SOMETIMES REVENGE IS NOT ENOUGH
THE HIDDEN
GIFT IAN SOMERS
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contents 1 Smoke & Mirrors
10
17 An Awakening
253
2 Secrets in the Dark
25
18 Forbidden Words
270
3 The Messenger
42
19 Argento 290
4 The Inevitable
59
20 A Lethal Pet
303
5 Midnight Caller
77
21 The Enemy Revealed
314
6 The Road
93
22 Guy Fawkes
333
7 Trouble 109
23 Facing the Devil
346
8 A Race Against Time
120
24 Retaliation
360
9 The Face of a Killer
138
25 To Have a Heart
376
10 Reunion 147
26 Demolition Squad
385
11 Fire & Water
163
27 The Assassins
403
12 Prophecies of Doom
187
28 The Hidden Gift
418
13 The Tin Man
204
29 Knowledge
433
14 Your Only Friend
217
30 The Last Straw
448
15 ‘The Dual Shield’
222
31 A Visitor at Christmas
457
16 The Real Deal
240
From the journal of Jonathan Atkinson
‘T
here are fifteen True Gifts. Each is both wondrous and terrify-
ing in its own way. The nature of these gifts will always be determined by the individual who possesses them. The gifts can be used for the betterment of mankind or for its destruction.’ The Prophet The Psychokinetic The Pyrokinetic The Precognitive The Metallisir The Ink-Seer The Warper The Emotomagnet The Spacerupter The Electro-psych The Mageleton The Light Tuner The Siren The Mind Switcher The Time Scanner
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CHAPTER ONE
Smoke & Mirrors
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ight was fast approaching and I was running out of time. I’d spent over ten hours wandering through the forest,
unable to find a way out and it would be an impossible task once the sun set. I wasn’t afraid of the dark, but at the same time I didn’t want to spend an autumn night out in the Scottish wilderness, and certainly not in that particular wooded area; someone had been following me all day and despite my numerous attempts at an ambush they had evaded me time and time again. I was beginning to think my pursuer was a figment of my imagination until I heard the footsteps once more. I dashed down a slope then sprinted for the cover of a fallen tree. I crouched low to the ground and watched from behind the twisted branches for any sign of life. The forest had fallen silent again and after ten minutes I rose despondently from my hiding place and continued my search for an escape route from the dreadful woodland. The footsteps were not the only things that had me on edge. The forest itself was unsettling. At times that day the trees on the periphery of my vision seemed to move. Something very unusual, and sinister, was going on around me and I was convinced I had been led into a trap that morning. One that I would not easily break free of. 10
Smoke & Mirrors The sun was low to my right and I figured I was heading south. That was the direction I needed to be going if I was to make it back to the road that I’d foolishly left that morning. I set a strong pace and kept to that direction for more than twenty minutes. I stopped when I came to a felled tree – the very same one I’d hidden behind twenty minutes earlier. I kicked up some loose dirt and roared in frustration. How was this possible? I’d kept the sun to my right the whole time yet I’d walked in a circle. It went against all logic and I’d wasted too much time. The sun was slipping behind the labyrinth of pines and the sky was dimming rapidly. I’d never make it out in darkness and I accepted I was sleeping rough for the night. I sat down on the trunk of the withered tree and rubbed my face. It was getting cold now the sun was fading and I could see faint trails of mist every time I exhaled. This was not going to be a pleasant experience. It was made ten times worse when I heard the sporadic tapping sounds from the branches above me – the first and unmistakable signs of rain. Within minutes it was a good oldfashioned Scottish downpour. I pulled up my hood and pushed my hands into my pockets and cursed under my breath. I should have been searching out shelter but I was too irritated to concentrate on anything apart from my aching legs; I’d been marching through woodland all day and my thighs and calves were throbbing. The scar on the back of my leg was acting up too. It had been seven weeks to the day since Marianne Dolloway fired a white-hot arrowhead into my leg and it still dogged me when I over-exercised. Seven weeks since that awful evening when my mentor and friend, Marcus Romand, was killed. I’d escaped the attack with my life, 11
