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  Raging Light

  Kyla Stone

  Paper Moon Press

  Copyright © 2018 by Kyla Stone

  Raging Light

  All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real places are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and events are products of the author’s imagination, and any resemblances to actual events or places or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Printed in the United States of America

  Cover design by Deranged Doctor Designs

  Book formatting by Vellum

  First Printed in 2018

  ISBN 978-1-945410-21-5

  Paper Moon Press

  Atlanta, Georgia

  www.PaperMoonPress.com

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  Contents

  Also by Kyla Stone

  1. Micah

  2. Amelia

  3. Willow

  4. Gabriel

  5. Amelia

  6. Willow

  7. Amelia

  8. Willow

  9. Micah

  10. Willow

  11. Gabriel

  12. Amelia

  13. Gabriel

  14. Micah

  15. Gabriel

  16. Willow

  17. Gabriel

  18. Amelia

  19. Gabriel

  20. Amelia

  21. Gabriel

  22. Amelia

  23. Micah

  24. Amelia

  25. Micah

  26. Amelia

  27. Gabriel

  28. Micah

  29. Gabriel

  30. Amelia

  31. Micah

  32. Gabriel

  33. Micah

  34. Amelia

  35. Amelia

  36. Willow

  37. Gabriel

  38. Amelia

  39. Micah

  Also by Kyla Stone

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Also by Kyla Stone

  Beneath the Skin

  Before You Break

  Real Solutions for Adult Acne

  Rising Storm

  Falling Stars

  Burning Skies

  Breaking World

  Raging Light

  1

  Micah

  The beauty of the Sanctuary struck nineteen-year-old Micah Ramos Rivera like a blade between his ribs. After months of destruction, ruin, hunger, and death, it was impossible to get used to—even after all these weeks hidden inside the walls.

  The February air was cold. Micah puffed out white steam with each breath. A few fat flakes of snow swirled down from the gun-metal gray sky, smearing his glasses. In the distance, huge mountains loomed on every side of the Sanctuary.

  He gazed up at the pristine buildings surrounding him—all engineered white quartz—some domed, some spired, others tall white columns with large terraces jutting out on each level. Transparent spheres curved over the terraces, enclosing luxurious gardens.

  Micah couldn’t see the forbidding electrified plasma wall surrounding the Sanctuary from here, but its presence always hovered in the back of his mind, reminding him that no matter how beautiful it was, they were trapped in here.

  There was only so far they could run.

  “They’re not doing anything,” Micah said. “Why aren’t they doing anything?”

  “Who knows?” Fiona Walsh said.

  Dozens of Sanctuary citizens were out and about, hurrying to jobs, home for dinner, or strolling with small children, all hunched inside their coats against the cold and wind. Their faces were tense, perhaps the shadows under their eyes were deeper, but they were still going about their daily business.

  There was no uprising. No protests. No revolt.

  “I’ve been listening to my co-workers, my family, anyone I could get close enough to overhear.” Fiona twirled a stray bright-red curl between her fingers. The rest of her fiery hair was tucked beneath a plain gray knit cap. “They’re angry, sure, but they feel helpless. Two elite women were going on and on about how Declan Black’s confession must have been coerced or faked, how easy it is to manipulate pixels.”

  Micah stood with Silas outside a bot-repair center in sector four. Beside him, Theo, Fiona, and Kadek leaned against the wall, Smartflexes and holopads in hand, pretending to be engrossed in the latest vlog feed while surreptitiously scanning the crowds.

  “Score one for poor judgment.” Silas shoved his hands deep in his pockets. His gray eyes were cold, hard.

  Micah wasn’t sure what he was thinking. How did he really feel about all of this? Declan Black was his father, after all. But Silas was an enigma, as always. His lean, wolfish face revealed nothing.

  “Or they say it was Declan Black acting on his own, a rogue agent, that there was no way our government would ever kill their own citizens,” said Kadek Tedjasukmana, one of the other undercover Patriots. He spat in disgust.

  Four nights ago, on February first, President Sloane had put out an emergency broadcast—a mere twenty minutes after Micah, Silas, Theo, Fiona, and Kadek had hijacked the entire Sanctuary network and played Declan Black’s secretly recorded confession.

  President Sloane had sat calmly in her presidential suite, modeled to resemble the Oval Office in the White House, and informed the people she would do everything in her power to determine the truth behind the Unity Coalition chairman’s revelations.

  The government had blamed the virus on the resistance group, the New Patriots. But Declan Black had confessed to designing the Hydra virus, a deadly contagion meant to kill a hundred thousand of the poorest, most disposable citizens. It was Declan who had released the Hydra virus as an act of bioterrorism, in a calculated attempt to pass his Safe and Secure Act. The law had required citizens to receive the Vitalichip, an embedded chip that recorded health, personal, financial, political, and purchasing data, as well as tracking each citizen’s location.

