Текст книги "Disney after Dark"

Автор книги: Ridley Pearson

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Finn said, “You’re saying that because the park makes them real, they are real?”

“I’m saying if you believe strongly enough, anything can happen, and millions of people, kids and adults, visit this park—all the Disney parks, the cruise line, the Broadway shows, the Web sites, Disney on Ice—every year. And they—”

“Believe,” Finn said.

“In the bad and the good,” Charlene said.

“Exactly. Yes, they do. And there’s power in that belief,” Wayne said.

“So?” Philby asked.

“So you know your history. What is inevitable once evil gains power?”

Philby answered, “It wants more. Empires. Wars. That kind of stuff.”

“We call them the Overtakers,” Wayne whispered.

Finn felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

“Who?” Philby asked, also in a whisper.

“We—the Imagineers, I’m talking about—needed something mortal, something part…a hybrid…that could cross over to the character world. That’s what we call it: crossing over. We’ve suspected for years that the characters ‘come alive’—if you will —once the gates are closed.

We’ve had evidence of this for some time. But when the trouble started happening, we knew we needed…you—someone who could see the Overtakers. Interact with them. Stop them.”

“This is crazy,” Charlene mumbled.

“Walt knew the time would come. The world gets out of balance. The dark forces rule. History is full of such times. They can last hundreds of years unchecked. It’s like a plague, this dark thought. There’s no music. No art. Only tyranny and war. Madness.”

Charlene said, “I think I’ve heard enough. I’d like to wake up now. In my own bed. ”

Wayne continued, “You asked to hear this. So listen.”

The kids remained seated, their full attention on Wayne.

“As I said, Walt knew such a time would come. He left us a treasure map, for a scavenger hunt, something the Overtakers could not easily figure out, even if they obtained it, which they never have. Most of them are machines, you see—audio-animatronics and figures from attractions. Only a handful can think, can communicate. But they control the others.”

“The Stonecutter’s Quill,” Finn mumbled. Wayne had mentioned it the first time they’d met.

“The what?” Philby asked.

“It’s a fable,” Wayne said. “But I’m getting ahead of myself. We must wait for the others.”

“I, for one,” Charlene said, “am never coming back. So if you’ve got something to say, you’d better say it.”

Wayne paced as he talked. “Think about it. The Pirates, Maleficent, Cruella DeVil, Ursula—all with so much belief fueling them, belief, to draw upon. It was inevitable, I suppose.”

“What was inevitable?” Charlene asked.

Wayne didn’t seem to hear her. “And so many others, all in the same place at the same time

–here, in this park. The belief supporting them, making them stronger. Making them real.”

Finn explained to Charlene and Philby, “This has something to do with the fire-breathing dragon and Mickey in Fantasmic.”

Wayne said, “That’s not the end of it. We have rides close unexpectedly. The laser cars go missing. Costumes disappear. The parade route is changed, with no one the wiser. Small, harmless stuff so far, but for how long? Did you see the news? A hundred padlocks were stolen from a hardware store. The security tapes revealed nothing, showed no one inside the store. Mark my word: those padlocks were stolen—one minute on the shelf, the next, missing. So, how’d that happen? How long until the rest of us can see them? How long until they can burn us the way they burned Finn tonight? What happens then? What happens when they realize there’s a whole big world outside these park walls? What if they want to expand their empire? What then?” He stopped. He was red-faced and breathing hard. Finn thought he looked a little sick.

“Maybe you should sit down,” Finn suggested.

“It wasn’t until the hurricane that we realized how far this had come.”

“The hurricane,” Finn repeated softly.

“A hurricane changed course while out at sea and then headed directly here to Orlando. I’ll accept that as coincidence, a fluke of nature.” Wayne, clearly growing agitated, collected himself.

“But do you know what happened to that storm after it passed over here? Check it out on the Internet. It lost power. Came in here at one strength and left considerably weaker. You think it just rained and blew itself out? We think not. We think that storm was harnessed. Used like a giant battery. Like a vampire sucking blood, the Overtakers used that storm to gain power. Since that storm, we’ve had a lot more unexplained inconveniences. They’re practicing. They’re getting ready for something bigger.”

“Are you listening to yourself? That can’t be,” Finn mumbled. “That’s crazy!”

