Lies: A Gone Novel Read Free

godparents. And when at last Jill had fallen silent, it was like he was waking up from the most perfect dream to find himself in a gray and awful reality.
    It took only a day or so before Derek figured out that this was no ordinary talent. He’d had to face the fact that his little sister was a freak.
    It was a terrifying discovery. Derek was a normal. The freaks—people like Dekka, Brianna, Orc, and especially Sam Temple—scared him. Their powers meant they could do whatever they wanted. No one could stop them.
    Mostly the freaks acted okay. Mostly they used their powers to do things that needed doing. But Derek had seen Sam Temple in the middle of a fight. Sam against that other mega-freak, Caine Soren. They had destroyed a big part of the town plaza trying to kill each other. Derek had curled up in a ball and hidden as best he could while that battle raged.
    Everyone knew the freaks thought they were special. Everyone knew they got the best food. You never saw a freakreduced to eating rat meat. You never saw a freak eating bugs. A few weeks earlier, when the hunger was at its worst, Derek and Jill had done that. They’d caught and eaten some grass-hoppers.
    Freaks? They never had to sink that low. Everyone knew that. At least that’s what Zil said.
    And why would Zil lie?
    And now Derek’s own little sister was one of them . A mutant. A freak.
    But when she sang…when she sang, Derek was no longer in the dark and desperate FAYZ. When Jill sang, the sun was bright and the grass was green and a cool breeze blew. When Jill sang, their mother and father were there, along with everyone else who had disappeared.
    When Jill sang, the nightmare reality of life in the FAYZ faded away to be replaced by the song, the song, the song.
    Derek was in that place now, soaring on magical wings toward Heaven.
    When I die, hallelujah by and by…
    A song about death, Derek knew. But so beautiful when Jill sang it. It pierced his heart.
    Oh how glad and happy when we meet…
    Oh how happy, even though they sat in the dark in a house full of sad memories.
    The beam of light was startling.
    Jill stopped singing. It was devastating, that silence.
    The beam of light shone through the gauzy curtains. It played around the room. Found Derek’s face. Then swiveleduntil it had lit up Jill’s freckled face and turned her blue eyes glassy.
    The front door of the house flew open with a crash. The strike plate shattered.
    The intruders spoke no words as they rushed in. Five boys carrying baseball bats and tire irons. They wore an assortment of Halloween masks and stocking masks.
    But Derek knew who they were.
    â€œNo! No!” he cried.
    All five boys wore bulky shooter’s earmuffs. They couldn’t hear him. But more importantly, they couldn’t hear Jill.
    One of the boys stayed in the doorway. He was in charge. A runty kid named Hank. The stocking pulled down over his face smashed his features into Play-Doh, but it could only be Hank.
    One of the boys, fat but fast-moving and wearing an Easter Bunny mask, stepped to Derek and hit him in the stomach with his aluminum baseball bat.
    Derek dropped to his knees.
    Another boy grabbed Jill. He put his hand over her mouth. Someone produced a roll of duct tape.
    Jill screamed. Derek tried to stand, but the blow to his stomach had winded him. He tried to stand up, but the fat boy pushed him back down.
    â€œDon’t be stupid, Derek. We’re not after you.”
    The duct tape went around and around Jill’s mouth. They worked by flashlight. Derek could see Jill’s eyes, wild with terror. Pleading silently with her big brother to save her.
    When her mouth was sealed, the thugs pulled off their shooter’s earmuffs.
    Hank stepped forward. “Derek, Derek, Derek,” Hank said, shaking his head slowly, regretfully. “You know better than this.”
    â€œLeave her alone,” Derek managed to gasp, clutching his stomach, fighting the