Kelley Armstrong - The Awakening

For Julia

WHEN THE DOOR TO my cell clicked open, the first thought that flitted through my doped-up brain was that Liz had changed her mind and come back. But ghosts dont open doors. They will, on occasion, ask me to open one, so I can raise and interrogate the zombies of supernaturals killed by a mad scientist, but they never need one opened for themselves.

I sat up in bed and rubbed my bleary eyes, blinking away the lingering fog of the sedative. For a moment, the door stayed open only a crack. I slid from the bed, tiptoeing across the thick carpet of my fake hotel room, praying the person on the other side had been called away and I could escape before these people started whatever experiments theyd brought me here to

Hello, Chloe. Dr. Davidoff beamed his best kindly-old-man smile as he pushed the door wide. He wasnt that oldmaybe fiftybut in a movie, Id cast him as the doddering absentminded scientist. It was an act Im sure hed worked on until he got it just right.

The woman behind him had chic blond hair and a New York suit. Id cast her as the mother of the nastiest girl in class. Which was cheating, because thats exactly who she was. Mother of VictoriaToriEnright, the one housemate wed left out of our plans when wed escaped from Lyle House, and for good cause, considering she was one of the reasons Id needed to escape.

Toris mom carried a Macys bag, like shed just been out shopping and popped in to conduct a few horrific experiments before heading to lunch.

I know you have a lot of questions, Chloe, Dr. Davidoff said as I sat on the edge of the bed. Were here to answer them for you. We just need a little help from you first.

Simon and Derek, Mrs. Enright said. Where are they?

I looked from her to Dr. Davidoff, who smiled and nodded encouragingly, like he fully expected me to turn in my friends.

Id never been an angry kid. Id never run away from home. Never stamped my feet and screamed that life was unfair and I wished Id never been born. Whenever my dad told me we were moving again and I needed to transfer schools, Id swallowed a whiny but I just made new friends, nod, and tell him I understood.

Accept your lot. Count your blessings. Be a big girl.

Now, looking back at a life of doing what I was told, I realized Id bought into the game. When adults patted me on the head and told me I was so grown-up, what they really meant was that they were glad I wasnt grown-up enough yet to question, to fight back.

Looking at Dr. Davidoff and Mrs. Enright, I thought of what theyd done to melying to me, locking me upand I wanted to stamp my feet. Wanted to scream. But I wasnt going to give them that satisfaction.

I widened my eyes as I met Mrs. Enrights gaze. You mean you havent found them yet?

I think she would have slapped me if Dr. Davidoff hadnt lifted his hand.

No, Chloe, we havent found the boys, he said. Were very concerned for Simons safety.

Because you think Derek might hurt him?

Not intentionally, of course. I know Dereks fond of Simon.

Fond? What a strange word to use. Derek and Simon were foster brothers, tighter than any blood brothers I knew. Sure, Derek was a werewolf, but that wolf part of him was what would stop him from ever hurting Simon. Hed protect him at all costsId already seen that.

My skepticism must have shown on my face, because Dr. Davidoff shook his head, as if disappointed in me. All right, Chloe. If you cant spare any concern for Simons safety, maybe you can for his health.

W-what ab-bou My stutter cropped up most when I was nervous, and I couldnt let them know theyd struck a nerve. So I tried again, slower now. What about his health?

His condition.

Apparently I wasnt the only one who watched too many movies. Now they would tell me that Simon had some rare medical condition and if he didnt get his medicine within twelve hours, hed spontaneously combust.

What condition?

He has diabetes, Dr. Davidoff said. His blood sugar levels need to be monitored and regulated.

With one of those blood testing things? I said slowly, thinking back. Simon had always disappeared into the bathroom before meals. Id thought he just liked to wash up. Id bumped into him once coming out as hed been shoving a small black case into his pocket.

Thats right, Dr. Davidoff said. With proper care, diabetes is easily managed. You werent aware of it because you didnt need to be. Simon leads a normal life.

Except for one thing, Toris mom said.

She reached into the Macys bag and took out a backpack. It looked like Simons, but I wasnt falling for thattheyd probably bought a matching one. Sure, she pulled out a hoodie I recognized as Simons, but hed left behind a whole closet of clothing at Lyle House. Easy enough to grab stuff from there.

Next came a pad of paper and pouch of colored pencils. Simons room was filled with his comic book sketches. Again, easy enough to

Mrs. Enright flipped through the sketch pad, holding up pages. Simons work in progress. Hed never have left that behind.

Finally, she laid a flashlight on the table. The flashlight from Lyle Housethe one Id watched him put into his bag.

Simon slipped going over the fence, she said. He had his backpack over one shoulder. It fell. Our people were right behind him so he had to leave it. Theres something in here that Simon needs much more than clothing and art supplies.

She opened a navy nylon pouch. Inside were two pen-like vials, one filled with cloudy liquid, the other clear. The insulin to replace what Simons body cant produce. He injects himself with these three times a day.

What happens if he doesnt?

Dr. Davidoff took over. We arent going to scare you and say that if Simon skips a single shot, hell die. Hes already missed his morning one, and Im sure he only feels a bit out of sorts. But by tomorrow, hell be vomiting. In about three days, hell lapse into a diabetic coma. He took the pouch from Toris mom and set it in front of me. We need to get this to Simon. To do that, you need to tell us where he is.

I agreed to try.

IN A GOOD DRAMA, the protagonist never takes the straight line to the prize. She must set out, hit an obstacle, detour around it, hit another, take a longer detour, another obstacle, another detour. Only when she has built up the strength of character to deserve the prize does she finally succeed.

My story was already fitting the time-honored pattern. Fitting, I guess, for a film student. Or, I should say, former film student. Chloe Saunders, fifteen-year-old Steven Spielberg wannabe, her dreams of writing and directing Hollywood blockbusters shattered on the day she got her first period and started living the kind of life shed once imagined putting on the screen.

Thats when I started seeing ghosts. After freaking out at school, I was taken away by the men in the white jackets and shipped off to a group home for mentally disturbed teens. Problem is, I really did see ghosts. And I wasnt the only kid at Lyle House with supernatural powers.

Simon could cast spells. Rae could burn people with her bare fingers. Derek had superhuman strength and senses and, apparently, soon would be able to change into a wolf. Toriwell, I didnt know what Tori wasmaybe just a screwed-up kid put in Lyle House because her mom helped run it.

Simon, Derek, Rae, and I realized it was no coincidence we were in the same place, and we escaped. Rae and I got separated from the guys and, after running to my aunt Laurenthe person I had trusted most in the worldI ended up here, in some kind of laboratory run by the same people who owned Lyle House.

Now they expected me to help them bring in Simon and Derek?