Philby caught Finn’s look. He shook his head as if to say: It’s not crazy. Then he said aloud,

“Some ancient civilizations are thought to have used powerful storms to control their people.”

Wayne said, “That hurricane was downgraded after passing over here.” He sounded frightened.

“I’d really like to go home now,” Charlene said.

Finn thought about it for a moment and said softly, “So, let’s say we accept some of this.

What are we supposed to do?” He knew he sounded terrified, but he couldn’t help himself.

“You three, and the others, were carefully chosen for your individual talents. As DHIs you are part of their world; as kids, you’re part of ours. You are our eyes into the other side.”

“Spies,” Philby said.

“If you like,” Wayne said.

“I don’t like,” Philby answered.

Finn sputtered, “I don’t see what we’re supposed to do.”

“Sure you do, or you wouldn’t be afraid. And while you’re at it, think about this,” Wayne said.

“Why and how do you think we came up with the concept of the DHIs?”

Charlene said, “Us being hosts…You’re saying that wasn’t the real reason?”

Philby said, “They needed something that could exist in the character world but wasn’t a part of it.”

Wayne grinned at him. “Ah-ha!” he declared. “But the development costs. The time and energy it took to create you. We had to have a use for you to justify you to the rest of the company.”

He met eyes with Finn.

“Because no one would believe you if you told them a bunch of witches were going to take over the Magic Kingdom,” Finn said.

Wayne didn’t answer this directly. He said, “And so we dreamed up the idea of the holograms, the interactive hosts.”

Philby suggested, “You needed spies, someone to find out what the Overtakers were up to.”

“Find out if they even existed,” Wayne said, nodding.

“And now that you know they do,” Finn stated, rubbing the burn on his left arm, “now what?”

“We need to lure out their leader, whoever that turns out to be. What ever that turns out to be.

Deprogram it? Redraw it? Lock it up? Who knows?”

“You need us as bait?” Finn complained.

“Walt left us a solution,” Wayne reminded. “We need you to solve the riddle of the Stonecutter’s Quill.” The old guy looked exhausted.

Charlene said, “And if we don’t want to?”

Wayne’s mouth twisted, and his eyes looked stern and serious. “At some point you’re going to have to sleep,” he said. “And from now on, when you do, you’re going to cross over.” He hesitated, then stepped closer to her, his face gentle and kind. “I’m sorry, my dear girl, but there is no skipping this ride.”

9

When Finn awoke, he hurried into the bathroom, tore his shirt off over his head, and studied the pea-size red-and-brown scab with the dime-size scarlet circle of flesh that surrounded it. The burn hurt something fierce. This was no dream. He winced as he cleaned it with soap and water.

“Yaaa!” he hollered, his cry echoing in the tiled room.

“Finn, dear?” his mother called from the hallway. She knocked. “Are you all right?”

“Fine!”

“May I come in?”

“Ah…”

She let herself in. She was in her nightgown. Dawn had arrived an hour earlier, the pink of the eastern sky now silver with clouds.

“Finn, dear?”

She studied him in the mirror’s reflection, from behind, no doubt wondering why he was only half dressed, his shirt in a ballon the floor.

“What’s that? What happened? Honey?” She laid her warm hand on his shoulder.

Finn felt like telling her the truth, but he knew she wouldn’t believe him. So what to do?

They both were focused on the burn. He couldn’t very well say that he’d been in a laser battle with invisible pirates. She’d cart him off to the mental ward, or worse, their minister.

“A cigarette,” Finn said. He hated smoking more than anything on the planet. In her right mind, his mother knew this about him. Finn had once walked across a restaurant and boldly asked a smoker to put out his cigarette so that his own hamburger didn’t have to taste like an ashtray. This, at seven years old. But his mother wasn’t thinking right. To her, seeing was believing.

“You? What?” she gasped.

He felt awful, both for lying to her and for using smoking as his excuse. He’d crushed her.

“Mom…”

“Who? How’d you get it?”

“Mom…”

“And don’t you lie to me!”

He tried to think of how to explain this without lying, because not to lie was one promise he had made to his parents that he hated having to break. “I didn’t smoke it, Mom! A cigarette…

burned me.” He bent and picked up his shirt off the floor and held it up to show to her. The hole was obvious enough. “It was this guy—a bully, you know.”

She collected herself. “A bully? Who did this to you, Finn?”

“A pirate,” he heard himself mumble.

