Hunted (Talented Saga # 3) (2 page)

“Donavon,” I began, my voice trailing off, not quite sure what to say.
Thanking him for being there for me after everything with Penny seemed inadequate. Apologizing for choosing Erik would only open his newly healed wounds and, worse, it would be a lie.

“I know, Tal,” he said heavily, glancing over his shoulder.
Shaggy blonde hair hung low on his forehead, nearly masking the conflicted expression in his slightly watery eyes. “I know.”

Chapter Two

“We will only be gone for three weeks, not three months, Natalia,” Mac said dryly as he walked into the kitchen.
Donavon had piled my bags by the front door, and Mac wouldn’t have been able to miss them when he entered the house.

“Just want to be prepared for every occasion,” I answered as glibly as I could manage with a mouth full of turkey sandwich.

“Are you almost ready?” he asked, ignoring my snide tone.

“Soon as I’m done eating.”
I swallowed the turkey, bread, mayo, and potato chips and offered him a weak smile.

Mac pursed his lips and furrowed his brow in disapproval.
He opened his mouth to comment, but Gretchen interrupted him.

“Why don’t you eat something before you go?” she suggested, stretching to place a light kiss on her husband’s clean-shaven cheek.

“I ate on the plane,” Mac replied, giving her a quick peck in return. It was the most affection I’d ever seen the two express. Gretchen was more of the lovey-dovey type, but usually saved her fawning for me and Donavon. Mac, on the other hand, rarely displayed any level of emotion, towards anyone.

“I’ve packed your clothes.
The suitcases are still in the bedroom,” Gretchen said, patting her perfectly styled blonde hair absently as she busied herself with cleaning the kitchen.

“I’ll get them, Dad,” Donavon offered quickly, scooting his chair back from the round table, the legs screeching against the tile floor as he moved.

“Thank you, son,” Mac replied. “Good to see you, Ms. Baker,” he added when he finally noticed Kenly quietly nibbling on her own sandwich.

“Hi, Director,” she managed to choke out.
Since I first started training Kenly, she’d become a regular visitor to the McDonough’s house, but she never seemed at ease in Mac’s presence. Mac didn’t notice her awkwardness; he’d already turned his scrutinizing gaze back to me.

“Dr. Thistler sent your medication to the hangar already.
She explained how to perform the injections, I assume?” Mac confirmed. I nodded.

Dr. Thistler, the Head of Medical Research for the Agency and my personal physician, was leading the charge to find a cure for my condition.
Normally, she gave me my daily injections and drew my blood to test the levels of the chemical present. But she wasn’t going with us, so I had to learn to perform the unpleasant task myself. Being in charge of my own healthcare made me nervous, but Dr. Thistler assured me that as long as I remembered to administer the shot every day, I would be fine. I certainly hoped she was right.

“You’re all set, Dad,” Donavon said, returning to the kitchen and saving me from his father’s impending lecture.

“Thank you.” Mac smiled fondly at his only child. “Natalia, it’s time to go.”

I shoved the last bite of potato chip-laden sandwich in my mouth and stood.
Kenly stood too and gave me an awkward hug. “Don’t worry. I’ll be back in time for your exams. You’re gonna do great. Just stick to the practice schedule I outlined,” I whispered, returning her embrace.

“Will you call me?” she sniffed, sounding choked up.
Her display of emotion touched me in a way little had since Penny’s arrest.

“Of course,” I promised.
“I have to make sure that you’re not slacking in my absence. If you don’t make the Hunters, it’ll be pretty embarrassing for me.” I winked when I pulled away to let her know I was kidding. Although in truth, a line of people waited for her to fail so that they could give me a big “I told you so.” Mac was at the head.

Kenly was a rare dual Talent, meaning that she had two distinct sets of abilities, Higher Reasoning and Telekinesis.
It was extremely unusual for a dual Talent to be proficient in both areas and Kenly wasn’t an exception. Her Higher Reasoning abilities were well developed, but her Telekinesis was lacking. I’d been helping her strengthen it in the hope that she would make the Hunters. She’d drastically improved over our time together, but I wasn’t sure it would be enough. Many, Mac included, thought my efforts were a waste of time. Donavon’s willingness to take over Kenly’s training was more a testament to how much he cared about me than to his confidence in Kenly’s chances.

