I’m achy everywhere, sore from sitting and too uncomfortable to sleep. In my exhausted delirium, I have the ridiculous thought that I should’ve stayed behind with the soccer girls. At least long enough to have some of the Gatorade the coach offered me.
Something murmurs inside the trailer. A low, guttural growl.
There is a cage, tucked up against the front of the trailer. I can dimly make out its thick steel bars in the dark.
“What is it?” I ask. Katarina mumbles through her gagged mouth, and I feel bad for asking her a question she can’t possibly answer.
I lean forward, as far as I can, pulling Katarina with me. I can hear Katarina protest from beneath her gag, but curiosity pushes me forward. I stretch into the darkness, bringing my face as close to the steel bars as I can.
Another rustle in the dark.
Another captive? I wonder. Some kind of beast?
My heart fills with pity.
“Hello?” I speak into the void. The person or creature makes low whimpers of distress. “Are you okay?”
Jaws snap with sudden force against the bars of the cage, eyes the size of fists flashing red in the dark. The breath of the beast sends my hair back. I pull away in terror and disgust, the smell so revolting I almost retch.
I try to scoot away, but the huge beast, unappeased, keeps its head pressed to the bars, its red eyes fixed on me. I know that were it not for the bars, I’d be dead already.
This is no captive. No fallen ally. This is a piken. Katarina told me about these beasts before, savage accomplices and hunters for the Mogadorians, but I had taken them for fairy tales.
Katarina helps me nudge us back towards the rear, giving me more space to pull away from the beast. As I back farther away, so does the piken, disappearing into the dark of its cage.
I know I am safe for the moment. But I also know this animal, this foul, fearsome creature, may be pitted against me in the coming days or weeks. My stomach turns in fear and helpless rage: I don’t know whether to vomit or pass out or both.
I nestle my damp head against Katarina’s, wishing this nightmare away.
I fall into an agitated half-sleep, awoken only by Katarina’s voice.
“Six. Wake up. Six.”
I snap to.
“Your gag?” I ask.
“I worked it off. It’s taken this whole time to get it off.”
“Oh,” I say stupidly. I don’t know what else to say, what good it does us to speak. We are caught, without defense.
“They bugged our car. Back in Texas. That’s how they found us.”
How stupid of us, I think. How careless.
“It was my job to think of that,” she says, as if reading my thoughts. “Never mind that. I need you to prepare for what’s coming.”
What’s that? I think. Death?
“They will torture you for information. They will . . . ” I hear Katarina succumb to weeping, but she pulls herself together and resumes. “They will inflict unthinkable torments on you. But you must bear them.”
“I will,” I say, as firmly as I can.
“They will use me to make you bend. You can’t let them . . . no matter what. . . . ”
My heart freezes in my chest. They will kill Katarina in front of me if they think it will make me talk.
“Promise me, Six. Please . . . they can’t know your number. We can’t give them any more power over the others than they already have, or power over you. The less they know about the charm, the better. Promise me. You have to.”
Imagining the horrors to come, I can’t. I know my vow is all Katarina wants to hear, but I just can’t.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
I have been in my cell for three days. I have nothing in here with me but a bucket of water, another bucket to use as a toilet, and an empty metal tray from yesterday’s meal.