didn't want to alert Max or her brother to her predicament.
The Rogue cocked it’s head and she was almost positive it was smirking at her. A searing pain shot through her entire body, as though tiny knives were being dragged over every nerve in her body. She couldn't help but scream, and the sound terrified her. She had never felt anything so painful in her life, and the longer it continued the more she was sure she was going to die.
Ally couldn't form a coherent thought.
She was sure she was burning from the inside out.
After what felt like hours, the pain shut off. One second it was there and the next it wasn't, leaving her to wonder why she had been screaming in the first place. Her throat ached, and she reached up to her cheeks, where she found fresh tears.
The Rogue that had been standing over her was crumpled on the ground now, his body parts were at odd angles.
Two hands slid under her arms and she was being lifted.
She turned expecting to find Luke, but it was Max.
"How did you?" she started.
"All four of us put all of our weight into the door. It finally popped open," Max responded.
He was looking her over, his eyes wide with worry.
"Are you okay?" he asked. "The way you were screaming..." His voice caught in his throat.
Ally nodded. "I... I think the pain was in my mind."
What she didn't say is that she thought that if it had continued for much longer, that she might have gone insane. And then it wouldn't have mattered if her physical body was okay.
"Where are the others?"
Max looked toward the transport. "They grabbed guns and ran to help Luke."
Ally looked back at the broken Rogue. "Did you do that?" A sharp pain seared through her throat.
Max shook his head. "Luke did. When we broke free of the transport he was disposing of the Rogue. You were still screaming, even when it died, and he ran to finish off the others while I stayed with you."
Ally just nodded, not sure how to respond.
"We should help." She tried to move forward but her legs failed her. She fell toward the ground but Max caught her.
"Easy," he said. Instead of just supporting her weight, he slipped his arms under her knees and back, lifting her against his chest.
He carried her to the transport, where Stosh, Sabine, and Lilla were just making an appearance.
"We think we got them all," Stosh said quickly, his own eyes giving Ally a once over. "Luke said there could be more. We need to move, now."
Stosh jumped up into the transport and took Ally from Max's arms. He set her on a cot and went back to help Lilla and Sabine into the back. Max stayed on the ground, reaching out when Stosh handed him a bag of guns.
"I'll sit up front with Luke," Max said. He gave Ally one last look before shutting the door behind him.
The engine roared to life and the cot vibrated under Ally's body, reminding her of the pain that had been coursing through her body minutes ago. She hadn't met any Exceptionals with that ability back in the City, and she was sure Aden would have acquired such an interesting ability if he could have. It was scary, to think that some of the Rogues could be so powerful.
Sabine fell to her knees by Ally’s cot. "Oh Ally, when I heard you screaming..."
"Don't," Ally rasped. "Please." She didn't want to hear any more about it.
Lilla appeared with a bottle of water.
"What do you think those Rogues were doing out here?" Lilla asked. "We are far from the City by now."
Stosh leaned against the wall of the transport and slid down to the floor. He brought his knees up and rested his arms on them. "Maybe this Rogue dilemma stretches farther than we originally thought."
"Do you think they are in the Southern City?" Sabine asked.
Stosh shrugged, his gaze distant. "Who knows."
Lilla sat by Ally's feet. "I hope not," she said.
Ally didn't join in on their conversation. She closed her eyes and did her best to block out their words, trying to rest on the hope that the Southern City was intact, and that they would have a
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