Fugitives: Escape from Furnace 4

Fugitives: Escape from Furnace 4

Alexander Gordon Smith

Language: English

Pages: 304

ISBN: 1250003393

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Forever altered by his experience in Furnace Penetentiary, Alex has done the impossible and escaped. But the battle for freedom is only just beginning. Charged with his superhuman abilities, Alex must uncover the last of Furnace's secrets―the truth about the man who built the prison, the man known as Alfred Furnace. And to do that he must stop running and finally confront his greatest fears.

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like forever. Eventually I felt Zee’s hand tugging at my hoodie and saw that both he and Simon were on their feet. I let them help me up; then, with the raging heat of the burning car still clawing our backs, we set off into the station. Underground It was hard to believe it, but here we were again: underground. We walked along the passageway that led into the Metro station, the floor gradually descending, leading down towards the guts of the earth. It was deserted, our only company the

floor, forming a pool beneath the freak and its prey. It might have just been my imagination, but it looked different from the nectar I’d seen back in Furnace, the poison that had been pumped into me by the warden. The flecks of colour in the darkness weren’t silver and gold but red, like splinters of rubies. ‘You seein’ that?’ Simon said, and I realised he was kneeling beside me, one hand on my shoulder. Zee was crawling towards us, the strength returning slowly to his limbs but his face as

No, it had bitten me but it hadn’t pumped me full of nectar, not like this. I’d have felt it. The Skull, still held by the berserker, began to tremble, his entire body rocked by spasms so violent that I thought he was going to shake himself to pieces. His veins were pulsing with the nectar inside them, resembling a cobweb of black lines that slowly spread over his face and beneath the collar of his overalls. He thrashed for a moment longer, then he arched backwards, unleashing a desperate,

my throat, pumping hard enough to explode. ‘Bodie, if you’re in there then you better let me know.’ He rocked hard enough to dislodge one of my hands, throwing himself at me. I grabbed him again, then, as the emotion boiled up from my stomach, bursting from my mouth in a wail of grief and anger, I twisted as hard as I could. His head almost turned through a hundred and eighty degrees, but he didn’t stop fighting. His hands thrashed, his hooked fingers like the blades of a combine harvester,

berserker. I just drank, letting the nectar fill me from head to toe; drank until it felt as if my entire body was burning, as if I could have brought down this tower with a single blow; drank until my vision sparked back on, picking out every single thing in immaculate detail; drank until my lungs were screaming for air and my stomach felt as though it was about to split. The warden squirmed beneath me, and I stabbed my right arm through his shoulder to anchor him in place. His only reaction

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