I had been enjoying the feel of the soft bed against my skin, something in great contrast to the marked discomfort I felt on the inside from what I was watching. Self-consciousness came over me as I realized I wasn’t dressed for visitors, then tried not to care.
I jumped to my feet as the door slid open again to admit a familiar face. Zack walked in wearing a leather jacket, his hair tousled, and gave me a smile. I breathed a sigh of relief; I hadn’t seen him since Wolfe attacked the Directorate. Then I felt a stir of embarrassment for my attire; I would have preferred to greet him in something more presentable. Or presentable at all, really. I stood in place, ummoving, the bed between us. His arm was immobilized in a sling and his face was flecked with cuts. A bandage still covered his nose but otherwise he looked fine.
“How are you holding up?” he asked after he’d seated himself at the table in the corner of the room. I sat across from him, reminded of the last time we had talked like this, in the cafeteria a few days earlier.
“Me?” I asked, breaking through the dark clouds of emotion. “I’m fine, physically. You still look wrecked, though.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Physically, huh? Yeah, I look pretty rough. Us humans don’t heal as quick as you metas. I wasn’t asking about how you’re doing physically, I can see you’re fine.” He sat back and winced as he bumped the back of the chair with his elbow. “How are you holding up…in other areas?”
“You mean emotionally?” Two days of beating the hell out of myself for my cowardice left me without the strength to lie. “I feel like crap. Lower than low.” My voice came out so matter-of-factly, Zack blinked in disbelief. “I feel like I’ve sacrificed the lives of everyone who’s died so I can save my own ass.”
His disbelieving expression spread from a cocked eyebrow to the downturned corners of his mouth. “Do you think you can beat him?”
“No, I don’t think I can beat him.” The sterile air of the room washed through my nose as I took a breath. “I don’t think I can even come close.”
“Then why try?” He looked at me with incredulity. “You made the smart play. Wolfe’s a psycho killer; he’s lived way longer than any of us; he’ll outlive us all unless M-Squad can kill him. You’re crazy if you don’t let us protect you.”
“How long?” I asked, the emotion breaking into my voice. “How long do I keep watching them report person after person dead? How long can I hide behind you guys? Don’t you think at some point Wolfe will get tired of slaughtering innocent people and come back here for another round?” I stared at my hands, pressed palm down on the cold surface of the metal table. Everything in this place had the feel of sterility, of having never been lived in.
“Old Man Winter doesn’t think that’ll happen.”
“Then Old Man Winter’s crazy.” I pulled my hands up and folded them. “Wolfe loves to kill and he loves pain. He’ll come back here sooner or later, when he gets tired of the slaughter. He’ll go through the dormitory building before you drive him off again, or try to get through HQ – he’ll find me eventually, and all that’s going to be different is how many people he kills between now and that day.” The quiet certitude of that thought filled me, and I watched Zack’s expression deteriorate as he pondered it.
“It’s not gonna happen like that. M-Squad is coming back. You’ve never met them: they are the toughest metas you can imagine. They’ll set a trap for Wolfe and they’ll punch his ticket. That’s if the Minneapolis cops don’t get him first.”
“He’ll go through them like a boat through water.”
“Yeah, in ones and twos – but they’ll be deploying in big numbers and call in state and FBI for a case like this.” Zack’s eyes were animated. “My degree is in criminal justice. Once they get a taste of him, they may even call in the National Guard. Mark my words, this town’s about to get too hot for Wolfe. He’ll either bail or—”
“Decide it’s not worth the trouble waging a campaign of terror and turn right back to attacking the Directorate.” I stared him down. “And we’re back to the same place – how many die before he gets me?”
Zack almost seemed to retreat. “He’s not some invincible god creature. He’s just damned strong and canny.” Suspicion clouded his features. “You almost sound like you’ve given up. You eager to get raped to death by him?”
“That’s so stupid I’m not going to dignify it with a response,” I shot back. “But he seems unstoppable! So the alternatives are run and hide somewhere else – which lets him slaughter a whole bunch more people so I can get away or keep hiding here, which again leads to the slaughter of more people and eventually me. Or I could just get it over with now.”
My fingers crept up to my face, lending it support. I was more tired than I was willing to acknowledge. “The idea of him slaughtering more people is wearing on me. It’s wearing on my mind. My conscience. What did any of them do to deserve this?”
“Deserve doesn’t have much to do with it,” Zack said in a gentle tone. “What did you do to deserve having this psycho want to gut you?”
I paused before answering, and a steady flash of images rolled before my eyes, of all the times I’d ended up in the box, all the little crimes I’d perpetrated, all the little acts of defiance against Mom. All the punishments, all the times I was bad. “I don’t know,” I mumbled, lying.
“Listen…” He paused. “Old Man Winter is sending me to South America with a couple other guys to track down M-Squad. Figure I’m going to be gone for a few days because we don’t know exactly where they are. While I’m gone…” He paused again and his eyes bored into mine. “Please don’t do anything crazy, like go after Wolfe.” He thought for a second and amended, “Again.”
I sat very still, fighting not to make a sound. When I answered him, it was as bold a lie as I thought I could get away with. “I don’t think they’d let me out at this point.”
His voice hinted that his disbelief at my last answer had carried over to this one. “I don’t think you’re the sort to ask permission after you’ve made a decision. Which is why I’m asking you…” A hint of pleading entered his tone. “Please let me get M-Squad. Just hold on until I get back.”
The earlier picture of the family from the news, their accusing eyes, shot through me. “People are dying.”
“I know.” He nodded and bowed his head in a sort of solemnity. “And I really, really don’t want you to be one of them. Old Man Winter says there’s a reason…something about you had Wolfe’s employer pull out all the stops and send him instead of anybody else. He says it means you’re important…maybe even vital…to what’s going to happen in the future.”
At that moment I would have happily given up everything I had, including my so-called powers, whatever they might be, in exchange for a destiny that included me living a normal life where I never had to worry about people dying for me. Maybe a boyfriend, eventually a husband, a house I could leave at will, a job, friends…minor things. “I could stand to be a little less important at this point,” I said with muted interest. I was so down I didn’t even care much what that meant.
“I don’t want to see you get killed.” Zack lowered his head to try and meet my eyes. I didn’t look away from him, but I didn’t have much energy left. “You’ve had a rough life so far, and I’d hate to see you get taken out before you had a chance to actually live it.”
“Live it?” I echoed. “How?”
“Have you ever been to a movie in the theater?” He stared back at me, slight smile lightening his face. “Or been out to a restaurant and then to a club? Done any dancing? Been to a concert? Gone to the mall? Comedy show? Theater? Been to Valley Fair?” I shook my head after each question, remembering commercials I’d seen, things I’d put on a list in a diary that had been under my bed for years, something I’d outgrown.