The Hidden: The Taken Saga, #3
By Avery Blake and Ninie Hammon
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SciFi aficionado Avery Blake and sorceress of suspense Ninie Hammon team up to bring you The Hidden. This is the third book in The Taken Saga, a terrifying tale of alien invasion told from the perspective of three very special young people.
The Flood is coming.
Star has a vision that she paints on the gymnasium floor of the Zion Village: a black starship shooting a beam of light at the polar ice caps, melting them and flooding the world. Papa Eagle Feather claims that Star's vision is the fulfillment of a prophecy about a child from the stars who will save her people. With her warning, they've been given six days advance notice — six days to figure out how to survive the flood.
Can they build "Noah's Ark" in less than a week?
Noah says they don't have to build anything — they already have an ark. They can survive underground in the hundreds of miles of the labyrinthine tunnels and chambers of Matheson Caverns — but they only have a few days to load three thousand people and supplies inside.
Then Paco shows up from California with an army to kill the Kentuckians and steal their refuge. As the battle between them rages, the flood shows up a day earlier than they'd calculated. Now it's a desperate race against time. Star, Noah, and Papa Eagle Feather must fight their way through Paco and his armed killers, scrambling to get thousands of people underground as the water floods the valley below the caverns and begins to rise up toward the only entrance.
The Hidden is the third book in the new alien invasion series, The Taken Saga, by Avery Blake and Ninie Hammon. Get The Hidden and continue your new favorite science fiction series today!
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The Hidden - Avery Blake
Chapter One
Falling Star Yellowhorse sat up, panting, gasping for breath. She looked around frantically, unable to remember where she was or how she had gotten there. All she knew was that she was terrified of the black orb she had seen behind her eyelids. It was gone now that her eyes were open but the fear was still there. It hammered away in her chest like some Chinese gong. No, not a gong — gongs were slow and deliberate. Her heart was a timpani drum, fast and light, beating so rapidly she couldn’t imagine how the beats could be shoving blood through her veins. Squirting though her body that fast, wouldn’t a valve blow somewhere, and spew blood out from the pressure? A projectile nosebleed?
She willed herself to calm down, to breathe evenly. To think.
She closed her eyes, then opened them slowly again. It was as dark beyond her eyes as it had been behind the closed lids. Oh, not because she was blind. Star’s blindness was not total. When her drugged mother had pulled out in front of that truck eleven years ago when Star was seven, Star lost images but not light. She could see blobs, shapes, bright colors, and strangely enough, some cartoon figures, probably because they were drawn so simply. Her blind world was not a world without light, just a blurred world without distinguishable images. But it was black now.
The black orb she had seen had been blacker still. A black blotch on the sky. It had come from nowhere. It was simply there. Not there, then there.
Star watched it move slowly across the sky above her, blotting out everything, its gigantic shadow covering the earth. The whole earth! It went on and on, gobbled up the sky. Star could not imagine that anything could be that big, to cover up the whole sky. But it did.
And because it did, it left no place to run. So Star hadn’t tried to run. She had sat down and wrapped her arms around her legs with her forehead resting on her knees and tried to unhook from the gigantic mind that had placed that image in her head. No, not placed it there — that wasn’t accurate, but the image had come from that mind, the collective mind, the hive mind, up in the motherships.
She had put a toe into that gigantic mind seven years ago when she and Noah and Paco had been abducted, taken by a shuttle into the belly of a mothership. Once there, they could read each other’s thoughts. And they felt around them, well, she did anyway, the swirl of hundreds of billions of thoughts, a giant vortex of thoughts spinning around and around like water rushing toward the drain. It was the Astral hive mind and there was nothing else like it in the universe.