“What?”

“He’s…called ‘Pirate’ because he’s so mean.”

“He should be arrested.”

“No! It’s nothing.”

“Nothing? That’s a—criminal act—burning someone. Finn.” She spun him around to face her.

“Breathe.”

“What?”

“I want to smell your breath.”

“Mom!”

“Now, young man!”

He breathed toward her groping nose.

She blinked rapidly. “So after all we talked about, you sneaked out anyway?”

He’d forgotten about that part of his explanation. “I…ah…”

“Well!” she brightened. Her eyes went soft and her eyebrows danced, and he thought that this was the way she looked before she cried. “Oh, Finn. Thank you for not lying to me. It’s so important not to lie.” She added matter-of-factly, “Give me his name, please. His real name. Right now.”

“I don’t know his real name. Just some kid. I don’t think he meant to burn me, just scare me a little. It’s just one of those growing-up things, you know?” She often talked to him about “growing-up things.”

She held him at arm’s length now, studying him thoughtfully. He didn’t like the look on her face. This was her best imitation of a lie detector.

“Did you sleep in your clothes?” The dark cloud in her eyes concerned him. “This is the same shirt—these are the same clothes you wore yesterday, for goodness’ sakes!”

As she pieced it together, Finn tried to think of something to distract her. But she was too quick for him. “I don’t remember that hole in your shirt at dinner.”

“Hands beneath the table, Mom.”

“Finn…”

“I can’t help it if you didn’t see it.”

“I should have known, with your going to bed so early last night.” She was thinking aloud. “We can’t tell your father.”

He breathed a huge sigh of relief.

She eyed his wound, “But this did happen to you last night, didn’t it? After you went to sleep.”

He had no choice but to nod. Being grounded for life was better than continuing to lie to her.

“How late were you out?” she asked, heading for his bedroom window to inspect it like a detective.

“Midnight.” This was the truth.

“How’d you do it? Your father and I were downstairs until eleven or later.”

Finn’s window looked down on an area of the driveway in front of the garage. There was no roof below him, just a tiny apron of flower bedding and then the driveway’s black asphalt. He had a brain freeze trying to think up a way to explain his nocturnal escape, knowing from previous experience that the more of the story he made up, the more difficult it would be to keep it straight.

Then he remembered the room’s window box. “The fire ladder!” he said. His grandfather had installed a chain fire ladder several years before. In the event of an emergency he was to block the bottom crack of his door with clothes or bedding and wait for instructions from firemen to use the stow-away ladder. He’d promised a long time ago to never use the ladder to sneak out.

“I see,” she said, clearly disappointed in him.

“If you have to ground me, I understand,” Finn said, trying to subtly encourage her to do so. If grounded, he could spend more time in his room without raising suspicions. More time in his room meant more chances to sleep, and sleep meant crossing over. If he napped, would he cross over into the park during the day?

So many questions to answer.

“Show me!” his mother ordered.

“Show you what?”

“The ladder. How you got down there.”

Finn looked out the window and felt a little dizzy. It looked about a hundred feet down. His mother knew he was afraid of heights.

“You want me to go down the ladder?” He knew she couldn’t possibly want him to do that. It looked like a death wish.

Glancing out the window, she said, “No. It looks dangerous to me.”

“It is dangerous.”

She put her hand down onto the window box’s lid.

He was in big trouble if she opened up the window box. That fire ladder was buried under a pile of unused toys that went back years. Probably dust an inch thick. How would he explain any of that?

He hurried to stop her. “I messed up, Mom! I’m sorry.”

“You’re definitely grounded.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“And you’re not to use that ladder except in case of an emergency. I need your word on that.”

She added hotly, “And I’ll expect you to keep it.”

“I promise.” He hung his head, feeling a mixture of shame and excitement. He poked at his wound as if it hurt a lot more than it did.

“Now let’s get that cleaned up!” she said.

10

Finn stood in front of his locker, wondering how he was going to find the remaining two DHIs, Willa and Maybeck. He didn’t trust Charlene to seek out Willa. Just as he was thinking this, a voice said: “Isabella Angelo. They call her Willa.” Amanda stepped out from behind his open locker door.

Where had she come from? Could she read minds?

“What? How?” Surprised by her, he couldn’t get a sentence out.

“Willa,” Amanda repeated.

