So even that plan was impossible. But he couldn’t go on like this anymore. He couldn’t take it.
Before he begged them to just kill him and be done with it, they pulled open two towering wooden doors, dragged him across the threshold and hurled him to the rough ground.
When he finally managed to raise his head, he saw that they were in a huge hall with rows of tables filled with silent boys who’d all turned at their entrance.
“This worm is your newest addition. If you see him doing anything you’re not allowed, report him. You’ll have a bonus.”
With that, his two jailers turned and left him on his knees facing the boys. His pride surged back under their scrutiny, had him staggering to his feet, the initial hope he’d felt when he’d realized he wasn’t alone here draining away. He knew boys could be cruel to those smaller and weaker. And from a first sweep around the room, he was probably the youngest around.
He stood, trying not to hug his aching side, not to show weakness, and almost sagged back to his knees in relief as they turned back to their food and whispered conversations.
So they were all afraid to even raise their voices as the boys in his old school had, who’d been free to laugh and joke. These boys were prisoners like him. They’d been broken before him.
Painfully good smells of hot food hit him, making him dizzier with hunger. Trying to appear steady, he headed toward the source of the aromas.
He was struggling to reach the lid of one of the massive containers when a hand raised it. He hadn’t felt its owner’s approach.
It was an older boy with a shaved head and piercing black eyes who was already as tall as his own father. But instead of being intimidated by the boy’s size and fierce looks, he felt...reassured by his presence.
“My name is Phantom. What’s yours?”
His real name rose to his tongue before he swallowed it. This boy might be waiting for him to do something “they weren’t allowed to,” like tell his real name, so he could report him and get a bonus.
To be on the safe side, he only said, “Numbers.”
The boy’s winged black eyebrows rose. “That’s your specialty? But you can’t be older than seven.”
“I’m eight.”
At his indignation, the boy’s gaze gentled. “The first month—or three in your case—of starvation made us all look smaller. You must now eat well, so you can grow as big and strong as possible.”
“Like you?”
Phantom’s lips twitched. “I’m not done growing. But I’m working on it.”
The older boy filled a bowl of steaming stew that smelled mouthwatering compared to the rotting messes he’d been unable to force down for what he’d just now realized had been the past three months. He’d had no way of knowing how long it had been until Phantom had told him.
After handing it over, Phantom filled himself a bowl, then beckoned for him to follow. “If you warranted a name according to your skill that young, you must be a prodigy.”
It pleased him intensely that this huge boy with the soundless steps and penetrating eyes could see him for what he was. Even after his jailers had stripped him of everything that made him himself.
Encouraged, he asked, “How old are you?”
“Fifteen. I’ve been here since I was four.”
The boy had answered his next question before he’d asked it, telling him that what his jailers had said was true.
He’d never leave here.
They reached one of the tables and Phantom gestured for him to sit down. There were five other boys, each looking as different as could be from th
e other, all older than him, but none as old as Phantom.
Two boys scooted along the bench to make space for him as Phantom introduced him to them, his lips somehow not moving, so it would appear to the guards who flanked the hall that he wasn’t talking at all. Each of the boys introduced himself. Lightning, Bones, Cypher, Brainiac and Wildcard.
As they continued to eat, each of them asked him something, about his past life. He emulated the boys in stealth, telling them truths without revealing facts. Then they started giving him equations, which he solved with perfect accuracy no matter how convoluted they made them.
By the time they finished eating, he felt he’d known these boys for a long time. But the guards were announcing the end of the meal, and all the boys stood up to leave the hall.