Star had tried once, only that one time, to tap into that hive mind with her own, to find individual thoughts. It was after she and Noah and Paco had been taken to the haunted house that wasn’t real, the one with the holographic horrors. They’d grabbed hands in fear and felt the snap! of connectivity, the three of them a mini-hive mind of their own. Noah had been describing Zion Academy to Paco, talking about the monastery with brown-robed monks who tended the huge farm. She had been listening, but then became aware of the background hum of the hive mind. The hum was always there — maybe it was a real sound or maybe just a psychic one, but from the moment Star set foot off the sand of the Taking Place and into the white plastic
room in the mothership, there was never a moment when the hum was silent. It was as constant as her own heartbeat in her ears.
So she’d … reached out with her own mind. She just wanted to take a little peek into the monstrous collection of Astral thoughts whirring around her. It had lasted only a few moments, but there was a space of time when she thought she had … opened a door into it, just a crack. That she had connected her mind to their hive. Then the force of the massive number of thoughts knocked her individual thoughts aside. There were too many of them, traveling too fast, a huge rush, an avalanche, like holding out a water glass to Niagara Falls and hoping to catch just a few drops.
She had instantly retreated, pulled her mind back away from the peeking crack
and returned to Noah’s description of a round man in a brown robe tossing feed to chickens. And after that, she wouldn’t allow her mind to go feeling around near the hive.
But the thing was … she’d always had a niggling feeling that she’d … left the door open. That when she’d tried to peek into the monster mind through a crack, she’d been knocked back … and had never closed the opening she’d created.
In the seven years since she and Paco and Noah had been in the mothership, Star had never once felt the presence of the Astral hive mind. Perhaps if she and Noah hadn’t been out in the middle of nowhere, perhaps if they’d been in a city with a mothership hanging in the sky above it, maybe then. But out here in rural Kentucky, with no motherships anywhere near, the hive mind was silent to her.
Until today.
Today, the mind had not so much reached out to her as … the mind was so full, with such incredible power, that it had overflowed. Thoughts had … spilled out of the hive mind … and out through the tiny crack Star had opened all those years ago, and she had been near enough, at least in psychic terms if not distance, to hear them. She hadn’t intended to, certainly didn’t want to.
Thoughts had spilled out of the hive mind because the entire mind, all the millions of billions of thoughts in the hive mind, had been totally focused on one incredible image, one mighty thing. Star caught the thoughts that … splashed into her mind through the crack, saw the image all those other minds saw.
Sitting there in the dark, Star tried to sort it out, to figure out what the hive mind had seen that was so incredible she had been able to see it, too. But there was a blank space in there, an empty spot that made it hard to piece the sequence of events together. She had gone to the gymnasium — how long ago? An hour? Five minutes? She didn’t know. Holding onto Pumpkin’s halter, she had let herself in the side door, hadn’t bothered to reach for the light switches, of course. When you were blind, turning the lights on wasn’t the first thing you thought of like it was for a sighted person. She just walked into the gym and into darkness.
Along the far wall under the basketball goal lay long sheets of butcher paper and cans of paint. Noah and his cousins Dave and Sam had spent the early morning hours spelunking in Matheson Caverns. Zion Village — the outgrowth of Zion Academy and the huge Gethsemane Monastery — lay between Jessup and the caverns, and once Noah and his father moved there, Noah spent untold hours in the caverns exploring and mapping the tunnels. He had arranged for them to meet Star at nine o’clock to make the gigantic sign they planned to hang in the center of the gym. They already had wires coming down from the ceiling struts. When they were finished, the sign would proclaim Happy Birthday Eagle Feather. Tomorrow, Eagle Feather Yellowhorse would be seventy-eight years old.
Star knew her grandfather would have a conniption fit when he realized the community of Zion Village was planning a party in his honor. At least an Apache warrior’s version of a conniption fit … which was a stone face and a grunt. She hoped that secretly, he’d appreciate the gesture. If it hadn’t been for the hunting and tracking skills he had so meticulously taught younger men once they got to Kentucky, their tables would not have been graced with all manner of wild game all these years.
