"Daniel didn't get within three feet of him," I said.
"That's what I mean. All he did was yell."
"I must have startled him," Daniel said.
Except that Daniel had done the same thing when we were escaping the fire. Whatever it was, he hadn't just yelled loud enough to startle the men. Not when it happened twice. But Daniel stared at us with honest confusion.
"It's not important right now," I said.
"Actually, it might..." Sam shook her head. "You're right. It can wait."
SIX
WE DIDN'T GO FAR from the others. My sense of direction in the forest was uncanny, as my dad always said--along with my ability to find my way back to a spot--but I wasn't relying on that now.
I stopped under a huge tree and said, "I'm going up. I'll look for lights."
Daniel boosted me to the nearest branch. Tree climbing here isn't easy. Many redwoods are like telephone poles vaulting to a canopy of greener limbs way over our heads. It's a matter of finding the right tree to shimmy up.
What made this climb difficult wasn't the tree itself. I'd spent the last couple of hours trying to forget what happened on the helicopter. What happened to Rafe.
That'd been easy when we had to keep everyone moving forward. But when I went up the tree, it reminded me of our climbs together. I could hear his laughter, feel that strange pulse, as if I could sense his heart beating. He seemed to be right beside me, and if I just looked over, I'd see him there, grinning and--
More than once, I almost gave up and slid back down. Told them I couldn't do it. I was too tired. The tree was too difficult.
I let a few tears fall. I caught my breath. And I kept going. Rafe had died to save me, and now I had to help save everyone else.
I climbed as high as I could, past the point where I heard Sam say to Daniel, "Should she be going that high?"
Near the tree's crown, I looked out and my heart plummeted into my soaked sneakers. Trees. That's what I saw. An endless expanse of inky black trees.
I stayed up there for about ten minutes, straining for any sign of light, even the flicker of headlights on a distant road. Then I climbed back down.
"It's dark," I said, after I leaped to the ground.
"Um, yeah," Sam said. "It's night. How the hell you expected to see anything--" She stopped as she realized what I was really saying. "Oh."
"I'll try again in the morning."
But we all knew that if there'd been any houses or inhabited cabins nearby, I should have been able to spot light.
We trudged back to the others and told them.
"There must be people out there somewhere," I said when we finished. "We're not in the middle of Alaska. The nearest house can't be more than ten, fifteen kilometers away."
"Which Corey can't walk with his busted knee," Hayley said.
"I know. That's why we'll split up in the morning. I can move fast--fifteen kilometers isn't even a half-marathon."
"I'll go with you," Daniel said. "I can keep up. For tonight, though, we need to get someplace more sheltered."
I nodded. "We'll need to find a stream, too. Fresh water."
"You mean we have to go farther into the forest?" Corey said. "We got off that island for you, but I'm not sure we should be hiding so far away that we won't see a real rescue team if they come."
And so it began. Round two of the great debate. Once again, we split along the same lines--Sam, Daniel, and I wanted to push on, while Corey, Nicole, and Hayley wanted to stay. Daniel could have swayed Corey. But he was injured and we couldn't bring ourselves to insist he tramp through the forest in agony.
We finally agreed to head closer to the beach, where they could spend the night. We'd return for them in the morning.
Splitting up felt wrong, like we were just being stubborn. Yet as wrong as it felt to separate, it felt even more wrong to stay so close to the crash site. Also, Daniel and I were soaked. We needed to try starting a fire to dry out. We couldn't do that within sight of the crash.
So Sam, Daniel, and I left Corey, Hayley, and Nicole and continued on with Kenjii. We located a stream and followed it until we found a cave where we could spend the night. Well, not so much a cave as a sheltered spot under an outcropping of rock. But sheltered was the key word. Plenty of dead vegetation had blown in and dried out, and Daniel managed to knock rocks together, get a spark, and light a tiny blaze. Considering I'd escaped a raging forest fire earlier that day, I was good with tiny.
