Level 5
15 Help Street
CHATSWOOD NSW 2067
AUSTRALIA
Lucas got shoved. An old man’s face leached from the dark-
ness before it got swallowed by glistening ooze that bled down
his world.
Sorry.
He didn’t know if he said the word aloud. Even at fifteen
years old, speaking didn’t come naturally to him. His mother
told him that as a baby he hummed a strange melody before
he ever spoke. One day, the music stopped and he felt as if
he’d lost an arm.
He missed the music. Nothing felt right without it.
Over the years, drugs had invaded his body like poison, but
as the meds drained, new sensations finally came. Strong per-
fumes mixed with body odor and the smell of alcohol, fryer
grease and hot dogs wafted on the night air. Images spiraled in
front of him. Shapes of people emerged from a rush of colors
and made shadowy obstacles as he kept his feet moving on a
sidewalk that didn’t end.
Don’t stop. Stop and the Believers find you.
Lucas didn’t know if those thoughts were his. He only
knew he had to obey.
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her and no one argued about the choices she made. Living on
her own for the past six months, she did whatever she wanted,
whenever. Sometimes she liked how freedom tasted.
Now just wasn’t one of those times.
Liquor bottles on mirrored shelves were awash in green
spotlights with two bartenders eclipsing the eerie glow as
they worked. Rayne had moved her bar stool into the shad-
ows near a stockroom. Avoiding the light made her feel invis-
ible. Hunched over her drink with her head down, she wore
what she had on earlier that day, not bothering to change—
faded jeans, her favorite black Led Zeppelin T-shirt and an
old brown leather jacket that was too big for her. Something
she’d inherited from her father.
Everything about her said, Don’t mess with me.
She’d come to hang with the band, but when a sudden rush
of dark wrapped around her mood, she didn’t feel like play-
ing nice. She found the nearest shadow and morphed into it.
With school out, forgettable jobs by day made the Copper-
head something to look forward to…most nights.
Raising a finger, she got the attention of Sam, her favor-
ite bartender, and fished cash from the pocket of her jacket.
Sam had given her that squinty you’re full of shit look until he
carded her last year. She had the cred. Her ID looked totally
legit. At first she thought he’d turn out to be a real tool and
boot her ass anyway. But after he saw that she didn’t abuse the
privilege by ordering alcohol, he let it go.
Besides, beer tasted like horse piss. Not that she had first-
hand knowledge of that. She only knew she didn’t like beer.
One night of puking into a nasty public toilet in another bar
had cured her of wanting a repeat. After she visited the capi-
tal city of Spewcanistan on a not-so-temporary barf visa, she
decided to lay off the booze bullet to the brain and make a
change in scenery. Here, she felt at home, especially with Sam
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watching over her like a big brother. The guy turned out to
be seriously cool.
“With all the fruit juice you’re downing, I’d say you’re fully
immune to scurvy. That could come in handy if you were a
pirate.” Sam shot her his signature deadpan expression.
“I’ll keep that in mind if I see Johnny Depp.”
“You ready to switch up to OJ, live on the edge?” the
young bartender asked as he wiped the counter and gave her
a fresh napkin.
“Think I’ll have the main course. Dose me with spicy to-
mato juice, straight up.”
“At the risk of sounding like I’m stalking you, you want
extra celery?” Sam crooked his lip into a smile.
“Good one. LMAO,” she said with her serious face. “Yeah,
whack me with extra vegan sticks. Thanks.”
“Coming right up, moneybags.”
Sam tolerated her and never questioned why she racked
up frequent-f lyer miles at the Copperhead. Even during the
school year, she came to hang. The truth was that she hated
being alone in her apartment. She needed the noise, but to-
night she had more of a reason to show. She knew the band.
Archimedes, Watch Out was a pop-punk band with solid
gang vocals, on tour out of Texas. She followed them on
MySpace and Twitter and had seen them before at the bar.
Austin, the keyboard guy, had a fierce stare online that gave
him edge, but in person he had soft marshmallow for a heart.
The front man, Dalton, had an amazing voice that would
take them far, and Tommy played sweet riffs on guitar that
matched his eye-candy good looks. All the guys were totally
hot looking. That worked for her. She needed the distraction
of being in a crowd with a drool-worthy boy buffet on stage,
guys who knew how to dish out a heaping side of decibels.
With a fresh tomato juice in front of her—and practically a
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their parents died. The private mental hospital had ties to Mia’s
employer—the Church of Spiritual Freedom.
I never should have let her take you, Luke.
