Page 10 of The Inheritance
The blurs wrapped around us. I froze. They spun about me like a whirlwind, the four grey beings striking and slicing, while the creature in blue parried with impossible speed. I caught a glimpse of arms in dark armor gripping silver blades and inhuman faces with fangs bared. A second, and they tore across the cavern toward the wall and the mining crew.
Untouched. I was somehow uninjured.
I turned to Stella on my right.
Her head was missing. There was her torso in indigo Magnaprene, her neck, but no head.
The headless body crumpled to the ground.
A gasp came from the side. I turned on autopilot, still trying to process Stella’s missing head. Elena’s guts spilled out of her stomach. The scout clutched at herself. Dark blood poured out of her mouth. She made a horrible gurgling noise and fell.
This couldn’t be happening. It was a weird, horrible nightmare. I was dreaming that I found the magic motherlode of adamantite and then monsters came and killed everyone.
The air smelled like blood and bile. To the left four inhuman creatures tore at their prey in the blue robe, running on the walls and leaping in for the kill only to be knocked aside. Two miners floated in the stream, face down, and the water was red, so red…
Oh God. It’s real. It’s all real.
Panic smashed into me like an icy hammer. I had to get out of here. Now.
The only safe exit was on the other side of the stream. I sprinted across the ridges to the water.
To the left, the fight swung back and forth along the lake’s shore.
I slid over the first rimstone dam, tore through the pool, climbed over the other side, and landed into the stream. Water came up to my thighs and I waded through it, squeezing every drop of speed out of my body.
Half of the mining crew was still drilling.
“Run!” I screamed, waving my arms. “Run!”
Sanders turned, plucking the headphones off his left ear. He saw my face, whipped around, saw the creatures, hurled the drill aside, howled, and ran. The line of miners broke as people charged to the exit.
The world shrank. There was only me and the water trying to stop me. I just had to make it across the stream.
At the cave entrance, Melissa was scrambling up the slope, toward London. The blade warden stared straight at me. Our gazes met.
Help me…
A door slammed shut in London’s eyes.
No. No!
Melissa shoved Anja Presa out of her way. The slender woman slid on the rocks and fell, rolling down to the stream.
I can’t die here. I have to get home to my kids!
I was running so fast. Faster than I’d ever run in my life, and I wasted precious breath on a scream. “Wait! Wait for me!”
London yanked something off his belt. A grenade. He carried aetherium concussive grenades to be used as a last resort.
“Throw it!” Melissa howled and ran past him.
London looked straight at me. His face was cold like ice.
Alex! No!
He dropped the grenade. It rolled toward the stream, bouncing over the limestone. The blue forcefield of his warden talent flared into life, wrapping around London. He turned and fled into the tunnel.
The world exploded.