We huddled around that small campfire and tried not to think about how cold it was or how hungry we were. Kenjii was dry now, and she felt like a furry hot water bottle between Daniel and me. I should be able to find nuts in the morning, maybe even some late berries. For now, there was nothing we could do about it. We'd drunk from the stream and it was indeed fresh water and that was all we needed, however much our stomachs disagreed.
I looked at Sam, huddled with us by the blaze, and I figured now was a good time to ask her some tough questions. No way was she going to stomp off into the night, away from the heat.
"You know why those people took us," I said. "Or you think you do. It has something to do with you. With why you were searching Mina Lee's cottage, why you took her file on you, and why you flipped out when I grabbed it."
She said nothing.
Daniel had stretched out on his side, cheek propped on his hand. He lifted his head now. "This isn't the time to keep secrets. If you think you know why they're after us, you need to--"
"Benandanti."
Daniel sat up. "What?"
"Benandanti," Sam said. "It's--"
"We know what it is. A cult of Italian witch-hunters killed during the Inquisition."
She stared at us. "Where did you hear that?"
"Mina sent Daniel to a book at the Nanaimo library," I said. "She gave him a reference and page number. It led to an article on the benandanti."
"Oh." She paused, then nodded, her expression ... satisfied. Pleased even. "Well, the book didn't get it right. They never do. Benandanti weren't witch-hunters. They were demon-hunters, who evolved into general-purpose evil hunters. Supernatural evil, that is. So sure, witches would be a target, if witches were hurting anyone with their powers. So would sorcerers, werewolves, vampires, half-demons. Especially half-demons, because they have demon blood and demons were the benandanti's original target."
"You're saying this like ... you believe in it," Daniel said slowly.
Rafe had said skin-walkers had gone extinct, but other races hadn't. He hadn't said what those races were, but I figured it was all those paranormal types Sam just mentioned, ones we still saw in movies and books, continuing to play a role in folklore after others faded. Because they had continued to exist while others, like benandanti, had not.
"You know why Mina sent you to that page, right?" Sam said.
"I figured she picked some random entry in a book no one ever checked out."
"Really?" She met his gaze. "Is that honestly what you think?"
He shifted position, his expression lost in the shadows from the flickering fire. When he didn't answer, Sam continued.
"The book probably told you the main power of the benandanti was dream-walking. They leave their bodies to hunt evil at night. People believed that because it explained how benandanti seemed to strike without anyone seeing them, without leaving a trace on the bodies, without their victims fighting back. The truth is that benandanti do have powers, but dream-walking isn't one of them. They can sense trouble. They can repel trouble. And they can charm and persuade people to do things they might not want to. Does any of that sound familiar, Daniel?"
He didn't answer.
Sam carried on. "Everyone knows you get bad feelings about people, and you're usually right. I bet you got really strong vibes from Mina Lee. She was a half-demon. You might have gotten weaker ones from the pilot, too. He was a minor half-demon, I think. With the power of fire, judging by those burns on Hayley. Mina's power was teleportation."
Daniel had his hand near his mouth, his eyes half closed, expression deliberately hidden. I could see the pulse throbbing in his neck as his heart beat faster. I remembered what he'd said about Mina the first time we met. There's something wrong with her. I remembered how she'd seemed to vanish, not once but twice. Teleportation. And the pilot. Fire.
"You also have the power of persuasion," Sam continued. "I've seen you flip it on like a light switch. It's been getting stronger. Maybe you're telling yourself that you just have a knack for leadership, but deep down, you know it's more than that. And the power to repel evil? I saw you do it on the helicopter. That's how it works. Like a sonic boom. You didn't even need to touch him. It's not a perfect power, though, which is why benandanti are also naturally skilled fighters." She met Daniel's gaze again. "You're seriously going to tell me none of this sounds familiar?"
"If you're saying I'm one of these benandanti--"
"Um, yeah. That's my point."
He shook his head. "No. It's..."
"Crazy?"
