Just as I get close, her remaining two locust pets fly into White Streak. They’re no match for the monster, and he tosses them aside easily.
The rest of the scorpion-tailed locusts fly in nervous, agitated loops above and in front of me, going in every direction and just barely avoiding crashing into each other. They seem confused and upset.
I can’t get past them and have to back off from their shifting barrier.
White Streak lifts his enormous stinger, getting ready to strike at my little sister, who is still thrashing under his foot.
I try to dart in between the swooping locusts, but their stingers are everywhere and I can’t get past. On the other side of the fight, I see my mom having the same problem.
White Streak’s stinger whips down toward my sister.
I scream and take a step toward them. A locust flies right into me, slamming me down onto the concrete.
Amazingly, Paige reacts faster than the stinger. She twists her body out of the way. The stinger jabs into the asphalt, embedding the tip in the bridge.
Before White Streak can pull it out, she bites into his tail. Blood bursts out around her mouth as if she bit into an artery. She rips out a chunk of his tail before he can swat her away.
This time, when he hits her, there’s desperation in his motion. This time, when he hits her, a locust drops from the sky and stings his neck.
White Streak swings and blindly grabs at the traitorous thing. He snaps its neck and tosses its dead body onto the street.
Another locust hits him with his body in a fast flyby. White Streak staggers, taking his foot off Paige for a split second. It’s long enough for her to scramble up.
From above us, two locusts dive to attack Paige.
She ducks from one and runs headlong into the other. My blood freezes as White Streak’s locust shoots its stinger toward my sister.
A shotgun blast hits Paige’s attacker.
The locust falls writhing on the ground. The shooter stands nearby, looking familiar.
Martin nods to Paige, with his rifle still aimed at the bleeding locust. If he keeps this up, I might even forgive him for lassoing Paige for being a monster.
Paige turns around and leaps to rip into White Streak’s throat.
Locusts begin swarming on Paige’s side, swirling above her as she rages. They’re drawn to her furious cries despite whatever influence White Streak has over them.
Another group of locusts swarms on White Streak’s side. I wonder if there is going to be an all-out war among them.
The ones hovering above Paige spin off to attack White Streak. The ones above White Streak drop to attack Paige.
Martin shoots at Paige’s attackers as they come for her.
Locusts clash midair, crashing and stinging until there’s a horde of them engulfing White Streak and Paige.
I can’t see what’s happening as they get buried under a mass of wings and stingers.
I think I stop breathing for a minute. I can’t see anything beyond the seething giant that is the swarm.
The locust cloud lifts from the bridge into the air as everyone watches. The wind generated from their wings buffets our hair and clothes, whipping us all. They float up into the sky until they blend into the mist, making it look like the sky is boiling.
They drift off over the bay, and I can’t see Paige or White Streak anywhere.
There’s nothing I can do for her now.
I have to accept that my sister has to go through her own fight. I just need to survive and be here for her when she gets back.
Don’t think about the possibility of her not coming back.
61
As soon as the locusts leave, I can see the sky filling with angelic warriors.
I catch myself automatically scanning the sky for Raffe, but I don’t see him in the mass of bodies.
I put my noise-canceling headphones on and shut my eyes to brace for what’s about to hit.
Even through my closed lids, I can see the blindingly intense spotlights turning on everywhere. The lights stab my eyes as soon as I try to open them.
I have to squint and blink several times to adjust to the brightness.
The angels shield their eyes behind their arms and pause in their flight. Several of them crash into each other. Many turn around to get away from the blinding light and fly straight into their buddies.
The lights stab my merely human eyes. I can’t imagine how painful it must be for the angels.
Then the giant speakers screech their feedback – the loudest and most piercing feedback I’ve ever heard, even through my noise-canceling headphones. All that intense noise blasting straight into the angels’ hypersensitive ears.
The angels slam their hands against their ears. With their eyes and ears assaulted, they’re staggering in the air, neither attacking nor flying away.
The angels’ exceptional night vision and sharp hearing is working to our advantage. Their superior abilities are their weaknesses now. They can’t turn it off. The intense lights must be killing their eyes. And that noise – hell, it almost makes my ears bleed with the sharp blast.
It helps to have Silicon Valley geniuses in your crew.
Freedom fighters with rifles pop up everywhere – beside the stage, along the bridge walkways, and behind the bridge supports. Although I can’t see them, there should also be snipers settled beside each spotlight and on platforms hidden beneath the bridge.
Gunshots ring through the night.
While the angels are staggering in midair, trying to see and think enough to get away from the god-awful noise, our fighters are shooting them down into the water. After what I saw when we fought angels in the sea the other day, it’s a good bet that most of them can’t swim.