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She clawed at the strap around her neck with the bony fingers but they were no more useful than her flesh and blood ones. But she could feel something in her bones. Death's hand was buzzing from the inside, as if it knew it had something more to offer.

The belt tightened, cutting off the air to her lungs. Desperate, she reached out to the buzz, asked it with everything she had left to help her. The buzz grew stronger and she bent the bony fingers, pulling against a cord she could not see, beckoning a force that seemed just beyond her reach. She called with her fingers again and again, the buzz growing stronger as she was drawn closer to unconsciousness. The stone around her neck blackened. Was she dying or out of time?

And then the strap around her neck loosened. Air burned down her raw throat into her lungs. A spark ignited at her throat, the stone coming back to life. With the newfound oxygen, she was suddenly aware of a commotion going on around her. The Watcher with the goatee struggled against an opponent, someone choking the Watcher from behind, someone tall and strong.

Malini turned in place. An army of people had come to her rescue. Everywhere, the Watchers fought off attackers. She tried to see, to focus on the people who had come to her aid.

One of them was injured. The man's arm hung useless as he scuffled with the red headed Watcher. Then she noticed another had a rancid wound in its side. As she turned in place, the buzz in her hand was so strong it felt like a swarm of stinging wasps. But she didn't care about the pain. She just wanted out of there.

She backed down the path, toward the opposite gate, sliding between the Watchers and their attackers. It was only after she moved outside the ring of violence that she saw where her rescuers had come from. The graves nearest the scuffle were open, fresh piles of dirt on each one. And further out, hands were breaking the surface of the graves.

The dead were rising.

Their milky eyes sought her out, awaiting her command. They were hers. She had raised the dead. The bones of the older corpses pulled themselves together, gristle and strips of muscle in various stages of decay. The buzz in her bones intensified with each one who rose from the grave.

"Kill them," she commanded and to the sound of inhuman howls they did. The zombies ripped the Watchers apart piece by piece. Wings and limbs and heads flew from the fight, and their black blood oiled the path. When all were finished, the dead stood facing her, swaying slightly at attention.

On instinct, she held up the buzzing hand, which had coiled into a fist. "I release you," she said loudly and relaxed her fingers, letting the invisible cord that she had retracted out inch by inch. The zombies walked backward to their graves, sinking into the dirt, swallowing by the earth. When all were buried again, Malini held the hand up in front of her face. She could still feel them there, under the surface, waiting for her next command.

"Holy shit," she whispered, turning the bones back and forth in the twilight. Shivering with the remnants of fear and lingering exhaustion, she found her glove and slid it over the bones. Then she finished walking the path, and emerged from the cemetery.

She collapsed to the grass on the other side of the gate. With the adrenaline giving out, the pain hit her full force. A ring around her neck throbbed where the strap had dug in, her limbs ached, and her skin burned. Black and red blisters ran from the elbow above her skeletal hand, across her chest and down her left arm.  She couldn't see, but she suspected by the pain the burns covered her stomach as well.

Every breath was excruciating. She curled on her side and sobbed into the grass. The pain was unbearable. She prayed to die.

When a warm, wet tongue licked her cheek, she knew it was Wisnu. He sniffed her face worriedly. She was too exhausted to respond. Digging his nose under her belly, he rolled her across his neck. A few jarring steps later he dumped her gently into an icy cold stream. The water was only inches deep but it sprayed over her as it jetted across the stones, soaking her to the bone.

"WISNU!" she yelled, getting a mouthful of water in the process. She planted her hands on the bottom and pushed herself up to a sitting position. When she felt steady, she stood and walked her shivering body to the shore. "Wisnu! Bad boy. No!" She shook her finger in his face and the mongoose lowered his head to the grass.

But Malini had to admit, the pain was better. The blisters faded to pink tender skin and then completely healed. She rubbed her neck and found it free from pain as well. She remembered the day in the lab, when the water had washed her burn away.

"The water heals me! Wisnu, you're a genius!" She wrapped her arms around the animal, hugging his neck and burying her face in his fur. He rested his chin on her shoulder.