"I know something happened on that helicopter," Daniel said. "And it happened earlier today, in the forest with Maya. Whatever it was, it wasn't normal. So if you tell me I have some kind of psychic power that throws people when I get mad, I might believe you. But witches and werewolves and demon-hunters? I don't know where you got all that stuff from but--"
"I'm a benandanti, too," Sam said. "Only my parents didn't hide it from me like yours did."
"You're...?" I couldn't finish.
"Couldn't you tell from my awesome charisma?" Sam gave a twisted smile, almost sad. "My parents said it would develop, along with my other powers, but I kinda think I'm missing that part of the equation. Missing the control part, too, as you may have noticed. I got the fighting bug, and it bites whether I want it to or not. I could sense that Mina was a half-demon, but I missed it with the pilot until he grabbed Hayley. I don't have the repelling part yet, either."
"So that's why you thought Mina was investigating you?" I said.
Daniel looked at me sharply, as if to say, You're buying this?
Before I could speak, a figure burst from the trees, breathing so hard she doubled over. It was Hayley. "They came," she panted.
I crawled out of the cave and stood. "Rescuers?"
She shook her head. "At first, that's what we thought. They pulled up to the island in a boat and they sent a diver into the water. Corey said we had to be careful, just sit tight and watch, but Nicole wouldn't listen. She went down to the shore, waving her arms and yelling, and they saw her and they started coming toward her on the boat. When they got about halfway, she turned and started running back to us, and they ... they shot her."
She fell against me, shaking, and I put my arms around her.
"What?" Sam said, scrambling up. "Who shot Nicole?"
When Hayley didn't answer, Sam tried to wrench her from me, but I shook my head and motioned for her to wait.
When she quieted a little, I asked, "Could you tell if she was okay?"
"Sh-she wasn't. Oh God." Hayley hiccupped a sob. "They shot her in the back, and she fell. She fell and she didn't get up. Corey wanted to go after her, but I wouldn't let him. I know that sounds awful, but there was no way we could get to her without getting shot ourselves. All we could do was watch. They came on shore and they picked her up and carried her to the boat and put her in, and she never moved, and we knew she was..."
Hayley caught on the word, tried again, choked, shook her head. "Gone. We knew she was gone. Then they started shining lights at the forest and we heard them say that we all must be in there. I wanted to run, but Corey couldn't, so he told me to come find you. I didn't want to leave him, but I made sure he was hidden under some bushes, then I snuck away."
We quickly decided Sam should stay behind with Hayley.
Daniel and I had just left when Sam came running after us.
"How much do you guys trust Hayley?" she said.
Hayley and I were not friends. I'd been doped at my sixteenth birthday party--hard to believe it had only been a few days ago--and everyone was sure it had been Hayley.
"Since when do you trust her?" Sam continued. "You know she doesn't like you. Think about it. Shooting Nic? Does that make any sense? Not unless you want a story that'll make us come running back ... straight into a trap. What if these people grabbed Nicole, Corey, and Hayley? They'd want one of them to lure us out of hiding. Who would do it?"
I looked at Daniel. He rubbed his mouth, thinking. Then he said, "Hayley seemed really upset. I don't think she's that good an actor. If it played out the way you said, Hayley would have used the opportunity to escape. She'd tell us Nicole and Corey were both dead so we could all run."
As usual, Daniel's argument worked for Sam, and she agreed to go back and wait with Hayley. If he did have some magical power of persuasion, he didn't need to use it with her.
Had she always sensed what he was? Is that why she liked him?
Were they really both benandanti? Was it a coincidence I'd ended up in the same town as another supposedly extinct supernatural? That Sam ended up in the same town as both of us?
When Rafe had said we were part of an experiment, I'd wondered if it was connected to Salmon Creek--a medical research town. But they did drug research, not genetic work. Besides, I'd been adopted at birth and my parents had moved to Salmon Creek for a job. That had seemed to rule out the possibility of a connection.
But now...
I glanced at Daniel. Since Sam left he'd been walking in silence, following me on autopilot.
I should tell him what I was, let him know there might be a connection.
"How are you doing?" I said.
"Okay."
"I--" I began.