Losing her baby brother to guys in white coats had bro-
ken something in Rayne. Even though Lucas needed seri-
ous help, Mia’s rushed decision to commit him had shattered
what remained of their family, and Rayne had never seen her
sister’s betrayal coming. She felt stupid. And worse, she’d let
her brother down in a way she could never make up for, not
when Mia had restricted her visits to him. In his condition,
she never could explain, either.
That had been the last straw before she’d moved out. Rayne
couldn’t fake being okay with her sister using Lucas as a pawn
between them. He became the main reason Rayne had put
everything on hold. How could she get on with her life when
his was in the crapper? Luke didn’t have anyone else who
really cared about him. He couldn’t even look after himself.
She was the only one who loved him the way he turned out.
“Will you call me when they find him?” Rayne grimaced,
hardly believing she actually had to ask. Instead of answering
her question, Mia had one of her own.
“Will you let me know if he contacts you?” When Rayne
didn’t say anything, her sister sighed. “Yeah, didn’t think so.”
She tightened her jaw when the silence between them got
too loud.
“Mia, he’s my brother, too. Please.”
This time, her sister had something to say.
“If you get arrested for drinking, don’t call me to bail you
out.”
After the line went dead, Rayne resisted the urge to hit
something. Nice, real nice. No chance in hell her only call from
the gray-bar hotel would be to Sister Buzzkill. Even though
Mia knew how to f lip her switch, anger wouldn’t help Luke.
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She stashed her cell in her jacket pocket and headed out the
storeroom door. She had to go home in case he called, but if
he didn’t, then what?
Oh, God. Would he even know how to reach me? Did he keep
my number?
Imagining Lucas on the streets of L.A., messed up and alone,
made her sick. In her mind he was still a kid—and in serious
trouble. With everything piled against him, she had no idea
how he’d left Haven Hills in his condition, but a worse ques-
tion screwed with her head.
Where the hell would he go?
Sunset Boulevard
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ing its instruments, but her voice rose stronger above the din
like a haunting violin solo. He sensed her in his head. In his
body. In every strand of his hair.
Why can’t you hear me? With his mind reaching out to her,
he pleaded for an answer, but when all the voices stopped, he
felt sure that she’d punished him.
Don’t stop. I’m listening. You can talk to me, he told her.
The comforting murmurs returned, but the girl stayed si-
lent, even though he still felt her with him. Lucas turned back
toward the glass window. He didn’t need to see his own re-
f lection to know what had happened.
He felt it.
Brilliant spears of white shot through cobalt-blue and mag-
nified the energy inside him. In blinding glimmers of pearl,
the pulsing light made him want to smile, but he didn’t. The
colors that grew stronger were nothing more than a tick-
ing time bomb that had been masked by the drugs he’d been
given to control him.
A countdown had started—and the girl had sensed it, too.
Because of what you are, the Believers will hunt you down.
“What am I…exactly?” He said the words aloud, not to
her this time.
It wouldn’t take the Believers long to realize he was miss-
ing. Once they found out, they’d track him. If they caught
him, they’d never let him get away a second time. What he’d
done to escape them felt like a stupid accident. Hours earlier,
he opened his eyes to see he’d hidden in a delivery truck leav-
ing the hospital. Because of the drugs, he didn’t remember ac-
tually doing it. He’d left the facility without much of a plan,
dressed only in slippers and hospital-issued stuff. When the
truck stopped at a streetlight, he got out and never looked back.
After his head cleared enough for him to figure things out,
he knew he had to find something different to wear. When
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a drunk, homeless guy took his eyes off his stash, Lucas stole
spare clothes and grabbed a handful of coins the man had
panhandled and kept in a lidded cup. Now everything Lucas
wore stank. He hated it, but he fit the part of the invisibles
that haunted the streets of L.A.
Lucas knew his escape had been nothing more than dumb
luck, or a cosmic shift of the planets, or some other freak
anomaly. To stay free wouldn’t be easy. The Believers had
money. Lots of it.
Don’t trust anyone. No cops. The girl’s voice mirrored what
he’d been thinking, except for one thing.
Lucas needed to find a phone.
Outside a 7-Eleven, he found what he’d been looking for.
He fumbled through his pockets for spare change and the
crumpled piece of paper that he’d brought with him from
Haven Hills—the one his sister Rayne had given him with
her phone number on it. When he heard the ring, he shut his
eyes to picture her face. He wanted to imagine her happy, but
that was too hard.
Come on, Rayne. Pick up.
