“Yes,” Tanner answered. “You are.”
Brittney saw children running. Running. From her?
She saw Edilio, his face a mask of dread, coming out of the day care, coming toward her. He was staring at her, eyes wide, the whites visible all around.
She did not understand why he should be afraid of her. She was an angel of the Lord. She had been sent to fight the demon.
But now she found herself unable to move. Unable to will her limbs to walk where she wanted, unable to look where she wanted to look. It was so like being dead, she thought, memories of cold earth in her ears and mouth.
Edilio took aim at her.
No, she wanted to say. No. But the word would not come.
“Drake,” Edilio said.
He was going to shoot her. Would it hurt? Would she die? Again?
But a mob of fleeing children rushed between them. Edilio raised the gun skyward.
“Run,” Tanner urged her.
She ran. But it was hard to run when her arm was growing so long and her consciousness was shriveling as another mind shoved hers aside.
Astrid saw and heard the panic.
Saw the littles running with Mary, a panicky gaggle of stumbling, screaming preschoolers, babies in the arms of Mary’s helpers, all racing from the square toward the beach.
In a flash too many images to process.
Zil, with a shotgun in his hands, aiming it in the air.
Edilio just emerging from the day care.
Nerezza smiling calmly.
And Brittney, from behind, facing away from Astrid.
Little Pete playing his game with feverish intensity. Fingers frantic. Like he had never played before.
And then, Nerezza moving quickly, straight toward Astrid, determined. She had something in her hand, a crowbar.
Was Nerezza going to attack her?
Insane!
Nerezza raised the crowbar and brought it down with sudden, shocking force.
Little Pete toppled forward onto his game without making a sound.
Nerezza bent over and yanked Little Pete onto his back.
Astrid cried, “No!” But Nerezza didn’t seem to hear her. She raised the crowbar again, this time aiming the pointed end at Little Pete.
Astrid stuck out a hand, too slow, too clumsy. The crowbar came down hard on Astrid’s wrist.
The pain was shocking. Astrid screamed in pain and fury. But Nerezza had no interest in her, pushed at her with her free hand like she was a minor irritation. And once again aimed the crowbar at Little Pete. But this time Nerezza was off-balance and her blow went wild. The crowbar stabbed the dirt beside Little Pete’s head.
Astrid was up and shoved Nerezza back a step.