THE HIDDEN GIFT but the scars from the fighting would be with me for the rest of my days. I’d suffered injuries to my legs, ribs and face, however the emotional scars were the hardest to overcome. I hadn’t managed one good night’s sleep in those seven weeks. I hung my head and rubbed my hands together vigorously as the rain got heavier. I should have moved to a more sheltered spot but I remained in the open as the rain lashed my shoulders. I didn’t move because out of the corner of my eye I could see the trees were shifting around again. I had to get to the bottom of this little mystery before I settled down for the night. Everything was static for a few moments and I remained seated, with my head bowed. I was ready to make my move and once I noticed the trees far off to my right moving again I sprang off the fallen tree and forced psychokinetic energy out of my arm. I whipped the energy through my hand and sent the wave shooting across the forest at the trees that seconds earlier had been floating from side to side. The energy sliced through the woodland, downing branches and there was a loud blast as one tree took the brunt of the wave and was shredded into a million splinters. As the tree fell I glimpsed a figure moving away into the shadows. I summoned my power once more and fired a spike of energy out of my index finger. More branches crashed to the forest floor, but the figure was gone. Or was it? Suddenly the trees to my left were shaken by a mysterious force and I threw myself to the ground to avoid it. The pine just next to me bent violently as a psychokinetic wave swept over me. I had been followed, and it seemed I’d ruffled my pursuer’s feathers! I scrambled along the damp woodland floor on all fours and 12
Smoke & Mirrors crept into some bushes. The rain was coming down heavier now and it was impossible to listen out for footsteps. I’d have to wait until my attacker revealed himself. I had gathered a lot of energy and was ready to strike at the first sign of movement. A shadow moved across the pines and I looked left to see a man moving to a thick tree trunk and using it as cover. I sprang from my hiding place and released the energy from within me. The trees swayed before me and the man was knocked off his feet. I moved forward, with the intention of hitting him even harder as soon as he got back to his feet, then I was sent reeling backwards by another wave of energy. I crashed into the undergrowth and my head bounced off the ground. My blood was boiling as I clambered to my feet and fired an immense wave of power across the forest. The mysterious attacker should have been broken in half by my attack, but he appeared again, as a shadow deep in the forest. I felt a sudden surge of anxiety creeping into my chest and knew my precognitive gift was warning me of an imminent attack. I moved to the side and an invisible bolt that made a sharp buzzing sound whizzed past my ear. Something struck the tree right behind me and it was instantly set alight. The flames spread across the branches and a bright yellow light shone across my face. I was a sitting duck. Yet another shot was fired at me and I only managed to avoid it thanks to my precog gift. It had been a close call – the loud buzzing had come so close that it left my right ear ringing. I tried my best to counter the attack by forcing out a broad wave of energy to hold off my foe. 13
THE HIDDEN GIFT I then saw many shadows moving through the trees. There wasn’t just one person following me, it seemed there were scores of them hunting me down! I knew I was outmatched and decided on making a hasty retreat. I fired out a wild blast of energy then turned and ran. To my surprise I saw a gap in the trees ahead of me leading to an open space. I had found the way out and just in time. I ignored my aching legs and sprinted for the opening. I ran as fast as I possibly could, hoping I could reach the open field that would surely deliver me to safety, or at least to a place where I could see my enemies. Something hit my face with an almighty crack. I was knocked off my feet and came down on my back. I rubbed my face to find a trickle of blood from my nostrils, but thankfully my nose wasn’t broken. My eyes had filled with water and it took a moment to clear them enough to see what had hit me. This wasn’t making any sense at all. I thought at first that something had hit me; as I gazed upward I saw that it was the other way around. There was no gap now, just another wall of pines and I had run straight into one at full tilt. I recognised the deep rolling laughter that was coming from behind. I didn’t need to turn around to know it was Mike ‘Hunter’ Huntington. I pushed myself off the sodden ground and leaned against the tree, still rubbing my nose. Hunter was sitting on a tree stump nearby. ‘You’re a horrible person,’ I shouted at him. ‘What on earth did I do to deserve being sent out here to live with you? This is like a prison sentence! Actually, it’s not – it’s like being trapped in a lunatic asylum.’ ‘You’re the only crazy one here, Bentley,’ he chuckled. ‘Look at you, running face-first into a tree. That looked mighty painful by 14
