Chapter thirty

M addy woke in utter darkness. A few moments passed

before she remembered where she was. The gym. Angel City

High. She was hiding with Jacks, and they both must have

fallen asleep. Something was different from when they went

to sleep. Then she realized it: all the lights were off. Reaching

for Jacks, she discovered, with sudden panic, he wasn’t

there. The air around her suddenly felt harder to breathe.

Her hands groped in the darkness. She opened her mouth to

speak, but before she could, she felt a finger press delicately,

but firmly, to her mouth.

It was Jacks. Silencing her.

She could just barely see him now in the dim light

that crept in from the cracks under the gym doors. He was

sitting up and utterly still. Something was wrong. In that

same moment Maddy realized it hadn’t just been her panic—

the air around her really was harder to breathe. It

scorched her lungs as she sucked it in. The entire gym had

grown blisteringly hot while they slept. It was stifling. What

was going on? A bead of sweat rolled down Maddy’s forehead

and splattered against the mat. Her hair was damp

and sticky. She turned to Jacks.

“What is it?” she whispered.

“I’m not sure,” Jacks whispered back. “Something’s in

here with us. I turned the lights off, but it knows we’re in

here.”

“What is it?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never felt anything like it. It’s like

pure evil. It’s not friendly,” Jacks said.

Maddy began to tremble. Taking her hands, Jacks

wrapped them around the ring on her neck.

“We’re going to go into the hall together, and then I

want you to run. Don’t look back. No matter what you hear,

just keep running.”

“What? What are you going to do?”

Jacks was silent.

“You’re saying goodbye, aren’t you? You’re going to

try and fight it.”

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“Whatever it is, it knows we’re in here. It will never let

us just walk down the hallway and out of here. It’s our only

chance.”

“What if there’s another way out?”

“A way we can go without using the halls?”

Maddy willed her terrified mind to think logically. Rationally.

Then she saw it.

“Yes. Some of the classrooms connect. If we go out

through the locker room, we could cut through the

classrooms to get to the other side of the school. Once we’re

there, let’s just hope the gate is open.”

She could barely see the silhouette of his face in the

darkness.

“Which way is it?”

Maddy led them silently toward the girls’ locker room

door. When they had passed through it, she made sure the

latch reengaged without making any noise.

In the dark, the silent rows of lockers seemed alive

and menacing, like some kind of horrific, hallucinatory

maze. Fog covered all the mirrors. Condensation dripped

down the glass, reminding Maddy of rivulets of blood. Could

something be hiding in this labyrinth, waiting for them? She

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looked at the lockers hanging open, the few towels left on

the ground. Everything was utterly still. Maddy took Jacks

by the hand and led him down one of the rows. They passed

the coach’s office.

A voice called out to them from the darkness.

Maddy felt Jacks’s hand crush down on hers. He

turned to shield her from whatever might leap out at them

from the darkness.

“Baby, when I think of you-ou-ou, I get so blue-ueue.”

It was the gym coach’s radio, no doubt left on by a

custodian after cleaning up the locker room. Jacks relaxed

his grip on her hand.

“Ain’t gonna just stand around while you run off

with somebody new-ew-ew.”

Then, from the opposite side of the gym, they heard

the click of the door latch. This was no radio, no TV. Something

was trying to get into the locker room.

Maddy pulled Jacks through the dry showers.

She could see, for the first time, a glint of fear in his

eyes.

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The door to the gymnasium began to open. Whatever

was out there, in another second, it would be in the room

with them. They rounded the shower stalls and Maddy spotted

the door at the end of the short corridor. It had a small,

square window in it, which let in light from the hallway outside.

They were close. And that’s when Maddy heard it.

Footsteps in the locker room behind them. Panic

surged up her throat. Whatever it was, it had feet. There was

a thump, followed by two clicking sounds, like knife blades

against the linoleum tile.

Step, click click. Step, click click.

Jacks squeezed her hand and mouthed a single word.

“Go.”

They glided over the floor in silence. Maddy reached

the door and applied just enough pressure on the handle to

check the lock. The handle depressed and the door moved

effortlessly out of the jamb. It was unlocked. She swung the

door open and they slipped through, leaving whatever it

was—the thing— behind them in the locker room. They

emerged into the hallway next to the vending machines. The

whir of the refrigerators made it impossible to hear behind

them. Maddy scanned down the stifling hall. The heat and

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humidity had fogged the windows to the classrooms. There

was no way of seeing inside them.

“Come on,” she whispered, moving to the nearest

door. “I have class in this room. I think it connects to the bio

lab. The lab goes to a hall that can take us to the other side

of the school.”

“Go, go,” Jacks whispered urgently. They went.

Maddy put a hand on the door handle and steadied

her trembling heart. Cracking it open, she peered inside. Silent.

Nothing. She swung the classroom door open. The

empty desks cast long shadows in the light from the hallway.