  It had worked—until the virus merged with the deadly bat-flu already ravaging the country. The new virulent contagion was a supervirus, one that devastated the entire world in only a few short weeks, killing off 96% of the world’s population. The fatality rate for those infected was 100%.

  Until Amelia lived.

  “They don’t want to believe,” Micah said, scanning the Sanctuary as his heart plummeted.

  Lush greenery was everywhere, genetically modified trees with green leaves and verdant manicured hedges. Drones zoomed through the air above their heads—delivery, security, surveillance. Auto-transports controlled by a cloud-based AI hummed to and fro. Everything was clean, healthy, safe.

  “If they choose to believe, they’d have to do something about it.” Kadek’s narrow face darkened. He was Indonesian, tall, and gangly, with long, lank black hair and sharp features. “If the people believe the government intentionally harmed their own citizens, how could they stay here and continue to trust that same government? They couldn’t. But this is the only place they’re safe. So it’s better to disbelieve evidence they’ve seen with their own eyes than to risk their own safety and the safety of the people they love—the few who are still alive.”

  “I understand it,” Theo Reaver said, his voice cracking. He held an unopened bag of gummy worms in his left hand. He twisted the bag over and over, crumpling it between his fingers. His right hand gripped the arm of his wheelchair so tightly the tendons on the back of his hand stood out.
He had been uncharacteristically subdued since the president’s first broadcast. “I don’t agree with it, but I understand.”

  Like his twin sister, Cleo Reaver, Theo was Indian, with disheveled black hair and dark, intelligent eyes. Unlike his bloodthirsty sister, he was kindhearted and good-natured.

  Theo wanted the people to see the truth for themselves, to take down the Coalition from within in a bloodless coup. Micah was hoping for the same thing. But with every passing day of silence from the people, that hope dimmed.

  Fiona tightened her scarf around her neck and shivered. She glanced at the time on her SmartFlex. “Thirty seconds until President Sloane’s broadcast.”

  They turned and stared up at the huge holoscreen affixed to the five-story building across the street. Along the main streets, giant holoscreens were emblazoned on nearly every building. All over the city, ads, vlogs, and video feeds cut out on every screen and holoport and SmartFlex. A tiny version popped up in glowing 3D over Theo’s, Fiona’s, and Kadek’s wrists.

  The president was standing on a raised platform before the marble steps of the capitol, a cluster of secret service agents, soldiers, advisers, and generals hovering around her. Reminiscent of old architecture, the capitol was all majestic white stone, towering fluted columns, and a multitude of ornate terraces crowned by a steep, turreted roofline. BioGen headquarters and city hall, the building Micah and the others had broken into only a few nights ago, soared on either side of the capitol.

  “Citizens of the Sanctuary,” President Sloane announced grandly. “Thank you for your patriotism!”

  Micah sucked in a startled breath. He recognized the slim, graceful figure standing to the right of the president. Amelia. She was dressed in a slate silk dress and a chinchilla-gray fur shrug. Her hair was long again, blowing like a white-blonde ribbon in the frigid wind.

  Amelia had entered the Sanctuary with Micah and Silas several weeks ago, but they had been forcibly separated. Micah and Silas escaped custody, while Amelia voluntarily submitted to invasive tests and procedures in the hope of discovering a cure for the Hydra virus. She was supposed to smuggle it out to the Patriots.

  He hadn’t seen her since their separation. Now here she was, her delicate features so pale and small in the wintry air, her expression carefully blank beneath her perfectly applied makeup.

  He couldn’t tell what she was thinking as she stared off into the distance above the cameras, her ice-blue eyes slightly narrowed. She looked like a beautiful doll beside President Sloane and the retinue of soldiers surrounding her.

  President Sloane cleared her throat, drawing Micah’s attention. Her hands gripped the narrow, transparent podium. A hovercam floated a foot from her face. She wore a slim-fitting chocolate-brown pantsuit. Her jaw was set, her eyes grim. She projected power and authority, someone fully capable of enacting justice, of controlling her people. “After seriously investigating the accusations made against former BioGen CEO Declan Black,” she announced, “the Coalition has determined the validity of the televised confession and Declan Black’s guilt.”

  Everyone within sight stopped whatever they were doing. They craned their necks to stare up at the closest holoscreen or peered down at their Smartflexes. Their eyes widened over their masks, but no one seemed truly surprised. Rather, they were resigned, already accepting whatever truth their president gave them.

  “Our investigation found that Declan Black acted as a lone wolf, manipulating the government and deceiving those who most trusted him,” President Sloane said.

  Micah’s gaze moved to Amelia. Her face was expressionless, tight as a mask as she listened to the words condemning her own father. “Mr. Black is a terrorist and traitor of the worst caliber, his every intent and motive to destroy the very fabric of this great nation and the world.”

  “She’s still lying,” Micah whispered. There was no way Declan Black acted alone. “The Coalition was involved. They had to be.”