Finn remembered Willa as a bookish girl with chocolate-brown eyes and a loud voice.

“You found her?” he asked, astonished.

“Maitland Middle School.”

“But how—?”

“I have my ways,” she said.

“She’s into some weird kind of sport,” Finn said, remembering. “It’s not gymnastics.”

“Archery.”

“That’s it!”

“Like cupid,” she said. “And swimming.” Amanda had certainly done her homework. “She said you were cute.”

“You’ve spoken to her?”

“She’ll meet you in VMK tonight, like you suggested.”

“You’re amazing.”

“How was it last night when you went to sleep?” she asked curiously. “Did you…you know?”

“What?” asked Dillard Cole from behind them. Dillard’s sweatshirt was big enough to cover a chair.

“Hey, Dill. I’m kinda busy here.”

Dillard looked between the two. His gaze landed on Finn. He looked hurt. He shuffled off. The sides of his shoes were so worn on the outside edges that his ankles rolled.

Finn felt bad to see Dillard so crushed. He was a good guy. The crossing over was taking Finn away from friends like Dill, making all sorts of trouble for him.

Amanda persisted. “Did you end up in the park last night or not?”

“Yeah. Charlene was there. And Philby. And there were…pirates.”

“Pirates?”

“As in Pirates of the Caribbean. The machines—the guys you see in the ship, and stuff. It’s kinda hard to explain, exactly.”

The shock registered on her face, but dissipated just as quickly. “And?”

“It got a little…weird.”

“Define weird,” she said. “Did you see anyone else?”

“Like who?”

“I don’t know.”

Finn rolled his sleeve up past his elbow to the Band-Aid and the glowing red circle surrounding it. “I took a laser hit,” he said.

Her face twisted. “That looks like a cigarette burn.”

“You and my mother,” he muttered.

“Excuse me?”

“I’m grounded. As in, forever. It’s a long story.”

She said, “Maybeck works at Crazy Glaze.”

Finn looked at her blankly.

“The ceramics shop,” she said. “Over on Kilgore. You decorate mugs and plates and pitchers. Stuff like that. They fire them there, too. It’s his aunt’s store.”

“How do you know all this?” he asked.

She avoided an answer, blushing and staring at her feet. “I’m coming with you,” she announced. “That’s part of the deal.”

“What deal?”

“Our deal.”

“Do we have a deal?” he asked.

“We do now.”

“Maybe you missed the part where I told you I was grounded. I gotta get home after school.”

“Did you ride the bus?”

“My bike.”

“Well, there you go,” she said. “Me too. We’ll just happen to stop there on the way home.”

Amanda lifted her head as if she’d heard something. Her hair whipped around as she turned to look down the hall. “Uh-oh,” she said.

All at once, Finn felt a numbing coldness pass through him, a wave of nausea, as if all the blood had suddenly drained out of him. He sank to his knees.

Amanda caught him as he was going down. Her books spilled. Some kids stepped out of her way.

“Finn? Finn? Are you okay?”

“Cold…” he managed to explain.

She hugged him, trying to warm him. Finn couldn’t keep his teeth from chattering. His whole body was shaking.

Amanda pleaded with him. “Finn…” She rubbed his arms. “Think of someplace warm. A beach. A boat. Hot, hot sun…It’s a hot beach on a summer day.”

Finn felt himself warming. The more he thought of the beach, the warmer he felt.

A moment later he felt fine. He leaned away from her. “Whoa,” he said. “That was some kind of strange.”

A smallgroup of kids that had gathered moved on.

Finn stood up.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” she asked.

“Felt like I blew a fuse,” he told her. “Thanks for the coaching. Where’d you learn that?”

“So much of that stuff is in our minds,” was all she said. She giggled. “I thought you’d fainted.”

He said, “You turned…just before…like you heard something. What was with that?”

“I—” She looked away. She didn’t offer an answer.

Now it dawned on him what had just happened.

“‘ It isn’t safe, ’” he mumbled.

Amanda’s brow knit in grave concern. The second bell rang.

Finn whispered dryly, “Now I know I’ve got to get to Willa and Maybeck. I’ll meet you out by the bikes after the last bell.”

11

Crazy Glaze was crowded with mothers and their children busily painting blank pottery at brightly lit tables. There were several connected rooms, all filled with color and the murmur of activity.

