Chimera by Meding Kelly

Author:Meding, Kelly [Meding, Kelly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pocket Star
Published: 2013-11-10T18:30:00+00:00

Thirteen

Burn Card

Everyone except Bethany was wearing a seat belt when the Sport went into an unexpected barrel roll across two lanes of traffic, flipped over the guardrail, and then slid down the side of an embankment into a field—all things I processed after the fact. During the fact, I had both hands braced on the ceiling so I didn’t slide out of my lap belt. I was probably one of the people screaming. I know Bethany yelled a lot between landings.

The Sport came to a jolting halt, still upside down. For a split second, there was total silence. I didn’t hear a damned thing, not even my own heartbeat.

Then the world exploded in noise. People talking, tires squealing, metal thudding, something else hissing. I was keenly aware of soreness between my shoulder blades, but couldn’t tell if it was whiplash or if someone had hit me.

“What the hell?” Ethan asked. “Anyone hurt?”

“Fuck, yes!” Bethany whined from the back. “Shit.”

“We’re okay up here,” Teresa said. She tried to angle back to see us, her face half hidden by a curtain of purple-streaked hair. “You guys?”

“Okay,” Thatcher said, just as I said, “Peachy.”

“Did something hit us?” Ethan asked. “Landon?”

“I’m not sure,” Landon replied in a shaky voice. “It was like we hit a ramp or something, only nothing was in the road.”

“We need to get out of the car,” Teresa said. “Right now.”

Ethan undid his seat belt first, then landed on the ceiling in an awkward pile. He shoved at the door while I unbuckled and executed a much more graceful landing, thanks to my flexible limbs. After Teresa righted herself, she blasted through the frame of the passenger door with a couple of orbs. In less than a minute, everyone except Bethany was out of the Sport. That’s when I took note of our path.

A few cars had stopped along the turnpike above, and several people were watching us, at least two on their phones. I rubbed at my sore neck while I turned in a circle, positive we weren’t alone. Teresa was doing the same, ignoring a cut on her forehead that was oozing blood down the center of her face toward her nose.

Landon and Thatcher went around to the back of the Sport. Together they got it open and pulled Bethany out into the grass.

“Let’s go to their HQ, he says,” Bethany whined. “It’s a good idea, he says. My big fat toe, it’s a good idea!”

Why couldn’t she have broken her jaw or something?

“Can you walk?” Landon asked.

“Yes, I can fucking walk, you jerk. Where do you want to walk to, exactly?”

“Do you guys feel—” Ethan started to ask.

Landon cried out as he was flung through the air, only to be caught by a big, well-muscled man in all black, standing a good twenty feet away.

The Recombinant clone referred to by us as Sledgehammer held Landon by the front of his shirt. The whirlwind that followed Landon’s sudden flight across the field came to a halt next to Sledgehammer—the Jasper clone.

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