He’d been an anomaly in New Mexico before Astral Day, an old Indian who kept to the ancient ways while the world passed him by. Then the world had turned upside down and wrong side out and he was suddenly as valued as Dr. Mikhail Ziegelman Garczonski, PhD, — Garson — the astrophysics professor who’d been claiming for his entire career that aliens had visited Earth many times in the ancient past.
Value systems had shifted in a heartbeat.
Star had been helping in the kitchen to prepare for the party, had gotten finished half an hour early and came to the gym to wait for Noah, Dave and Sam. She’d sat down on the gym floor beside Pumpkin — and that’s where the blank space was. She remembered everything up to that, then nothing until she woke up a few minutes ago from some dream, or from unconsciousness. Or from a vision. She didn’t know which. She just knew she had been sitting with her arm around her dog in the middle of the gym and the next thing she knew she was crying out in terror at the black blob, the black hole in the sky she could see behind her eyelids.
She didn’t know how long she had been … what? … unconscious?
Surely, the others would be here soon and — she stopped, thought for a moment. Was it possible that the same thing had happened to Noah?
She could find out, of course, but that wasn’t the way they’d worked things out over the years. When you could read the thoughts of someone else and they could read yours, it was both the most comforting, the most intimate and the most disturbing and intrusive thing it was possible to experience. She and Noah fit together into each other’s minds like a hand in a glove. They found that out on the mothership.
And that was glorious. But they still had to get up in the morning and brush their teeth and eat breakfast and lead normal lives. And you couldn’t do that when you were constantly being interrupted by someone rumbling around in your head. So they worked it out, the two of them. Speaking to Noah in his mind was just like she would have a conversation with him if he were standing in front of her. She would talk,
to him, an intentional act. She had trained her mind not to just wander in unannounced and he had done the same. Now that reticence was second nature to them. They could, of course. But they respected each other’s space and didn’t.
Of course, when she did speak to him, he would see far more than what she actually said so even a casual conversation between them was still very deep and personal.
She felt an overpowering urge to call out to him now in his mind. To tell him to hurry to the gym. To tell him she was scared of the horrible black thing she had seen. She needed his comfort, his support, and the warmth of his presence inside her mind.
But she didn’t. She just got slowly to her knees, and then to her feet, and stood there in the darkness with …
What was the sticky stuff all over her hands? She lifted her hands to her face and she could smell it.
Paint!
Her hands were slathered with paint! How had she gotten paint on her hands when it was sitting in unopened cans on the other side of the room? She started to wipe it off on the front of her pants, but then didn’t. There was so much of it! It was like she’d stuck her hands down into the buckets … why?
She didn’t know. And the not-knowing was becoming as frightening as what she did know — that she had seen some horrible black thing in the Astrals’ hive mind.
So she stood, her fingers so sticky she couldn’t pet Pumpkin or scratch behind his ears. What was keeping them so long?
As if in answer to her question, she heard a sound in the back of the room, and then heard the whomp, whomp, whomp sound of the big banks of lights in the ceiling of the gymnasium being switched on, one after the other.
Noah!
Star called out to him in his mind. Something awful just …?
It wasn’t Noah. It was his father. And almost as if she were touching him, she could feel emotions pulsing off him, like when she used to read fortunes when she was a little girl all those years ago in Roswell. What she felt pulsing off Sawyer Matheson was a sudden swirling of confusion and uncertainty, surprise morphing into stunned shock. What had he seen in that gymnasium in the light that she couldn’t see in the dark?
Chapter Two
Twenty-three-year-old Paco Sanchez was working out, benching on the free bar. He’d just added two more five-pound plates to the forty-pound free-weight bar and groaned from the exertion of lifting the whole 250 pounds.
He began counting, working in sets of twelve.
… two … three …
Grunting from the effort, enjoying the feel of his muscles moving fluidly.