It was her AP History class. On the board the assignment

for the weekend was still written there:

Read New History of Angels, pages 220–256

They moved into the classroom and Jacks shut the

door silently behind them. Maddy could almost hear the

chatter of her classmates as she moved through the desks

and the drone of Mr. Rankin at the board. They were the

sounds of safety, the sounds of wonderfully commonplace

well-being. If she ever got out of this alive, she promised

never to take those mundane sounds for granted again.

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They passed Mr. Rankin’s desk and suddenly Jacks

grabbed Maddy by the hoodie and yanked her down to the

floor. His eyes darted to the window, where a black silhouette

moved across the light. It was large, taller than the windows.

Big. Maddy held her breath as it passed the

classroom. Her heart was pounding. Then it stopped and

came back, shadowing the windows again. It was smelling,

Maddy thought. Hunting. The latch on the door began to

turn.

“Don’t look back,” Jacks whispered as they moved toward

the door at the far end of the classroom. Jacks pulled

the door shut behind them just as the entrance to the hallway

swung open.

It knew where they were now, Maddy thought. It was

closing in.

Jacks pulled Maddy down behind a long counter. She

listened to the sound of her shallow, quick breaths, trying to

control them. The lab was divided by four counters running

the length of the room, bordered by narrow alleys on either

side. Test tubes, beakers, and other glassware sat atop the

tables awaiting next week’s use. Maddy peered at the far

door, across the room. She could see the hallway through

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the door’s square window. The hallway, she knew, led directly

out the school’s side entrance to the street.

“Let’s go,” Maddy said. “We can make it if we run.”

Jacks held her arm with an iron grip.

“No. We can’t,” he said quietly.

“Why not?” she whispered, almost pleading.

“Because it’s in here with us.”

Maddy heard the door to the classroom click shut.

The darkness felt suddenly alive all around her. Then she

heard it. The faintest sound of air.

She could hear the thing breathing.

A suffocating heat permeated the darkness like growing

fire that gave off no light. The pungent smell of earth,

decay, and something worse wafted out of the darkness toward

her. It smelled like death, Maddy thought. Stinking

death itself.

A scream rose up her throat and she slapped her hand

over her mouth. It took all her strength to stop it.

Maddy listened as the thing began to move through

the room.

Step, click click. Step, click click.

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Jacks held up one finger. Maddy stared at the silent

signal, willing her terrified mind to understand. Then she

got it. One. It was behind the first counter. Jacks crouched

with his feet under him and beckoned her. Maddy shook her

head. She was frozen with fear.

Jacks pointed toward the door. Through a red fog of

terror Maddy realized what he was indicating. They had

lured the thing into the maze of the lab, and they were going

to slip out while it searched for them. They crawled on their

hands and knees, listening to the steps of the creature.

Step, click click. Step, click click.

Then the footsteps stopped.

Silence descended over the room. Jacks put a hand on

Maddy’s forearm, an indication to be absolutely still. She

held her breath. At last, Jacks pointed up.

It was right above them, on the counter.

Maddy felt the scream rising up inside her again, and

this time she didn’t know if she could stop it. She pressed

her trembling lips together, but they were numb. She felt

herself losing control of her body. Her mouth opened to

scream.

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Jacks’s hand closed around her mouth like a vise. His

other hand wrapped around her waist and pulled her toward

him. He held her in the darkness as the scream died

silently in her mouth.

The second passed like hours. After what seemed like

an unbearable length of time, Maddy heard two footfalls as

the thing stepped off the counter.

Step, click click. Step, click click.

It was back on the ground, continuing its methodical

investigation of the lab. Jacks released Maddy from his grip

and mouthed a single word.

“Move.”

On their hands and knees again, they circled around

the second counter and headed for the third. Maddy saw

they were close to the door now. A tiny spark of hope leapt

inside her. They could do this, she thought. They could

make it. She scooted quickly around the corner and her

shoulder collided silently with the counter, jarring it.

Perrrring.

It sounded like the ring of a delicate bell. The sound

seemed to roll and then disappear. In the rush of adrenaline,

Maddy recognized the sound instantly. A test tube

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had just rolled off the counter in front of her, and it was

heading toward the floor. She thrust her hands out blindly

in front of her. She was terrible at any sport that involved

catching anything—or really, any sport at all. Miraculously,

she felt the slap of the delicate glass cylinder against her

palm. It leapt up again, and for a single breathless moment

it danced across her reaching fingertips. Then it was gone.

The sound of the tube shattering was like a gunshot in

her ears. It was followed by the most awful, inhuman sound

she had ever heard. It sounded like tearing metal, like the

growl of some rabid animal, hungry and guttural. It was so

loud it was painful. Instantly Maddy felt something grab her

by her hood. She heard fabric tearing.

It was a claw.

Maddy shrieked and threw her arms backward, wriggling

out of the hoodie as the claw cut it cleanly in half. She

felt Jacks’s strong hands around her waist, pulling her away

from the beast.

“Run, Maddy!” he yelled.

Maddy tore into the black hall. She was alone now,

terrified and blind, running through the darkness. Arms

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that were not Jacks’s wrapped around Maddy. She

screamed.

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