But no good, not enough, and in seconds he would die from lack of oxygen.
Ignore the pain: fire!
He laced his fingers together blindly, turning the twin beams into one. He pushed against the seizing guts of the creature and inscribed what felt like a circle.
Then silently screaming from the heat, the starvation of his lungs, the violent spasms of his own body rebelling, he kicked and kicked, pulled himself into a tight ball and kicked where he had burned, with all his fading strength.
Air!
He breathed and vomited almost at the same time. He pried open one eye. Jack stood above him.
“Gaaahh!” Jack said, disgusted by the sight of Sam cocooned in a steaming mess of bug guts.
Jack grabbed his hand and yanked him up and out with such force that Sam flew through the air. Sam plunged gratefully into the water.
He surfaced, sucked in air, and dove under again. He washed the reek from his body and quieted the burns. But it had broken the skin. The creature had cut him. His heel hurt, but far worse was the terrible fear that he was destined for Hunter’s fate.
When he came up again he could see that the bug that had gone into the water was struggling, not far away, trying to get back to shore.
The dead one—the one Sam had killed from the inside— lay completely still. It almost seemed to Sam that it had a surprised look on its face. Or what passed for a face. Its creepy blue eyes glazed over.
One bug dead, one trying to get ashore, and the third still very dangerous.
“Jack!” Sam shouted. “The mast! On that boat!”
Jack frowned in confusion, then he nodded. He leaped onto a nearby sailboat, grabbed the aluminum mast, planted his feet, and, with a Herculean effort and a sound like a slow-motion chainsaw, ripped the mast out.
Dekka raised her hands and the rushing bug motored its legs helplessly in the air. It would only hold for a few seconds, but that’s all Jack needed.
“Okay, Dekka, drop him!” Jack cried.
Dekka dropped the creature.
Jack lifted the mast—a thirty-foot-long spear—over his head and stabbed it straight at the bug’s mouth.
The first thrust missed but gouged out one of the bug’s blue eyes.
Jack backed up to the end of the dock and ran at the creature. “Yaaaahhhh!”
He slammed the mast into its mouth and pushed madly, frantically, feet snapping deck planks, until the top of the mast suddenly burst through the creature’s side in a squishy explosion of guts and goo.
Sam started to push himself back up onto the dock but his hands were blistered. Jack had to heft him up by his armpits.
“Where’s Brittney?” Sam demanded.
Dekka shook her head.
“She ran away,” Toto said. “But she seemed to be changing. One arm was . . .” He didn’t seem to have words for it.
“Like a snake. A whip hand,” Dekka supplied.
“Yes,” Toto said. Then, “I’m ready to go back home now.”
“I can barely walk,” Sam said. He had to grit his teeth to keep from crying out in pain. The skin of his heel was gone, a chunk sliced out of it. He was bleeding all over the dock.
Sam slipped off his wet shirt and wrapped it awkwardly around his foot, making a very poor bandage.
“Let’s get out of here while we can. Drake will be back, with the rest of his army, and then we’re bug food for sure.”
Sam started hobbling but Jack grabbed him and hefted him up onto his shoulders. It was ludicrous: Sam was a head taller and quite a bit broader than Jack. But for Jack it was as easy as carrying a baby.
“You rocked, Jack,” Sam said.
Dekka slapped Jack on the back. “Got that right.”
Jack beamed although he tried not to show it. Then his face went green and he set Sam down and vomited onto a bush.
“Sorry,” he said. “I guess it made me sick.”
“Nerves, dude,” Sam said. “Been there. Let’s get out of here. Back the way we came. Drake will expect us to take the most direct route back to town and if he catches us out in the open we’re done for.”
“What happens when he gets to town with those creatures?” Dekka asked.
“Edilio’s got Orc—I hope. Plus Brianna. Taylor. He’s got his soldiers, although I doubt guns will work too well unless they can shoot through the mouths.” Sam shook his head.
His imagination went to Astrid. Too many awful pictures of what could happen to her crowded his head.
Could they reach town quickly enough to help in the fight? Maybe with him and Jack and Dekka joining the others they could stop Drake. Maybe.
Did Edilio even guess what was coming his way? Was he preparing? Had he found a way? Sam had not. Again and again he tried to find the way to win. Tried to imagine the scenario that would defeat this enemy.
Again and again he came back to the realization that there were only two people with the power to stop the creatures.
One: Caine. And Caine was far off on the island.
The other: Little Pete. He was far off on a different sort of island inside his own damaged mind.
Caine and Little Pete.
“Listen, guys,” Sam said, “I don’t see a winning move here. Not from me, anyway. It’s going to be on Edilio and the people back in town. I don’t even know if they know what’s coming. So we have to warn them.”
“How?” Dekka asked.
“Jack.”
Jack had been leaning forward. He stood back suddenly.
“Jack can move faster without us. With his strength comes a certain amount of speed. And he won’t tire as fast as we will. Hills don’t bother him, so he can go right over the hills, a straight line.”