I turned to Gretchen and waited while she said a quiet goodbye to her husband.
The only outward signs of affection between them were a quick hug and lingering fond look, but I knew better. Gretchen was a Mind Manipulator like me. I was positive that they were exchanging their goodbyes privately.

After she had finished with Mac, Gretchen turned and leaned down to wrap her thin arms around me.
She was considerably taller than my five feet.

“Be careful, Natalia,”
she sent.

“Careful?
It’s just aptitude testing, Gretchen. It’s not as if it’s dangerous,”
I replied, rolling my eyes into her shoulder.

“I know, dear, but I always worry about you.”
She smiled as she pulled away. Gretchen gave me a long, searching look with eyes the same cornflower blue as her son’s.
“Be sure to take your medication at the same time every day.”

“I will,”
I promised.
“I’ve been feeling really good the past couple of weeks. You don’t need to worry.”

Gretchen hugged me again,
then released me to follow her husband from the kitchen.

Donavon stood by the front door, waiting to help load the bags into the waiting car.
I grabbed the lighter of my suitcases and trailed Mac and Donavon from the house. Once the luggage was inside, Donavon started driving across the compound towards the hover hangar.

I stared out the window, emotions swirling out of control with the passing scenery.
The McDonough’s house, my house, held so many memories, both good and bad. It had been the first place I’d felt safe after my parents were killed, the place I met Donavon, and where I learned to use my Talents. It had also been my prison after my return from Nevada. I both loved and loathed, longer for and dreaded, the structure.

Donavon and his father made small talk as we wound through the sprawling grounds.
The early summer flowers were in bloom, yellow and white dotting the otherwise green canvass. The lake shone smooth as glass, reflecting the bright orange of the late afternoon sun. But I couldn’t truly appreciate any of it. Everything I saw reminded me of her. The orange rays were reminiscent of Penny’s flame-colored hair. Even though the lake water was calm, nothing like the roaring waves of the ocean in the images that Penny showed me at her sentencing, it still triggered the now fading scenes.

When the guards escorted Penny from the courtroom, she opened her mind to me.
She urged me to see memories of my parents, of me – her memories. At the time, I’d thought they were real and that she’d actually known my mom, my dad, and even me. Overwhelmed by the painful images, I broke down in the courtroom. As a result, Mac ordered me into therapy with the Agency’s Head of Psychoanalysis, the formidable Dr. Wythe.

After several weeks of intense psychobabble, I realized that what I saw in Penny’s head that day wasn’t her memories at all.
They were fabrications she manifested to make me think that she’d known my family. Dr. Wythe explained that Penny was the enemy, and she was trying to turn me against the Agency by showing me visions, images of myself and my parents, in an attempt to confuse me. During the sessions, the images began to fade. At times, the scenes I recalled were fuzzy, like out of focus pictures. Other times, the memories were bathed in shadows and I couldn’t distinguish one silhouette from the next.

But in my dreams, the scenes were still crystal clear.
It was there that I saw the man with deep blue eyes and a freckled face, the woman with curly chestnut hair, and the child with purple irises. When I woke, I tried to hold on to the dream, tried to recall every detail of the happy family. Like with all dreams, the longer that I was awake, the harder the images were to grasp. I felt as though I was looking through binoculars. At night, the memories were so close I was positive if I reached out I could touch them. But in the light of the day they were distant and blurry. I thought that my mind was playing tricks on me.

More than once, I tried to draw the dreams, but my artistic abilities left something to be desired – the people were little more than
stick figures.