Smoke & Mirrors the way.’ ‘Funny,’ I sneered. ‘Did you have this whole thing planned? ‘It’s part of your new training regime.’ ‘Training regime, my eye!’ I snapped my hand forward and fired a shot of energy at him. The blast shook some long grass at the foot of a tree. Hunter was not there. The tree stump was not there either. Had it been a figment of my imagination? Was I going nuts? I had been through hell and back in recent months and perhaps it was finally taking its toll on me psychologically. No! This was another illusion. This was Hunter’s latest effort at unnerving me. To run away. To have me wandering aimlessly through that damned forest. I wasn’t playing his game any longer. I sat down on the grass and folded my arms. No matter what he tried I was not going to be drawn into this ridiculous game again. I’d spent seven weeks living in the isolated cottage with Hunter – I called him that because it seemed to irritate him – and he was supposed to be teaching me how to improve my gifts. But in all that time he hadn’t taught me a single thing, except how to lose my temper. The man had barely talked to me the first four weeks and he still hadn’t even told me what gifts he possessed. When he did start talking to me all he did was order me about and give me exercises to do each day. Within a week it became clear that the exercises were only chores and had nothing to do with my gifts. My time in Scotland was becoming a nightmare and all I wanted was to either get back to London to see my girlfriend, Cathy Atkinson, or to kick Hunter’s ass! 15
THE HIDDEN GIFT Chores were difficult enough to deal with but now it seemed my tutor was moving to another level of antagonism by playing mind games. He’d told me that morning that I was about to get a chance to prove my power. We got in his 4x4 and he drove along the border of the forest for an hour before telling me to get out and find my way back to the cottage. And with that he drove off and left me standing in mud up to my ankles by the edge of the darkest forest I’d ever seen. I shouldn’t have been surprised at all; I’d already discovered that the gifted, mostly the older ones, were an eccentric lot. They never did what you expected them to. This also made them very dangerous when they weren’t on your side, which I’d found out in such tragic circumstances at the Atkinson house seven weeks earlier. ‘Do you always give up so quickly?’ Hunter asked in his deep Scottish accent. He was standing only a few yards away and was leaning against a wide tree with his muscular arms folded across his chest. ‘Do you always sneak up on people like this?’ ‘Never answer a question with a question,’ he said as he left the tree and strolled towards me. He sat close by and grinned at me, almost as if he were gloating. ‘I’m quite skilled at sneaking, aren’t I?’ ‘You are,’ I replied as I watched him carefully. He looked older in the dim light than he had earlier that day. The lines on his face were deep and rigid as if he’d endured a hard life. My Dad would have described it as a face that was well lived in. I guessed he was about forty years old but he was quite athletic and could probably outrun me. He had a fast temper and knew little of fear. Hunter wasn’t the type of man you’d want to get 16
Smoke & Mirrors into a fight with. ‘How did you do it?’ I asked. ‘You mean follow you without you seeing me?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘I thought you might have guessed that by now.’ ‘I’m too tired to guess.’ ‘One of my gifts is light-tuning. It’s the pure form of the gift and I’ve mastered most of the techniques developed over the centuries – and I also have a few tricks of my own design.’ ‘I saw Romand use that gift a few times. He was very skilled.’ ‘He was. Alas, Romand did not have a pure gift.’ ‘Someone with a pure gift can draw in energy from their surroundings, right?’ ‘Exactly. It makes them extremely powerful compared to those with gifts that can only use the residual energy in their own bodies, which is limited. Unfortunately, Romand’s gifts were not pure …’ A sudden sadness fell over Hunter’s expression and he became distant. It was hardly surprising, as Romand had been his friend for many years. ‘It’s a shame Romand wasn’t more powerful,’ I said. ‘Indeed,’ Hunter nodded. He looked at me and smiled. ‘Despite his shortcomings, Romand made the most of his abilities and was a fine warrior. But he could not do some of the things that I can do. Romand could only cloak himself using body refraction for a couple of minutes. I have remained cloaked for the entire eight hours that we’ve been in these woods.’ ‘You’ve been on my heels that long?’ ‘Yes, ever since I left you by the side of the road. I drove on for a 17