  “This will not stand,” President Sloane continued on the holoscreen, her strong voice carrying over the wind and the American and Coalition flags whipping behind her. “For his crimes, he will be sentenced to die by firing squad on February fifth at six p.m., right here in Unity Square in front of the capitol. Attendance is mandatory. We will eradicate this threat to our safety, to the well-being of our children, I promise you that.”

  Amelia flinched so slightly that only Micah noticed—the only indication of the turmoil that must be churning inside her this very moment. Micah’s heart constricted. He longed to stand beside her and hold her hand through this. She was all alone. She had no one to help her, to comfort her.

  President Sloane glanced at a general to her left, then returned her sharp, penetrating gaze to the hovering camera. It felt like she was staring at Micah, her eyes lasering straight through him. “If any among you would plot against that safety and attempt to take it from us, we will retaliate with the full force of our power. We will find you, and you will pay for your crimes against humanity, just as Declan Black will.” She leaned over the podium, her eyes glittering intently. “Hold your children close tonight and sleep in peace.”

  Her gaze slanted toward Amelia, pausing for a moment longer than necessary. Then she turned back to the cameras and raised her right arm, punching the air with her fist. “Unity through might. Freedom through strength. Peace through safety!”

  The Coalition’s symbol, a white triangle with the American flag flying behind a menacing sword, hovered over thousands of Smartflexes and holo ports before winking out.

  The regular ads returned, a buzz of nonsense that Micah instantly tuned out. He spun to face Theo. “Why was Amelia next to President Sloane? What’s happening with the cure? What’s going on?”

  Theo sighed heavily. “I don’t know.”

  Silas glared at Theo. “That’s unacceptable!”

  For a moment, Theo didn’t answer. He tilted his head back and gazed up at the darkening sky. From the west, a bank of black, billowing clouds was rolling in over the mountains.

  “We have no choice now.” He balled up his unopened bag of gummy worms and shoved it in his pocket. “If Amelia can’t get us the cure, and the people just accept President Sloane’s word that Black is the only mastermind, then Cleo’s plan wins.” He sounded tired, angry, and defeated. “We have no choice but to take the Sanctuary by force.”

  “Amelia promised to smuggle out the cure!” Micah said. “She’s going to do it. She just needs more time.”

  “I’m sorry.” Theo shook his head bitterly. “We’re out of time.”

  Silas took a menacing step toward him. “That’s not good enough.”

  “You should leave.” Kadek’s narrow features sharpened, his gaze bristling with hostility. “Now.”

  Fiona crossed her arms over her chest. “He’s right. It’s not safe for you here anymore. You heard Sloane’s announcement. Anyone she finds, she’ll just lump them in with Declan Black. And she’s definitely still looking for you. They’ve increased patrols threefold since our network hack.”

  “It’s going to be incredibly dangerous for you here,” Theo said heavily. “War is coming. My mother and Cleo will attack in only a few days’ time. There’s nothing I can do to stop them now. And I don’t know how much longer we can assure your safety.”

  “We can sneak you out tonight,” Kadek said. “The Sanctuary is more concerned with what’s coming in than what’s going out. We can get you out the service entrance. We’ll hijack a few of the nighthawks to give us cover just in case.”

  Micah and Silas exchanged glances. Silas shook his head, his eyes narrowing defiantly. Micah gave a small jerk of his chin in agreement. They were in this together.

  “And Amelia?” Silas asked. “What are you going to do about her?”

  Theo rubbed his forehead. “Did you see the guards surrounding her? There were dozens. There’s no way we can reach her.”

  Silas jabbed his finger at Theo’s chest. “You let her go into the lion’s den, un
protected, and now you’re not going to get her out?”

  “What about Harper?” Micah asked, thinking of the covert rebel soldier Theo had managed to get assigned to Amelia’s security detail. Harper had passed information between Theo and Amelia, including smuggling Declan Black’s recorded confession on a thumb drive. “She can help us.”

  “Harper is only one person,” Fiona said. “Not even she can do anything now. Amelia is too well guarded. They know exactly how valuable she is.”

  Micah shoved his glasses up the bridge of his nose with his thumb. Anxiety roiled in his stomach. He felt sick. “I thought you said you had more Patriot soldiers on the inside.”

  “Not ones with that kind of access,” Kadek said. “Look, Cleo anticipated this. That’s why she went ahead with the plans for attack.”

  “Anticipated what?” Silas asked in a low, dangerous voice.

  “Amelia is an elite. She’s one of them. It makes sense that she’d want to stay here, in comfort and decadence—”

  “Shut up!” Silas surged toward Kadek, his expression ferocious. He was all tight bristling energy, his hands balled into fists, the tendons in his neck bulging. “Stop talking, right now.”

  Kadek threw up his gloved hands and retreated a step, narrowly avoiding bumping into a passing elderly woman. “I’m just stating the facts, man.”

  “No!” Micah said too loudly. Several Sanctuary citizens glanced their way, brows lifted curiously. He lowered his voice. “No. You don’t know what you’re saying. You don’t know her.”