Elemental
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Keep it together.
God, he’d been stupid. Every time he came here, he checked the store, and every time he left, he checked the truck. Every time, ready for an ambush.
Until today.
Tyler hit him again. Michael tasted blood.
Keep. It. Together.
“Do it,” said Tyler. “You know you want to.”
Someone kicked him in the side, and Michael redoubled his struggles. They were too heavy. He couldn’t get loose.
They kicked him again.
Power rushed through the ground, coming to his aid without his asking. He forced it back. He could take a few punches.
Tyler laughed and spit in his face. “Good thing Emily told us where to find you. I didn’t think we’d have this much fun all summer.”
Michael froze. Tonight at the batting cages—had she been stalling him?
You going to show me again or what?
He coughed. “Go to hell, Tyler.”
“Funny you should mention hell.” Tyler held up a butane lighter. “Since I brought the fire.”
Then he clicked the trigger. Flame burst from the end.
Michael tried to recoil. He only succeeded in slamming his head against the concrete again. He was straining against the chain so hard that he almost couldn’t breathe.
Flame lit Tyler’s features. He brought the lighter close to Michael’s face, until the heat was painful.
Michael strained away. He had no idea if Tyler would really burn him, but flame against his skin would definitely push his control past the brink.
“Do it,” said Tyler. He leaned closer, until Michael wanted to clench his eyes shut. “Do it.”
Michael prayed for another customer to arrive. But he knew how dead this place was.
Tyler put the flame against the chain. It seared right through the metal. “First we’re going to burn you, and then we’re going to burn your little brothers.”
The pavement cracked and split. Michael surged against their hands. He slammed someone into the concrete before he could stop himself. The chain went flying.
But then he heard someone yelling. The guys. They were scattering, stumbling away from him, tripping on the loose pavement.
No, not stumbling away from him. Away from the girl with the steel bar in her hands.
Emily, with a putter.
“Dad is going to kill you,” said Tyler. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Michael,” she called. “Can you drive?”
It took Michael a second to get it together, but then he realized his keys were on the pavement, where he’d dropped them by the door. His joints didn’t want to work, but he was able to get the keys into his palm. “Yeah.” Stars still danced in his vision. “I think.”
And then he must have been losing time, because he was starting the ignition of the truck, and Emily was in the passenger seat beside him.
He took a deep breath, and it seemed they were pulling onto Mountain Road, leaving the sports center behind.
He rubbed at his eye, surprised when his hand came away with blood. “I should have said no,” he said.
She gave him a concerned glance. “What?”
He winced, and suddenly there were two roads in front of him. “I shouldn’t be driving.”
She unclicked her seat belt and knelt up on the passenger seat, leaning across to brace a hand on his shoulder.
It was almost enough to make him hit the guardrail. “What are you doing?”
“Keep your eyes on the road.”
“Did you set me up?”
“Shhh. Drive.” She leaned in close and blew on his neck.
No, that was almost enough to make him hit the guardrail. He pushed her away. “Stop. Tell me the truth. Did you—”
“No. I didn’t. Let me help you.” She shoved his hand out of the way and knelt up again.
Her breath on his skin felt awful and amazing at the same time. He fought not to make a sound.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I wish I had more power.”
“No,” he ground out. “You don’t.”
“I saw their car,” she said. “Around the corner. Tyler and my dad have been talking about staking out the sports center all week—”
“Thanks for the heads-up.”
“I never thought they’d really do it.”
He gave a humorless laugh. “Of course not.”
She fell silent for a while, and all he heard was her breath whispering along his skin. Too much had happened in a short span of time. Part of him wanted to push her away again, but a bigger part wanted to pull her closer and beg her to say she was on his side, that she’d had no part in this.
Finally, he couldn’t take the silence anymore, and he needed a destination. He couldn’t go home, not with her in the truck, and he sure as hell wasn’t driving to her house. “Where am I driving?”
“Go to the quarry.”
His head had cleared enough for him to look away from the road. “The quarry?”
“There’s lots of exposed rock. That’ll help you, right?”
“Yeah, but there will be other people there.” Given this heat, probably half the senior class would have snuck in to go swimming.
“Don’t worry. I know a hidden path down to the water. We can stay out of sight.”
“Why are you helping me?”
She didn’t say anything for a long moment. When she spoke, her voice was soft. “For years, I’ve been hearing how dangerous you are. How we shouldn’t have made this deal, because you’re out of control, that you’re mean, that you’ll hurt us if we get close to you.”