As the phone rang, he tried to remember if the number she
gave him had been her cell or where she lived. Soon it would
kick into voice mail. A message. He’d have to talk for real and
say something. With things screwed up, what the hell would
he tell her? Damn.
Don’t trust anyone. The girl’s voice replayed in his head, but
he had to make the call. Even though Rayne would have his
return phone number, Lucas knew he couldn’t hang out and
wait for her to call back. The Believers had too many ways
to track him. Instinct urged him to keep moving. He didn’t
want to put Rayne in danger, but he wouldn’t cut her out of
his life without saying goodbye.
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Goodbye. What was good about it? How would he say good-
bye to the only person he wanted to see?
Disappointment punched him in the gut, especially after
he heard her outgoing message. He didn’t know how much
hearing his sister’s voice would affect him until he felt a tear
slip down his cheek as he listened to her recording. When the
beep sounded, he wiped his face with the back of his hand
and took a deep breath.
“Rayne, it’s me. I’m sorry. I couldn’t stay there anymore.
That place… Something’s not right and I can’t trust Mia.
She was gonna let them transfer me to Ward 8. I couldn’t let
them do that. You’re the only one who ever—” He stopped
and gripped the phone tighter, trying not to sound pathetic.
“I want to see you, but that’s too dangerous.”
He knocked his forehead on the pay phone. Ward 8. Why
did he say that? He couldn’t explain his instincts about it, not
over the phone. His message sounded lame, and with a clock
ticking in his head, he felt exposed, especially after he spot-
ted the store’s security camera pointed at him.
“I gotta go, but—” he swallowed, hard “—you can’t look
for me. Promise me you won’t. It’s not safe. You’d only make
things worse for both of us and—”
When her message system beeped and cut him off, he shut
his eyes and took a deep breath to force the drug fog from
his brain before he called her again. This time he had to talk
faster and say what he really meant.
“Hey, it’s me again. What I called to say is…I love you,
Rayne. I’ll always love you.”
When he hung up the phone, he felt like crap. He’d sounded
like a drugged-out loser—a paranoid one. If Mia had con-
vinced Rayne that he was mentally unstable, his message to
her had sealed the deal. Although he wouldn’t blame Rayne for
how things turned out, he felt a weight in the pit of his belly.
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Because he loved her, he’d severed ties with the one person he
could count on. Whatever came next, he’d be alone to face it.
But Lucas didn’t have time to make things right. A ripple
of energy surged through him like a psychic shove.
They’re coming.
An urgent vibration made his insides twist, and the sen-
sation turned into painful needle pricks. A danger sign. He
didn’t have to hear footsteps like normal people. The Believ-
ers were coming for him. He felt it. No. Too soon. I’m not…
strong enough. He edged into the shadows of an alley to focus
his mind and body. When he felt the push of energy again,
he didn’t have to see them to know they were closing in. This
time he didn’t worry about drawing attention.
Lucas ran.
West Hollywood
Thirty Minutes Later
After opening her front door, Rayne saw the blinking light
that she had voice mail and rushed to her phone. She prayed
that the call had come from Lucas, but after hearing his mes-
sage, she was even more worried. She f lipped on a light and
slumped onto a bar stool near her kitchen to listen to her
brother’s messages for a second and third time.
“I couldn’t stay there anymore. That place… Something’s not
right…”
His voice had been shaky. She barely recognized him, es-
pecially with the traffic noise in the background. Still, he had
called her. That was something, wasn’t it? But what had scared
him enough to ditch Haven Hills in his condition?
“…I can’t trust Mia.”
Those words chilled her. Rayne didn’t trust Mia, either,
but, even drugged, Luke had sensed that their older sister had
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But if she’d been wrong about her sister, that would mean
Luke was really sick.
Rayne needed him to be the sweet, shy kid she remem-
bered—a gentle boy who had always been different—but what
if he wasn’t? What if the voices in his head had turned nasty—
something Mia had tried to protect her from? Taking Luke’s
side wouldn’t be easy either way. Backing him up—against
Mia’s money and doctors and her weird employer, the Church
of Spiritual Freedom—it would be the two of them against
the hospital, the courts and God. The law and God would be
on Mia’s side. No pressure. They’d never win a battle like that,
not without getting their asses smoked by lightning.
Before she hit Replay—to hear his voice again—a harsh
knock at her door made her jump. When she looked out the
peephole, her stomach tightened and she felt sick. Her sister
glared back as if she had X-ray vision and saw through the
door.
Worse, she had a cop in uniform with her.
“Damn, Mia. What now?”
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