The Wanted

Nausea pressed out of me as the leftover smells of the banquet started to sour like they were sitting in a stomach. “He’s going to die.” It came out like a desperate, hoarse whisper.

The guard laughed. “No. That’s you, Own Kind.”

I shook my head, my blonde-tipped hair hitting my face. My freedom tied up with this murder was too high a price to pay. Denis took another step towards me shaking his head and smiling.

“She’s trying to ruin Dad’s big day,” he said casually, bruises like war paint smudged under his eyes, then he leaned down and took my face in his hands, squeezing my cheeks together. His cool blue eyes danced over my face. “Don’t worry. It will all be over for you soon,” he said as he pushed my head back into the headrest violently, warning me to keep my mouth shut.

I bit down on my lip until blood pooled in my mouth.

I tried.

I watched them insert the needles into his back and legs carefully. Grant’s face was calm. He didn’t know. The men stepped back when they’d finished, and the glass case lowered. Grant’s upper body flinched when the seal closed and then everyone left the room below us except the technician, who stood behind a thick piece of glass.

“Are you ready, Superior Grant?” the man asked through a microphone.

Grant laughed nervously. “I’ve been ready for years!”

The crowd tittered awkwardly.

Camille inhaled sharply as they started the countdown, her hands knotted together.

“Right. The machine will be activated in 3… 2…”

Something inside me burst, my heart, every bubble of air left. My voice broke and soared over the nodding heads of the onlookers to what would be a murder.

“Stop!” I screamed as I stood, slapping my palms against the glass wildly like a bird attacking its own reflection. Everyone gasped in shock and the technician paused, his eyes blinking up in surprise at the crazed girl screaming. But he wasn’t going to stop unless I did something big, something that made it impossible for them to continue. Picking up the chair, I smashed it against the window. It bounced off the glass and scattered the crowd.

Sekimbo belly-laughed. “My, she is spirited!” he said, directing a guard to hold me down.

The guard wrapped his arms around me in a bear hug. My legs kicked and dragged across the glass. My dress tore as I struggled in his grip, the layers of taffeta ripping sounded like pain, like death. “It’s going to kill you!” I screamed through the glass. Grant’s head turned in my direction, but he couldn’t hear me. He spoke to the technician, who pressed the intercom button.

“Bring her to the mic,” he ordered.

I was roughly lifted to the mic, arms still hugging me so tight my ribs felt ready to crack. Breathless, I shouted into the speaker. “It will kill you! You don’t have the pills. Without them, you’ll die after the procedure.”

People exchanged nervous glances. Denis’ hands were shaking but he calmly moved the speaker to his mouth, about to utter words of reassurance to his father like, Don’t listen to her. She’s crazy. She’s unhinged. Judith’s steady hand had taken her mother’s, and she was stroking the woman’s wrist calmly. Before Denis could open his mouth, Grant’s laughter shredded the room with its iciness—it’s pure disrespect for me.

“Do you think I would listen to anything you have to say, child?” he said coldly, so amused at my attempts to stop him from getting what he wanted. “You’re nothing.” Words spat. “And I will be everything I once was when this is over. You fear that, as well you should. Your death will not be quick.” There was a small bridge of silence. I watched it build and grow as people’s panic quickly turned to disbelief in me—the nothing girl from Pau Brazil.

I surged towards the glass again, managing to break free of the guard’s grip for a moment.

“Please!” I begged. “Listen to me.” Tears streamed down my face. I was pleading for myself. I couldn’t watch this. I couldn’t be a part of it.

He turned away from me and I thought, just for one second, that maybe he was considering my plea. Then he said, “Gag her.” His voice was sharp, like a dagger.

The guard grabbed a scarf from one of the women and stuffed it into my mouth and my scream of, “No!” was muffled. The clean silk cut into the corners of my lips as he tied it tightly, and I was silenced. Denis sighed in disappointment, and Judith regarded me with wane sympathy.

The technician started his countdown again. “Three… two…”

This would follow me forever.

JOSEPH

I felt lighter as we walked towards Pau. Not unburdened, more like I wasn’t alone. I still carried a heavy weight, but with my friends next to me, it seemed slightly easier.

Matt stopped ahead of us and pointed down; I could barely see him through the sleety rain. But his torch cut a line through the forest. We would trek all night. The trees were sparser here, so we needed the cover of darkness to get closer.

Rosa and Careen had told us there were caves to hide in. I imagined her battling her way through the snowstorm they encountered, and I swelled with pride. She was tough.

Pulling my hood down over my brow, I skidded down the wet hill.

I had a purpose now. It was to get myself together. Try to accept what happened on the night I lost her and regain parts of myself I hadn’t let live and breathe since then. I had time. I was going to complete this mission, get Orry, and find her. In that order.

“This weather is atrocious!” Olga exclaimed as she waddled past me. She seemed in a hurry. I’d never seen her rush for anything.

Elise slung her arm over Olga’s shoulder and shielded her from the rain with the flap of her jacket.

“Yep, it’s going to be a looong night.”

They were the last words I heard from anyone for the rest of the night. It was too hard to talk through the rain when we needed every last ounce of energy to keep walking. Pau held more meaning for many of us—our former home, family, memories.

My mind was on Rosa.

When I’d thought of her these past few weeks I’d stopped at the pain part, shut myself down. This time I allowed the pain to rise, but then I dug through and found that underneath, there was still comfort, warmth.

I hugged my arms to my chest and watched Pelo almost galloping forward through the churning storm. He was like her in so many ways, but not in the quiet ways. I remember when we first met; those days of walking where I did all of the talking and… She. Just. Listened. And I could tell she was listening because of the flush that crept up her neck when I complimented her or the warmth in her eyes when I told her about my parents. My heart skipped to life at thought of that blush. That was the best color in the world to me. It told me I had affected her. All I ever wanted to do was affect her, impact her life, and make her feel something.

If you’re thinking of me, please know I’m thinking of you. I want to wrap you up, shield you. But I know you’re strong. You’ll do what needs to be done. I’ll make this promise. I am in pieces, but I will slot them back together. I will be as whole as I can when I see you again.

ROSA

Grant lay on the cold metal bench, his fists clenched, his legs flopped apart casually. I bit into the silk and tasted the salt of my tears that just wouldn’t stop. Denis had isolated himself from me as if I were a hysterical, catching disease. He stood as close to the window as possible. His body locked into place by will. He was able to fool everyone, and it was frightening.