When she pulled away, she looked up the grassy knoll near the stream and an odd feeling turned her stomach. The water...this meant something. The truth came to her without an effort, a sad revelation she couldn't deny.

"I always thought…When I was a little girl, a Buddhist monk gave me a note. He said it was my destiny. The note read
water
. Since last year, I thought the note was about Jacob. I thought that we were meant for each other because his gift was water. But maybe this is all it meant. Water heals me. Maybe the word didn't mean Jacob at all. Maybe it was just talking about me. About what I needed to be whole."

Wisnu had nothing to say about the theory but he licked her face in response. She ran her hand over his neck, pondering the idea that maybe her love for Jacob wasn't destined at all. Maybe it was a relationship just like everyone else's.

"How about a ride, Wisnu?"

The mongoose lowered its body and Malini climbed on. He jogged down the path while Malini pondered her journey and wondered if she had any energy at all for what was to come. But relief spread across her body when she saw the veranda where she'd begun in the distance. As Wisnu grew closer, she saw Fatima sitting at a table outside. A short, dark woman who looked positively ancient sat across from her.

The two women stood when they saw Malini, raising their glasses in the air. Fatima spoke in a loud, husky voice. "Hail, Malini, our new Healer, shaman, and medicine woman. You shall give life with your left hand and bring death with your right. Congratulations Soulkeeper."

Both women drank the red liquid in their glasses and then bowed their heads in her direction. Malini should have felt proud to have succeeded, or relieved to be alive, but instead, as she watched the women beckon her to their table, all she felt was the weight of the world shifting to her shoulders.

Chapter 23

Return

Her body was too warm. That's what Jacob thought when he took Malini's hand in his. She felt feverish. Was this his warning that she wasn't coming back? Jacob had noticed his temperature drop when he called the water, but he'd always assumed it was because he used ice to fight. But when Mara used her power for too long, her body turned icy cold. Did Soulkeepers grow cold at their most powerful? And what did that mean for Malini who was burning up?

He leaned forward from his perch on the end of her bed and placed his lips on her forehead. Then, even though he had an audience of his mom, Mara, Gideon, and Dane, he lowered his lips to her mouth and gave her a proper kiss.

"Come on, Malini," he whispered to her. "Wake up."

He jolted when he felt her hand move. "She squeezed my hand!" he said to the others.

They crowded in around the bed. "Malini? Malini?"

Her eyes fluttered open and Jacob gasped audibly. The normally chocolate brown color of her eyes was luminescent, a deep golden-brown lit from within. The others in the room leaned in for a better look.

"Oh my God," Mara whispered.

"Wowza," Dane said with childlike astonishment.

Malini swallowed and then her lips began to move. "Water," she mumbled.

The room became a flurry of activity, everyone tripping over each other to grab the foam cup with the straw off the bedside table. The nurses had been caring for her illusion for days, and Jacob felt the ice shift within the cup as he snatched it out of Dane's hand and brought the straw to her lips.

She drank greedily, and then sat herself up in bed, motioning for Jacob and Dane to back off. She met the eyes of each of her visitors. "What is everyone staring at?"

"Gideon, pass her the mirror," Jacob said.

"Of course," he replied, handing the mirror from the bedside table to Malini.

Malini lifted it in front of her face, turning her head from side to side to check out her new eyes. "Well if that freaks you out then you should all probably brace yourself." She lifted her right hand and scratched at the inside crook of her elbow. Her fingers caught, and then like something out of a horror movie, she peeled back her own flesh from her bones.

"Sweet Jesus!' Lillian yelled from her spot near the windows. She was still technically a patient and hugged the robe she was wearing tighter around her body.

Jacob leapt to his feet, backing toward the windows. Dane vomited into the garbage can near the bed. Mara pressed herself against the closed door of the room, her eyes wide. Gideon completely disappeared.

Malini laughed. "Look at all of you. It's as if you've never seen the hand of Death before."

In the silence of the room Jacob heard his heart pounding as every cell in his body told him to run. Sure, the sight was horrific, but it was more than that. The thing on the end of Malini's arm emitted fear and dread. The air was heavy with impending doom.

