Infernal Revelation : Collected Episodes 1-4 (9781311980007) by Michael Coorlim Page A
Authors: Michael Coorlim
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she'd been
released after her coma, but she did had vague memories of being
wheeled down the hall to the elevator. If that's where she had been
kept, it sort of made sense that her friends would have been in the
rooms nearby, right?
She glanced at the empty nurse station as
she snuck past, wondering who was sharing the floor with her. A
nurse, preparing Ashley for transport? A janitor, cleaning
wastebaskets? A fourth deputy, patrolling the halls while his
coworkers chased after Gideon?
As Lily drew near the suites at the end of
the hall, she could see a plaque numbering them 235 to 240.
Jackpot.
She crept, carefully, towards the door to
room 237. Unlike the others it stood open. She slowed to a stop,
peering around the door carefully, ready to jerk back if she saw
the tan uniform of Laton's finest.
Ashley caught her eye first. Lily felt faint
when she saw her friend, obscured by tubes coming out of her nose
and throat, hooked up to some kind of medical machine that was
probably the only thing keeping her alive. She looked so small, so
pale, so broken, it was all Lily could do to keep from running to
her side.
What held her back was the figure standing
by the foot of the bed. A man, a boy, a teen her own age with
shockingly pale alabaster skin and ink-black hair. He wore a
heavy-looking black duster over torn mud-splattered clothes, and
seemed to tower over the bed, casting a pall over it, like a
shadow, like a vampire, like death itself.
Almost as soon as she noticed the figure,
electric-blue eyes set in the shadowed recesses of his face
flickering towards her.
Those eyes.
She remembered those eyes.
Memory came crashing down upon her. That
face. A shape suddenly in front of the car. Lauren screaming and
trying to swerve out of the way. Covering her eyes as they hit.
Spinning as the car struck the dark figure with luminescent eyes
like sparks, as the car pivoted, as it wrapped around him like he
was a cement pole. The images came like snapshot rapid-fire blows,
each crashing against the fragile grip on sanity she was trying to
hold on to.
"You can't be," she whispered.
He moved towards her, but she was already
running. And she was fast.
***
She flew through
nightmare, her mind recessed, nothing but prey-animal, acting and
reacting.
Hallway.
Stairwell.
Lobby.
Lily was a track star, and no one in the
county could touch her. Her flight was dreamlike, strong legs
moving instinctively, arms pumping, not even sure that her feet
were touching the ground.
The world flashed by, startled orderlies
flashed by as she flew through the empty frame where Gideon had
smashed out a pane.
She was lightning.
She could tell that he was faster.
***
Gideon was already
huffing and puffing when he got back to the hill overlooking the
hospital lot, and he gave an inward groan when he saw Lily rocket
out of the building's front. It'd taken him almost ten minutes to
lose the Deputies, and another ten to double back around to the
hospital without being seen again. If they'd spotted
Lily...
Well. He was in no shape to help her out,
now. Even well rested, there was no way he could catch up with her.
Hell, he'd only managed to ditch the deputies because he knew all
the shortcuts and hiding places.
Then he saw the figure darting out of the
hospital after her, a black-clad form with bone-white skin,
something so fast it looked like it was gliding. The way it moved
was inhuman, and it was definitely gaining on her.
His eyes flicked back to Lily. He quickly
judged her speed and where the twisting streets of Laton would most
likely take her.
He started down the other side of the hill.
He wouldn't be able to catch up with her, but he knew all the
shortcuts.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Lily's muscles burned
with lactic acid. Her breath, while regular, strained a ragged
edge. She was used to pushing herself, pushing her body to excel,
but never this hard. She always held back from what her coach
called the red line, from the point
released after her coma, but she did had vague memories of being
wheeled down the hall to the elevator. If that's where she had been
kept, it sort of made sense that her friends would have been in the
rooms nearby, right?
She glanced at the empty nurse station as
she snuck past, wondering who was sharing the floor with her. A
nurse, preparing Ashley for transport? A janitor, cleaning
wastebaskets? A fourth deputy, patrolling the halls while his
coworkers chased after Gideon?
As Lily drew near the suites at the end of
the hall, she could see a plaque numbering them 235 to 240.
Jackpot.
She crept, carefully, towards the door to
room 237. Unlike the others it stood open. She slowed to a stop,
peering around the door carefully, ready to jerk back if she saw
the tan uniform of Laton's finest.
Ashley caught her eye first. Lily felt faint
when she saw her friend, obscured by tubes coming out of her nose
and throat, hooked up to some kind of medical machine that was
probably the only thing keeping her alive. She looked so small, so
pale, so broken, it was all Lily could do to keep from running to
her side.
What held her back was the figure standing
by the foot of the bed. A man, a boy, a teen her own age with
shockingly pale alabaster skin and ink-black hair. He wore a
heavy-looking black duster over torn mud-splattered clothes, and
seemed to tower over the bed, casting a pall over it, like a
shadow, like a vampire, like death itself.
Almost as soon as she noticed the figure,
electric-blue eyes set in the shadowed recesses of his face
flickering towards her.
Those eyes.
She remembered those eyes.
Memory came crashing down upon her. That
face. A shape suddenly in front of the car. Lauren screaming and
trying to swerve out of the way. Covering her eyes as they hit.
Spinning as the car struck the dark figure with luminescent eyes
like sparks, as the car pivoted, as it wrapped around him like he
was a cement pole. The images came like snapshot rapid-fire blows,
each crashing against the fragile grip on sanity she was trying to
hold on to.
"You can't be," she whispered.
He moved towards her, but she was already
running. And she was fast.
***
She flew through
nightmare, her mind recessed, nothing but prey-animal, acting and
reacting.
Hallway.
Stairwell.
Lobby.
Lily was a track star, and no one in the
county could touch her. Her flight was dreamlike, strong legs
moving instinctively, arms pumping, not even sure that her feet
were touching the ground.
The world flashed by, startled orderlies
flashed by as she flew through the empty frame where Gideon had
smashed out a pane.
She was lightning.
She could tell that he was faster.
***
Gideon was already
huffing and puffing when he got back to the hill overlooking the
hospital lot, and he gave an inward groan when he saw Lily rocket
out of the building's front. It'd taken him almost ten minutes to
lose the Deputies, and another ten to double back around to the
hospital without being seen again. If they'd spotted
Lily...
Well. He was in no shape to help her out,
now. Even well rested, there was no way he could catch up with her.
Hell, he'd only managed to ditch the deputies because he knew all
the shortcuts and hiding places.
Then he saw the figure darting out of the
hospital after her, a black-clad form with bone-white skin,
something so fast it looked like it was gliding. The way it moved
was inhuman, and it was definitely gaining on her.
His eyes flicked back to Lily. He quickly
judged her speed and where the twisting streets of Laton would most
likely take her.
He started down the other side of the hill.
He wouldn't be able to catch up with her, but he knew all the
shortcuts.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Lily's muscles burned
with lactic acid. Her breath, while regular, strained a ragged
edge. She was used to pushing herself, pushing her body to excel,
but never this hard. She always held back from what her coach
called the red line, from the point
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