The Truth

Chapter 25

-Cindy-

The train came exactly one hour after it was scheduled. As soon as it rolled to a stop, the boys untied us and forced us up. By now, Jack had found a way to magically stop the bleeding, but it was draining his energy. His face has lost all of it's color and his face is clammy.

"It'll be okay." I whisper to him. He just nods. The conductor announces that they will be stopped for only ten minutes. As we wait for the passengers to get off, the boy holding me leans down and whispers in my ear.

"Zarathos is very generous with his awards. He said I can have you once he's done with you." he laughs softly. A shiver runs down my back and his hands travel under my shirt and up my stomach to my chest. Without a thought, I pop my foot up, kicking him in the groin. He squeaks like a mouse, collapsing and holding his crotch. Turning around, I shove my knee into his nose and blood pours out like a waterfall. The guy holding Jack drops him and comes after me. Not realize what I'm doing, I look at my arms and see my skin rippling like a mirage. The moment he touches me, he's thrown back. Hitting his head on a pole, he goes still.

"You little bitch." Blake growls. I expect him to come after me, or threaten Jack, but he just scowls at us.

"I'll see you very soon, Cindy." he snarls, and in an instant him and his friends shimmer and disappear. I stand there, shaking and confused.

"That was incredible." Jack mutters, and I smile.

"I don't know where it came from, but thanks." I help him up and let him lean against me. We board the train and take a seat in an empty compartment so we can be alone. I lie him down on one side and kneel by his head.

"What are we going to do?" I mutter. I don't mean to sound selfish, but there's no way I'll be able to fight without Jack. I don't even think we could do it without Blake.

"You can do it." he says so softly I think he's falling asleep.

"Not without you. We need help." I start to cry. With what seems like all his effort, he lifts his hand and wipes a tear off my cheek. Suddenly he gasps, winces, and looks at his side. I cover my mouth, not sure whether or not to scream or jump for joy. His wound is nothing but a scar, and even the blood on his shirt is disappearing as if some invisible vacuum was sucking it up.

I told you I'd be able to help. There are many more horrors that await you two, and this is the least I can do. Be careful. The voice echoes through the compartment. I spin in circles until I'm dizzy, but I know no one's in here with us.

"That was her." he says. The color has returned to his face and he's sitting up. I can see his strength has completely returned.

"Who?" I ask. "She saved you." I mutter and he nods.

"The seer."