God, he’d been stupid. Every time he came here, he checked the store, and every time he left, he checked the truck. Every time, ready for an ambush.
Until today.
Tyler hit him again. Michael tasted blood.
Keep. It. Together.
“Do it,” said Tyler. “You know you want to.”
Someone kicked him in the side, and Michael redoubled his struggles. They were too heavy. He couldn’t get loose.
They kicked him again.
Power rushed through the ground, coming to his aid without his asking. He forced it back. He could take a few punches.
Tyler laughed and spit in his face. “Good thing Emily told us where to find you. I didn’t think we’d have this much fun all summer.”
Michael froze. Tonight at the batting cages—had she been stalling him?
You going to show me again or what?
He coughed. “Go to hell, Tyler.”
“Funny you should mention hell.” Tyler held up a butane lighter. “Since I brought the fire.”
Then he clicked the trigger. Flame burst from the end.
Michael tried to recoil. He only succeeded in slamming his head against the concrete again. He was straining against the chain so hard that he almost couldn’t breathe.
Flame lit Tyler’s features. He brought the lighter close to Michael’s face, until the heat was painful.
Michael strained away. He had no idea if Tyler would really burn him, but flame against his skin would definitely push his control past the brink.
“Do it,” said Tyler. He leaned closer, until Michael wanted to clench his eyes shut. “Do it.”
Michael prayed for another customer to arrive. But he knew how dead this place was.
Tyler put the flame against the chain. It seared right through the metal. “First we’re going to burn you, and then we’re going to burn your little brothers.”
The pavement cracked and split. Michael surged against their hands. He slammed someone into the concrete before he could stop himself. The chain went flying.
But then he heard someone yelling. The guys. They were scattering, stumbling away from him, tripping on the loose pavement.
No, not stumbling away from him. Away from the girl with the steel bar in her hands.
Emily, with a putter.
“Dad is going to kill you,” said Tyler. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Michael,” she called. “Can you drive?”
It took Michael a second to get it together, but then he realized his keys were on the pavement, where he’d dropped them by the door. His joints didn’t want to work, but he was able to get the keys into his palm. “Yeah.” Stars still danced in his vision. “I think.”
And then he must have been losing time, because he was starting the ignition of the truck, and Emily was in the passenger seat beside him.
He took a deep breath, and it seemed they were pulling onto Mountain Road, leaving the sports center behind.
He rubbed at his eye, surprised when his hand came away with blood. “I should have said no,” he said.
She gave him a concerned glance. “What?”
He winced, and suddenly there were two roads in front of him. “I shouldn’t be driving.”
She unclicked her seat belt and knelt up on the passenger seat, leaning across to brace a hand on his shoulder.
It was almost enough to make him hit the guardrail. “What are you doing?”
“Keep your eyes on the road.”
“Did you set me up?”
“Shhh. Drive.” She leaned in close and blew on his neck.
No, that was almost enough to make him hit the guardrail. He pushed her away. “Stop. Tell me the truth. Did you—”
“No. I didn’t. Let me help you.” She shoved his hand out of the way and knelt up again.
Her breath on his skin felt awful and amazing at the same time. He fought not to make a sound.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I wish I had more power.”
“No,” he ground out. “You don’t.”
“I saw their car,” she said. “Around the corner. Tyler and my dad have been talking about staking out the sports center all week—”
“Thanks for the heads-up.”
“I never thought they’d really do it.”
He gave a humorless laugh. “Of course not.”
She fell silent for a while, and all he heard was her breath whispering along his skin. Too much had happened in a short span of time. Part of him wanted to push her away again, but a bigger part wanted to pull her closer and beg her to say she was on his side, that she’d had no part in this.
Finally, he couldn’t take the silence anymore, and he needed a destination. He couldn’t go home, not with her in the truck, and he sure as hell wasn’t driving to her house. “Where am I driving?”
“Go to the quarry.”
His head had cleared enough for him to look away from the road. “The quarry?”
“There’s lots of exposed rock. That’ll help you, right?”
“Yeah, but there will be other people there.” Given this heat, probably half the senior class would have snuck in to go swimming.
“Don’t worry. I know a hidden path down to the water. We can stay out of sight.”
“Why are you helping me?”
She didn’t say anything for a long moment. When she spoke, her voice was soft. “For years, I’ve been hearing how dangerous you are. How we shouldn’t have made this deal, because you’re out of control, that you’re mean, that you’ll hurt us if we get close to you.”
