot. They’d dragged me underground into what used to be an old ammo dump, with decaying wooden walls and a ceiling that buckled under the soft earth above it. It was filled with bones and scraps of clothing. They’d used this place before.

Move. You have to move.

I’d relived that day more times than I could count. Every time I told myself to fight, and every time I didn’t until the first set of teeth bit down. No matter how many years passed, I couldn’t shake it; from the crooked teeth that punched through first, to the cold tongue that touched the mouthful of skin.

Pain bored into my shoulder as the thing’s wet, grimy hair tickled my neck and face. I heard the crunch and screamed. It raised its head with a chunk of my flesh clenched in its teeth, while another one crowded in and bit down where the blood was pumping out. They were eating me. They were eating me alive.

You have to move.

I pushed against them, but the space was too tight. They were too heavy. A knee bashed into my ear. I tried to twist my head, but they had me pinned. A thumb slipped into my eye socket and warmth gushed down my cheek, into my ear. With the eye I had left, I saw one of them pulling a big strip of skin away. In the dim light, I could make out the chest hairs sprouting from it.