Paco spent at least two hours in this personal gym every day and his biceps, triceps, massive shoulders and broad chest showed with their every ripple all the hard work he had done. In the past seven years, he had become as physically intimidating as he was mentally intimidating. As he grew, matured, filled out as a man, he had become a physical personification of the powerful man he had appeared to be in the minds of his followers, had grown into that role from the teenager who’d stood in an alley barefoot, trying to get his bearings, listening to Santoro talk about his escape plan and grasping for the first time that he could do what nobody else could do. Paco could hear the thoughts of others. He could insert his thoughts into theirs.
It was some time after that before he realized he could also control the thoughts of others.
Paco had acquired his telepathic ability as a prisoner on one of the Astral motherships, one of the twenty thousand people who’d been abducted in the early days of the invasion. No, he hadn’t acquired it there. He had always known things about people — a stranger’s birthday, or what cereal they’d had for breakfast, had always been able to nudge
others with his own thoughts. What had happened on the mothership was that his simple skill had been magnified tenfold, a hundredfold. He, Star and Noah had been the only children
on the ship. Oh, he wouldn’t have conceded at the time that not quite sixteen was a child. But it had been. He’d been lifted into the ship in a golden beam of light as a child, but he hadn’t come down that way.
And while he was there, the three of them had shared a telepathic experience unique among all the humans — they became a mini-hive mind.
Paco shook it off, didn’t let his thoughts go to Star and Noah.
… seven, grunt … eight, grunt … nine …
He had learned long ago to wall off all awareness of them. Maybe someday he could take those memories out and examine them, but not now, not yet, and he was realistic enough to understand he might never again be able to think of those two. That time, those people, seemed to grow darker in him year by year. Sometimes it seemed like the events were twisted into shapes and forms they had not been at the time, that his mind was changing reality into … whatever his mind decided it was. At times, he didn’t feel like the master of his own mind at all, saw history, what had been, slide into the open maw of his memories and get changed there. Altered there. Darkened, ever darkened in that place.
It was such a gradual thing he could pretend it wasn’t happening, that what had happened between the three of them, the actual reality wasn’t somehow morphing into something else, something it hadn’t ever been. It seemed, when he thought about it, that every day it grew harder and harder to remember what had happened. What had really happened, before his mind began to contort and distort it.
What wasn’t hard to remember was the emotion associated with the events. What he felt now was what he had felt then. Violation. Betrayal. Rage. They had seen! They had shared with him the most horrible moments of their lives and when he’d refused to reciprocate, when he’d kept private his most closely guarded secret, they had tricked him. They had conspired with the Astrals to … what? They’d struck a bargain, they had abandoned him.
The titan’s emotionless words rang in his mind.
In exchange for returning them to Earth, they agreed to leave you behind.
Paco had been alone then, truly alone. And the loneliness, the isolation had … Paco’s mind had replayed for him his secret horror — the night he had killed his best friend.
Suddenly, Star and Noah were there watching, seeing it all! They had tricked him into revealing what he’d refused to share. It was like … standing naked in front of the world. And they were entertained by his misery. Star and Noah had laughed at him, made fun of him!
They had, hadn’t they? Hadn’t they?
Yes! They’d enjoyed watching his soul bleed.
And someday … someday, Paco would collect payment for that injustice. Someday, he would make them pay.
Star.
And Noah.
… eleven … twelve, grunt.
Chapter Three
Eagle Feather knelt down on the damp ground and looked at the paw print that was plainly visible there. It was a bear print, left front foot, showed the foot pad and five toes, with little marks in front of the toes where the claws had dug into the dirt.
He picked up a stick he judged to be about six inches long, stretched it across the print, along an imaginary line atop the foot pad. On the right side, the stick covered the top part of the fifth toe, between the joint and the claw.
Black bear.
Good.
If it had been a grizzly bear, a stick laid on a line atop the foot pad would have passed beneath all five toes. And it would have been bigger, though this track was big enough.