Finn and Amanda locked their bikes out front. Once inside, they were directed to a heavyset gray-haired African American woman who wore hoop earrings and dark purple eye shadow.

“I’m looking for Donnie Maybeck,” Finn said.

“You mean Terry,” she said, a smile overcoming her. “Donnie’s his stage name. Say, aren’t you a sweet-looking girl,” she said, noticing Amanda and studying her features.

“Who should I say is calling? Wait a minute!” she interrupted herself. “Don’t I know you?” she asked Finn. “You’re a host, right? I saw you at MGM, during the film shoot.”

Yes, ma am.

She nodded, proud of herself. “That’s it exactly. I was over there nearly every day you all were shooting. But you, girl. I’d remember you, and I don’t believe we’ve met.”

“Amanda. A friend of Finn’s.”

“Well, I’m pleased to meet you both. I’m Terry’s Aunt Bess. I run this place. Own it too!” As she grinned, the room seemed a bit brighter. “Kids around here call me Jelly.”

“Jelly?” Amanda said.

“It’s a long story. It started with jelly donuts, and got out of control from there. Don’t ask me!”

“Is Terry around?” Finn asked.

“Terry’s out back. But he’s taking it easy today. Not feeling exactly top-notch. I’m not sure this is the best day for a visit.”

“He didn’t happen to feel faint, did he?” Finn blurted out.

The woman’s face hardened. She crossed her arms tightly and looked down at Finn. “Now why would you go and ask that?”

“I think I need to see him, Ms.…Jelly.” Finn saw the way his guess had struck her.

“School nurse said there’s a bug going around,” she said.

“And maybe that’s all it is,” Finn said.

“What is it you’re not telling me, son?” Jelly asked.

“I really need to see him,” Finn pleaded.

When she nodded, her double chin turned into a triple. “Okay. Just not too long. Hear?”

* * *

“You!” Maybeck said to Finn, looking up. He was a head taller than either of them. His expression was defiant; there was a hardness in his eyes. He was in the midst of unpacking unglazed ceramics. He didn’t want them there.

Finn introduced Amanda.

Maybeck said “Hey” to her. He looked at Finn curiously. “So what’s going on?”

“Are we okay to talk here?” Finn asked.

Maybeck looked around, closed a door that led into the front of the shop and said, “We’re good.”

“How’s your sleep these past couple nights?”

“What’s with that?” Maybeck asked.

“Had any vivid dreams?”

Maybeck looked searchingly from Finn to Amanda.

Finn said, “She knows. I’ve told her everything.”

Finn said, “She knows. I’ve told her everything.”

“I’m not saying I have or haven’t,” Maybeck said.

“Did you make these?” Amanda pointed to a series of beautifully painted water pitchers on a shelf amid dozens of other bowls and mugs. The image on the pitchers was the Cinderella Castle.

“Tourists like them.”

“But you painted them,” she said.

“Yeah. I sell them on the side.” He lowered his voice and said to Finn, “Listen, the money…

from Disney…being a DHL It’s made a big difference for us—my aunt and me—and I can’t risk their asking for that money back.”

“That’s not going to happen.”

“How do you know it won’t?”

Finn hadn’t ever considered such a thing. His mother would kill him if he lost his college money.

“Do you have Internet access?” Amanda asked.

Finn glanced over at her. Why did she always have the best ideas? he wondered.

“Sure,” Maybeck answered.

Finn said, “The others and I…Tonight we’re meeting in my guest room in the Virtual Magic Kingdom Web site to get this stuff straight.” He paused and added, “It’s happening to all of us, Maybeck. The dreams…of being there. The fainting this afternoon.”

“Not me.” Maybeck looked briefly afraid.

Finn said, “The old guy, Wayne? He’s got some kind of mission for us. As a team, I’m talking about. He says we’ve got to go to sleep at some point, and that when we do, we’re going to cross over.”

Maybeck looked completely serious. There was not a laughing bone in his body. “I can’t mess things up for my aunt.”

“We can’t stop this,” Finn warned. “Whatever’s happening, we can’t stop it. At least I haven’t been able to. Have you?” He felt another little chill. He said, “It isn’t safe.”

Maybeck met eyes with him, a mean look, both angry and afraid. He’d heard those words before.

“No way…” he said darkly.

“Way,” said Finn.

Maybeck said, “Yeah, well…then I guess we gotta do this.”