Mac had spent the morning at Tramblewood Correctional Facility witnessing Penny’s execution.
I wanted to ask him about it. I had so many questions. Had she said anything before the guards led her to her death? Had she made a deathbed confession of sorts? Had she cried? Despite everything, the thought of Penny alone in her last minutes broke my heart. In the courtroom, she’d appeared thinner than the day of her arrest, but she had radiated strength and pride, and I hoped that three weeks in Tramblewood didn’t rob her of that. I’ve never been to the prison, but I had heard stories. It was rumored to be a horrible place, devoid of light and goodness. The stuff nightmares are made of. If Tramblewood came anywhere close to living up to its reputation, I could have at least taken solace in the fact Penny was in a better place now.

The hover hangar was alive with activity when we arrived.
Operatives were busy loading luggage on to two Agency planes while flight crews readied the crafts for takeoff. The other instructors and administrators from the school that would be going with us to D.C. milled around.

Donavon helped load mine and Mac’s bags.
I stood mutely off to one side. I watched while Donavon said a quick goodbye to his father. Mac held two fingers up in my direction, and I understood that I had two minutes to say my own goodbye.

“So ...” Donavon began, coming over to me, “I guess this is goodbye.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” I said awkwardly. After everything we’d been through in the past couple of weeks and our tumultuous history, goodbye seemed insufficient – lame even.

“I’ll see you soon.”
His lips curved upward in a smile, but his eyes remained flat.

“Take care of Kenly.
I’ll never forgive myself if she doesn’t get assigned to the Hunters,” I tried to joke.

“I’ll do my best,” he said, visibly straining to keep the emotion from his voice.
“Don’t forget to take your medicines and make sure to get enough rest.”

I rolled my eyes.
Another person lecturing me about taking my medications and paying attention to my health was the last thing I wanted. At least Donavon actually cared, unlike Drs. Thistler and Wythe, who both treated me like a test case.

“Natalia,” Mac called from the steps to the plane, “let’s go.”
Apparently, my time was up.

“Bye,” I whispered, closing the small gap that separated us.

Donavon just stood there for a long moment, nervously chewing his lower lip and fighting the words on the tip of his tongue back. It had been like this a lot lately, him always seeming as though he wanted to tell me something but deciding against it at the last minute. Usually, I let him have his privacy. Not today, though, I opened my mind only to find his carefully guarded. I thought about knocking through his mental walls, but quickly dismissed the idea. Instead, I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. “I’ll miss you,” I mumbled into his ear.

“Me too,” he whispered back, pulling me closer to him.
Donavon’s lips brushed a kiss on my cheek. Then he turned and strode purposely from the hangar. As I watched him go, an uncomfortable feeling settled in the pit of my stomach and dread caused my next breath to hitch in my throat. Foreboding bathed me in a cold sweat and I wondered if I’d ever see my first love again. The notion was irrational. I would see him in three weeks. But logic didn’t help shake the feeling.

The cabin of the aircraft was spacious, with ten large recliner chairs spread throughout.
Most of the seats were already taken since the others had boarded while I took the extra time to say goodbye to Donavon. Only two unoccupied chairs remained - one next to Mac and one next to a small girl with choppy black hair, beady black eyes, and scrunched features: Cadence Choi. To say that Cadence Choi was not my friend was akin to claiming that Grand Canyon was a hole, a vast understatement. She was an instructor at the McDonough School that I’d investigated as a potential Coalition Spy. At the time, Cadence had been unaware of my intentions, but she’d been hostile towards me anyway. She hated me for achieving the goal that she’d set for herself, being selected to Pledge the Hunters. The fact that I’d actually failed to become a Hunter gave her some satisfaction, but not enough to lessen her animosity.

Mac had failed to mention that Cadence would be among the test administrators.
Her surprise presence did not thrill me, and the harsh glint in her beady black eyes when they settled on me indicated the feelings were mutual.

I went with the lesser of two evils and sank down next to Mac.
He gave me a tight smile, then withdrew a portable computer from his briefcase and booted it up. I settled into the seat and closed my eyes, hoping to catch some sleep before we arrived in D.C.

My mind wouldn’t quiet, though.
My overactive imagination conjured up horrible images of Penny’s last moments. The roar of the engines did nothing to drown out the made-up screams in my head.