An adult male black bear could weigh upwards of six hundred pounds and he judged that this one was on the higher end of that average.
He stood and looked around into the forest, listening. Unlike mountain lions, bears didn’t hide from their prey and then jump out at them at the last minute. If a black bear intended to have you for breakfast, you’d have lots of warning … not that the warning would do you any good if you weren’t prepared.
There had been a pile of spoor about fifty feet back on the rocks, and it was hard and dry. This track was several days old — it hadn’t rained in a week. Meaning this bear could be just about anywhere by now. Eagle Feather wasn’t looking for bear, though bear meat would be quite a delicacy if he could bag one. He was hunting elk, but would settle for a good-sized white-tailed buck. He’d rather have the elk because Sawyer had specifically requested he look for one — some kind of competition between Sawyer and his brother Taylor. Eagle Feather didn’t ask, just said he’d give it his best shot.
He stood still, his eyes flitting from the birds in the trees to the gray squirrels to the red fox that was nestled down behind a log about fifty yards from the creek bed. Game was plentiful here. Thanks to more than half a dozen years without the interference of humans, the ecosystems of the natural woodlands had rebounded remarkably. Game that had been concentrated into the national forests — the Daniel Boone National Forest in Kentucky all the way to the Smoky Mountains in Tennessee — was spreading out, reclaiming the wild as its natural habitat again.
There was a wolf pack operating around here, grey wolf, spreading down from somewhere north. He’d seen the tracks and heard their cry. There was a den in some nearby cave where the kits might be old enough to venture out on their own.
He’d seen mountain lion tracks too, two years ago and never again. He sincerely hoped that meant the big cat had just been passing through. He had had an unpleasant encounter with a puma near Tres Rios, New Mexico when he was a boy and he still had the scars to show for it.
The bear whose track lay at his feet had surely migrated west from the Smokies, where they were plentiful, probably much healthier creatures than the park bears who cut their lifespans in half by dumpster diving and eating human food. The world’s most common bear species, the black bears, were way more dexterous than people ever gave them credit for, capable of opening screw-top jars and manipulating door latches — whatever they needed to do to get at whatever food some idiot human left untended. The animals were strong, too, could turn over a 300-pound rock with a single foreleg, run up to thirty miles per hour, had excellent eyesight, a sense of smell like a bloodhound’s, were good swimmers and excellent climbers.
Eagle Feather had come by this information not from his lifetime of hunting wild game but from the Great Smoky Mountains National Park bear guidebook he’d found somewhere. That guide had stressed to tourists that bears were, indeed, wild animals, not teddy bears, and that they could be dangerous if provoked.
He’d read the guidelines about what to do if you encountered a bear, that included everything from making yourself appear large by spreading out your coat, chucking rocks at the bear, and backing slowly away. He had smiled at the directive to fight back aggressively with any available object if attacked and do not play dead.
Whoever came up with the play-dead myth had probably gotten more tourists killed than …
There were no tourists anymore. Not since Astral Day. Not since black Monday, when the population of the world had been reduced from seven billion to three billion — that’s what Sawyer had told him.
Four billion people — dead. Poof.
And as the years dragged out after Astral Day, Eagle Feather had felt a tightening of the tension string rather than a loosening. He had not bought into the everything’s going to be fine
myth. That was as stupid and dangerous a mindset as playing dead with a black bear. It wouldn’t be fine. Eventually, the Astrals would decide mankind couldn’t cut it and destroy them all. Eagle Feather hoped he didn’t live to see that day, and felt less tied to the world the older he got, as Star was welcomed into the Zion Village community, drawing people to her, with Noah, the other half of her psyche
by her side. In truth, she didn’t need Papa Eagle Feather to look after her anymore, and a part of him yearned to do as his forefathers had done. His family history claimed Red Fox, his great-great-grandfather on his mother’s side, who had simply decided it was time for him to die, had gone up into the mountains and sat with his back against a rock until he did just that.
