Darwin's Theory: PROMISES by Adrienne Wilder

Author:Adrienne Wilder [Wilder, Adrienne]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Fantasy
Published: 2013-06-10T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Four

I think it was Forrest Gump who said, ‘Stupid is as stupid does.”

He must have been looking at my life when he came up with that.

“Now what?”

I looked at Peter because he was asking me. Me, the idiot who’d just set fire to the only way out of here. Sure, it kept Robert on the other side of the door, but now we were trapped in the worst way.

It didn’t seem like a shelf full of paperbacks should be able to go up so fast, but it did. And those books not only burned fast, but hot. Peter leaned his head in the direction of the window and gasped for air. In another minute we wouldn’t have to worry about the flames; we’d be dead from the smoke. I took the baseball bat out of his hands, crammed it between the burglar bars and the windowsill and tried to pry them loose. I might have actually accomplished something if I wasn’t at the wrong angle. The wrong fucking side.

Peter grabbed hold of the bars and shoved, they still didn’t budge.

“I’m sorry…” I regretted saying it even though I meant it. In so many ways.

I think Peter was about to tell me something, maybe shut up, go to hell, or call me a fucking idiot—which I was—but he was cut short when a black stick of iron slid out from the darkness and between the bars. It pressed against the windowsill and the metal ripped away from the wall with a shotgun crack.

“C’mon!” Whitcomb’s face appeared in the pool of light. He grabbed Peter, pulled him out, then me.

I didn’t realize how toxic the air in the bedroom had become until I was heaped in the grass doing my best to cough up a lung and my liver. Peter wheezed and coughed next to my ear.

I touched his hand, and he nodded. “I’m okay.”

“Get up!” Whitcomb yanked me by the arm and I helped Peter up. “You have to get him out of here, Darwin.”

“You’re letting us go? What happened to, ‘Peter is dangerous’ and ‘You’re not going anywhere’?”

Whitcomb coiled his lips at me flashing fang. “Now is not the time to be a smartass.”

Clown Hair shoved something into my hands. Keys, but not my keys, and a small silver pen.

“What…” My mouth fell open.

“It’s the beige Toyota, down on the end. Pete knows which one. Take him into the Zone; Robert won’t follow him into there.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“And this?” I held up the other thing.

“If Peter comes after you, use it. It will buy you some time.”

“Use it? How?”

“Like an epipen.” The “huh” must have shown on my face, ‘cause Clown Hair growled and added. “You stab him with it. Have Peter explain it to you. Now go! You don’t have a lot of time.” Inside the room something big and in flames crashed to the floor. Then Robert shouted.

Clown Hair looked at Peter and said, “Robert’s on board with Serge.” I had no idea what that meant, but going by the unhappy expression on Peter’s face, he did.

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