"I don't know what to think," he interrupted. "What happened in the forest, when I yelled at that guy... I thought I'd hit him without realizing it. I was mad enough, seeing him pointing that gun at you. But when it happened again on the helicopter, with the pilot, I knew I'd done something. I just didn't know what."
After a few more steps, I opened my mouth, but again he got there first.
"I think... I think Sam might be onto something. Everything she says is true. Even about the pilot. I had a bad feeling, when we got on the helicopter, but only a slight one, and with everything that happened, I figured I was just stressing out. I don't believe the parts about demons and all that, but I can see maybe having some power to sense bad vibes in people. I mean, it's not like she's saying I'm a vampire or a werewolf. That would be crazy. This is just a little weird."
No, it wasn't like she'd said he was a werewolf. It wasn't like she'd said he could change into an animal. That would be crazy.
I shut my mouth and carried on in silence.
SEVEN
WHEN WE DREW NEAR the place we'd left Corey, we realized going straight to him wasn't wise. We decided to take a look from farther down the shore.
We could hear a boat motor, but the running lights were off. There were people on board with flashlights, though, so we could see where it was.
Did that mean everyone was back in the boat? Did they have Corey?
A distant splash told us someone had gone in the water. Retrieving the bodies? Removing identifying parts from the helicopter? It sounded far-fetched, but if you kidnapped kids in a helicopter that crashed, you didn't want local fishermen finding the wreckage.
Daniel tapped my arm. I followed his outstretched finger and saw two more flashlight beams strafing the forest right around where we'd left Corey.
I gripped Kenjii's collar as we crept closer. Another flashlight beam flickered through trees farther down. Three searchers. At least two more on the boat plus the diver.
So how would we get to Corey? Was he even still there? If they'd found him, had they--?
My brain stuttered over the thought.
Shot him? That was the easy way of saying it, like it didn't mean what I knew it meant. Killed him.
Nicole was dead.
"Nic," I whispered. "Nic's--"
"We don't know that," Daniel whispered harshly, and I knew that's what he'd been telling himself. It's what I'd been thinking, too. Shot. Just shot. Hayley hadn't seen exactly, so we could keep telling ourselves Nicole was only injured.
Kenjii whined and brushed my hand, and I patted her head.
"Corey," Daniel whispered.
He meant we couldn't think about Nicole. Just like we couldn't think about Rafe. We had to focus on saving everyone else.
Oh God. How had it come to this? Where I had to concentrate on saving the friends I could. Forget the ones I couldn't. The ones I'd lost. The ones who were already...
Daniel clutched my arm.
"Maya," he whispered. "I need you."
I nodded and took a deep breath to steady myself. Then I got us as close to the searchers as I dared, picking my way through shadows too dark for Daniel to see. I stopped, and we hunkered down. I wrapped both arms around Kenjii, whispering for her to stay quiet.
After a moment, a radio crackled.
"No, we haven't found them," a male voice said. "And we're not going to. Even if they stuck around, they'd see us coming from a mile away. Especially after you shot the girl."
I couldn't make out the voice on the other end.
"Yeah, well, by that time, they'll be long gone. If they aren't fifty feet underwater."
More unintelligible murmuring as the person on the other end responded.
"Just because you only found Jason and the mayor doesn't mean they were the only ones who died. The others could have fallen out or floated from the wreck or--"
"Shut the hell up." Another man's voice. One that didn't come from the radio. One that made the hair on my neck stand up. The man in the forest. The man who'd pointed a gun at me. The man who had my eyes and my cheekbones.
"The kids are fine," the man continued. "They're in excellent shape. Athletes, all of them. Champion swimmers and runners and fighters. Whatever else the St. Clouds screwed up, they did that right. They made them survivors."
"I'm sor--"
"You want to keep your job? Then don't apologize. Just find these kids. Find my daughter."
Blood pounded in my ears and I grabbed a tree for support, nails digging into the bark.
Find my daughter.
He meant me. I'd known that. From that moment in the woods, I'd known it. I just hadn't wanted it to be true.