Might be it was time for Eagle Feather to leave the world, the coward in him whispered, so he wouldn’t have to stay around for the end, for the song of the fat lady and the termination of humanity.
His eye caught a movement off to the right, a flag of white, the identifying mark of the white-tailed deer when they took flight, almost begging their adversaries to follow their white flag of surrender until they caught up with them. He turned, but didn’t go in the direction of the fleeing deer. He turned up the hill, keeping the brush between him and the trees. He would circle around, be waiting for it when it—
A sound froze him to the spot. A low grumble. He turned slowly, and off to his left was the bear whose paw print he had found on the path. Bears were most active during the early morning and late evening hours. This big fellow was out in the heat of the day for a reason, but Eagle Feather was not eager to find out what it was.
He studied the creature across the breadth of a small meadow, as it studied him. Bear meat? With a rifle, he could have dropped the bear with a single shot. But he had only his bow and arrow and a slightly off shot, and a deflected arrow meant an injured bear, and an injured bear was a dangerous bear.
The bear growled again, grumbled. He swatted the ground with his paw and rumbled.
This animal was demanding more space, and unless Eagle Feather intended to kill it, he should oblige the request. Without turning his back, the old Indian began to back carefully away from the bear. If it followed him, he would change direction. If it continued to follow him, then he would give more thought to the bear-meat solution.
But the bear appeared to be no more eager to make Eagle Feather’s acquaintance than Eagle Feather was to meet the bear. It continued to bluster, but clearly it was backing down, just as Eagle Feather was. It backed away, rumbling and swatting the ground.
Truce.
Eagle Feather made a mental note to talk to the monks about the bear when he got back to Zion Village, caution them about trash receptacles, leaving food out where the bear might smell it. And he’d ask the monks about bear meat, too. Did anybody in the whole monastery know how to cook a bear?
In truth, he didn’t want to kill the big black beast. His kind in the animal kingdom would rule the earth as soon as the Astrals got rid of his only natural enemy — man.
Eagle Feather had just started across the monks’ cornfield when Dave Matheson came running up to him. His Uncle Sawyer needed Eagle Feather in the gym. Star had … he wanted Eagle Feather to see. The old man felt a fear in his belly then, very different from what he’d felt when the black beast had growled its demand for more space.
Something was wrong with Star. And whether she still needed the old man or not, Star was Eagle Feather’s reason for living.
Chapter Four
The apology on Sawyer’s lips died there as soon as he saw the gym and Star standing with Pumpkin in the center of the floor.
He’d been going to tell her how sorry he was that he’d made the other boys late. Well, later. He’d caught them on their way to the gym, still covered in dust from a morning spent in Matheson Caverns, and asked for their help moving a chifforobe. Why use a forty-something-year-old back when here were three perfectly good twenty-something-year-old backs available. Noah wasn’t quite twenty, of course, but Sawyer was definitely feeling every day of forty-two.
The chifforobe didn’t fit where Sara wanted to put it. And so they’d hauled the thing all the way up another flight of stairs to fit it into a bedroom there. Where, gratefully, it fit just fine.
Well, it would once you moved the piano that was taking up all the space on that wall. So he got the boys to help him move the piano all the way down to the basement.
And when the sweet little lady asked the boys if they’d mind helping her move the bookcases as well, Noah had looked at him helplessly, and Sawyer’d said he would go to the gym and apologize in person to Star for making them late.
All those thoughts fell out of his head as soon as he saw Star, and he couldn’t quite process what he saw.
She was standing in the middle of the gym floor with paint splattered on the floor all around her. Not just a little paint. Like … lots of it. Like someone had poured out almost all of it. He looked at the back wall where they had lined up the paint cans last night to use today on the sign. Drying paint now oozed down the sides of every one. Sawyer must have gasped out loud because Star asked, What …?
Star was covered in splattered paint. It was on her clothes, in her