Free Gregor and the Marks of Secret-4 by Suzanne Collins Page B

I feel pretty good." He did. Like when he'd run miles in track and then gotten a buzz. Only this was a much deeper sense of well-being. "Why?"

    No one answered.

    "What's wrong?" he said.

    "When you fought, it was as if something had possessed you," said Aurora. "Your face changed. You made sounds that were not human."

    "I was fighting off about a zillion snakes. It was just that rager thing," said Gregor.

    "I have never seen it before," said Aurora. "Except when you hit the blood balls, but that was not the same."

    When Gregor thought back, he realized that was true. Aurora had never been around when he was actually in battle. "Well, that's how I always get. Tell her, Luxa."

    "No, Gregor, it was different this time," said Luxa. "Not like when I saw you fight the cutters."

    "How?" asked Gregor. It had not felt that different to him. He'd felt a little more in control for a while.

    Luxa chose her next words carefully. "You seemed ... to be enjoying it."

    "What? Well, I wasn't!" Gregor said. "And that's a really rotten thing to say."

    "I did not mean to —" Luxa began.

    "Let's just go home," he said. They scrubbed the gore from their skin in silence and mounted the bats. Not until he was up on Ares's back, away from Luxa and Aurora, did Gregor dare to ask, "What did I do?"

    "You fought magnificently. You will one day be every bit the warrior that Ripred is,"
    said Ares.

    "See, that's what I was thinking about. How would Ripred get us out of there? That's how I came up with the spin!" said Gregor excitedly, and then stopped. Why was he excited? The whole thing had been a terrible, bloody encounter. It must just be the relief of having survived it.
    Or was it something else? "Why did Luxa say that about me enjoying it?"

    "Because, as the fight progressed, you began to smile," said Ares.

    "I smiled?" said Gregor. His skin crawled at the thought. At home, he never got involved in fights unless he was forced to. He had never liked physical violence and had a low opinion of kids who did. It sickened him to hit another person. "I smiled?"

    "Overlander, do not make too much of this. Everyone knows being a rager is not a choice," said Ares. "Only it took us by surprise to see you so. As we know you do not revel in death."

    Gregor didn't say another word the rest of the trip to Regalia.

    They had left the torches in the jungle. Gregor ripped the duct tape off his arm and returned the flashlight to his belt, flipping it off. He wanted darkness to hide in while he tried to understand this new thing that had happened to him. But he didn't understand it. His postbattle exhilaration drained away, leaving him feeling empty and quietly afraid of himself.

    He had a desperate desire to see Ripred, to talk to the only other rager he knew about what he had just experienced. But he had no idea where to find the rat. Ripred had taken off after the Bane; they could be anywhere....

    It was only when Gregor and Luxa were climbing back into the old nursery that he realized he had another problem.

    "Listen," whispered Luxa, grabbing his arm. Footsteps were coming down the hall. They had been gone all night and well into the day. Both Gregor's mother and the Regalian council would freak out if they knew about the secret trip.

    "Lose your weapon," Luxa told Gregor. They both quickly unhooked their belts and set them down on the stairs. Luxa flipped the turtle's shell closed, shoved Gregor onto an old pallet, and dove onto one about ten feet away. "Sleep," she told Gregor, and immediately pretended to do so herself.

    Gregor had just flattened out and shut his eyes when the footsteps stopped at the door.

    "Did Mareth have them check the old nursery?" he heard Vikus's voice say.

    "I do not think this wing was checked at all. It is so rarely used," Howard replied.

    "I believe I see a light," said Vikus. Gregor had switched on his flashlight so he and Luxa could climb into the nursery and never thought to turn it off. Too late now,