Sparked (COMPLETED)

Chapter Seventeen

Vienna

I tried to get off of Reid, but he planted his fist in my hair and yanked me back, turning the tables. I was now pressed down on the bed and Reid was on top of me. He kissed my neck, and I struggled to get away.
"What is going on?" I demanded. "You're on the wight's side, aren't you? Who shot that gun? How long have you known I'm peculiar? How did you know all that stuff about me if you can't actually read minds?" I was now disgusted by his lips on my skin. This monster was trying to kill my friends.
He stopped kissing my neck and looked at me. "Slow down, Vienna. For one thing, I am peculiar. I'm just on the wight's side," He growled. He kissed the hollow of my throat.
I brought my knee up and hit him in the back.
He cried out in pain and tumbled off me. I ran past him and tried to go downstairs to see who was injured when Reid grabbed my leg and pulled me back.
Another gunshot sounded. I heard someone scream. It sounded like Olive.
Reid put a foot on my chest and took a small knife out of his pocket.
He leaned down and put the knife to my throat. "You can either join us or die," He told me.
"I'd rather die," I managed.
Reid sighed. "Pity. You'd make a good tool, Vienna."
I knew if I moved, I'd be killed. Reid wouldn't hesitate to slit my throat.
"I'm not a tool," I hissed.
Reid pushed the knife into my throat, not enough to kill me yet, but just enough to cause pain and draw blood.
"You can still change your mind," He mused.
They say your life flashes before your eyes when you die, but at the moment, all I could think about was how I'd never get to see my mother again. She'd kept Luke and I safe all these years and I'd never even get to thank her for it.
I braced myself for death and sent a silent prayer to God to keep my mother, Luke, and my new friends protected. I looked at the ceiling. I didn't want my last sight to be Reid's face, now twisted into an ugly snarl.
The door flew open and an invisible force crashed into Reid.
I sat up, breathing hard. I wiped the blood away from the cut at my throat. It occurred to me what must've just happened.
"Millard!" I cried.
Reid was stabbing at the air as he stood up, trying to hit Millard.
"Vienna," He whispered in my ear. "Let's get out of here."
I got up and ran downstairs. "Millard?" I asked. "Are you there?"
"Yeah, Vee," He responded. "I'm here."
I heard two more gunshots.
We reached the kitchen.
It was completely empty except for two corpses. The bodies of Lisa's parents lie on the tile floor.
I wanted to throw up and cry at the same time, but I knew I didn't have time.
Millard grabbed a heap of clothing off of the floor and pulled it on while I stared at the dead bodies. These people were always so kind of me.
Millard grabbed my hand. "Let's find the others," He said. He noticed the cut on my throat. "Are you okay?"
My throat was too dry to speak, so I just nodded.
Hand and hand, we began to sprint out of the house. A couple yards away, I saw a battle going down. There were five men with guns surrounding my friends. I was sure I could hear Claire sobbing.
I was so focused on getting to them that I didn't notice the corpse until I tripped over it.
Brushing the grass off of my pants, I stood up to glance at the body.
I was shocked to see that it was Miss Peregrine.
I touched Millard's arm and saw that he was gaping at her. A single tear rolled down his cheek. I wiped it away. "Come on, Mill," I whispered. "We have to help the others."
He took a shaky breath and nodded. We took off towards them. When we reached them, I let go of Millard and kicked one of the men in the back, sending him toppling forwards.
"VIENNA, NO!" Horace screamed. One of the men fired his gun and it headed straight for Fiona.
Hugh pushed her out of the way just in time and they both landed on the ground as the bullet flew towards the forest. I heard the crackling of fire and then one of the men was in flames.
I glanced at Emma. She was giving anyone who looked at her the death glare.
I turned back to my own fight. I had knocked the gun out of the man's hand, and now we were both scrambling to get it. I reached it first, pressed the gun to his head, and pulled the trigger.
I wondered if Luke would be shocked to see me killing this easily.
There was another gunshot and then I heard Olive scream. "Horace!" She cried.
Keeping my gun on the men, I looked over to where Horace was standing. Blood stained his shirt and that's when I realized that he'd been shot. He looked down at the wound, then looked at everyone.
"Oh my," Jacob gasped. "Good God, Horace, are you alright?"
"Of course he's not alright, you dimwit!" Enoch yelled. "He's dying!"
He started towards him, but before Enoch could reach the other boy, Horace collapsed.
Enoch checked his pulse.
"He's dead," He said. "Come on, we've got to get out of here."
His voice was flat and his face was expressionless.
I had barely known Horace, but he had been my friend. I could only imagine how hard it was on the other Peculiars.
I fired my gun at one of the men and missed him by a foot. My aim was terrible. I tried firing again, but I was out of bullets.
"Come on," Hugh said. "We've got to get to the woods!"
We started sprinting towards the trees. The men fired behind us.
A bullet whizzed past my ear, but I wasn't hit.
We finally reached the trees, thank God.
I scanned the group, making sure we had everyone; Millard, Lisa, Olive, Emma, Jacob, Claire, Hugh, Fiona.
We were missing someone.
I turned towards the clearing.
Enoch's body was lying a few feet away. His eyes were still open, and he lay on his side. A bullet was probably buried in the back of his head.
He had almost made it.
He had been so close.
This time, I did turn around and vomit.
A man walked up to Enoch's corpse, picked it up, and walked off with it. Farther away, I could see another of the men dragging Horace's body.
As I watched them trek off, I wondered what they might want with two bodies of fourteen year old boys.
I had know idea, but I did know that Horace and Enoch were dead.
And they weren't coming back.