He was relieved when she slipped the flesh back over the bones and flexed her fingers. "It's harmless with the glove on but I wouldn't recommend touching it otherwise." She said this softly, as if she realized any loud noise or sudden movement might push her audience over the edge. Her eyes flicked downward and Jacob saw a frown creep across her face.

"Well…you must have some story to tell, Malini," Jacob said. A smile forced its way onto his face. He returned to her side, leaned forward and took her into his arms. For all the changes she must have experienced, her hug felt the same. And the longer he held her, the more the fear drained from the room.

Jacob released her, sliding his hands down each of her arms. They felt normal, the same as always.

"Welcome home, Malini," Gideon said.

Dane nodded and patted her on the shoulder.

From her space behind Dane, Mara added, "Welcome back," then slipped into the hall. Jacob's stomach twisted as he thought about their kiss. The secret between them already festered like an old wound.

"When can I leave here?" Malini asked.

"This afternoon," Gideon replied. "Your illusion has been progressing nicely and your doctor plans to release you today based on your perfect test results. Of course, all of those were faked as well. I have no idea what your blood would look like at this point. I don't recommend you allow them to examine you too closely from here on out."

"And Katrina? What happened to her?"

"She's still in a coma. We've done all we can. I couldn't heal her." He breathed a deep sigh.

"Take me to her," Malini said. Jacob noticed a change in the way she said it. Her voice, usually soft, took on an almost military charge. No one in the room would have dared say no to her.

Jacob helped her out of bed and wrapped her robe around her shoulders. "Dane, you should wait here. They only allow two visitors at a time.

"Okay," Dane said. Jacob didn't think he was disappointed. In fact, he still looked a bit pale from vomiting.

Lillian led the way out into the hall. They rode the elevator down a level and found Katrina's room in the Intensive Care Unit, next to Emergency. They paused at the glass wall. Carolyn Laudner was kneeling next to the bed, praying the rosary. Katrina's body stretched motionless, her chest rising and falling only with the aid of a ventilator.

Jacob knocked on the see-through door.

"Carolyn, the kids would like to visit with Katrina. Why don't you let me buy you a cup of coffee?" Lillian said. She put an arm around Carolyn who nodded her head. Leaning into Lillian as she stood, they walked past Jacob and Malini to get out the door.

Aunt Carolyn paused as she passed, placing a hand on Jacob's shoulder. "Thank you for coming to visit her. I think she knows we're here."

Jacob nodded and walked to the bed, watching his mom usher his aunt down the hall. When he returned his focus to Katrina, all he could think was that Aunt Carolyn was terribly wrong. Katrina didn't know anyone was in the room. As far as Jacob could tell, she was barely alive.

"She's close," Malini said, as if she read his mind. "But we can't allow her to die. She may have information that will help us. We need her."

Jacob wasn't going to argue. Not with the look of certainty on Malini's face. He watched as she approached Katrina and worked her left hand under the gown, onto the skin over her heart. On contact, Jacob watched the heart monitor change. The heartbeat quickened and became more even.

Malini closed her eyes and the room was filled with a smell, like burning flesh. At the place she touched, smoke rose between her fingers. Jacob looked up at the fire alarm and said a silent prayer it wasn't enough to set it off.

Katrina's body twitched. "Is she having a fit or something?" Jacob asked, but Malini didn't answer. She seemed far away or deep within herself, Jacob couldn't tell. What he did know was that thick black goo oozed from Katrina's nose and ears. He'd seen that ooze before. Watchers bled that stuff when you stabbed them.

Black dribbled from her mouth. Black stained the bedspread where it looked like she'd wet herself. Jacob shivered to think that stuff was inside of her. How had she survived so long?

Malini's hand began to blister between her fingers. Black crispy skin creeping up her wrist. Jacob reached for her, but Malini pulled her burnt hand away before he made contact.

"It's okay, Jacob" she said. "This is how it's done." She turned to the little sink next to the bed just as Katrina began to cough around the tube in her throat. Jacob watched as the water from the sink washed away the burnt edges, then the blisters, then the red burn, until Malini's hand was completely healed.