Part 2 (1/2)
They pa.s.sed the old Episcopalian church with the big spire as they headed down Main Street. They walked past the barbershop, the pizza place where Zach had birthday parties when he was little, the bus station next to the post office, and the big old graveyard on the hill. Zach had followed this exact route many times, his fingers curled in his mother's when he was little and then gripping the handlebars of his bike when he was older, and now on foot to and from school. This was the town he'd grown up in, and even though it was small and a lot of the stores on Main Street were closed, even though windows were boarded up and rentals went unrented, Zach was used to the place.
He couldn't imagine living anywhere else, which was a real stumbling block in imagining running away.
”That stuff is real,” Leo said. ”For a while, my parents moved us around a lot, and there was this one apartment we lived in that was haunted. I sweara”when the ghost was in the room, the air would get really cold, even in the middle of summer. And there was one spot that was always ice-cold. You could put a s.p.a.ce heater on top of it, and it wouldn't warm up. That's where somebody died. The landlady even said so.”
”Did you ever actually see the ghost?” Alice asked.
Leo shook his head. ”No, but sometimes he would move things. Like my mom's keys. Mom would yell for the ghost to give them back, and then, nine times out of ten, she'd find them right after. Mom says you have to know how to talk to ghosts or they'll walk all over you.”
Poppy smiled like she did when she was antic.i.p.ating revealing something excitinga”a twist to a story, a shocking turn, a villain's big move. Her cheeks were pink from the wind, and her eyes were bright. ”Have you ever heard this one? When you drive past a cemetery, you have to hold your breath. If you don't, the spirits of the newly dead can get in your body through your mouth and then they can possess you.”
Zach s.h.i.+vered, the hairs along his neck rising. Without meaning to, he imagined the taste of a ghost, like an acrid mouthful of smoke. He spat in the dirt, trying to untaste the idea.
”Ugh,” Alice said into the silence that followed the end of Poppy's story. ”You made me hold my breath! I was totally just trying not to inhale. Anyway, we already pa.s.sed the graveyarda”shouldn't you have told us the story before we pa.s.sed it? Unless you wanted us to get possessed.”
Zach thought again about the night before and the feeling of something right behind him, breathing on his neck, something that was about to reach out and grasp for him with its cold fingers. The story was like that, grabbing hold of him and promising that he'd think about it every time he was near a graveyard.
Poppy kept smiling. She made her eyes really wide and spoke in a flat, affectless tone. ”Maybe I'm not Poppy anymore. Maybe I didn't know not to hold my breath and I learned the hard way. Maybe a spirit possessed me and now it's warning you, because it's too late. The spirits are already inside yooOOooouUUuua””
”Come on, stop,” Alice said, shoving Poppy's shoulder. They both began to laugh.
Leo laughed nervously along with them. ”That's why it's a scary story. Because you can't do the one thing that would protect youa”you'll never know if you held your breath long enough or let it out too soon. And you can't hold your breath forever.”
”The smiling was creepy,” said Zach. ”Anyone tell you that you have a creepy smile, Poppy?”
She looked very pleased with herself.
They walked a few blocks more and then came to the place where Leo split off for home. He waved good-bye and headed off, cutting across a big lawn toward a trailer park.
Then it was just Alice and Poppy and Zach walking the few blocks to the development where their houses were cl.u.s.tered, all three nearly identical from the outside. His heart started to speed up again and his legs turned to lead because there was no way to avoid the conversation that was coming, even though he wanted to with all his might.
CHAPTER FOUR.
THE AIR WAS COOL, THE TREES BRIGHT WITH YELLOW and red leaves, and lawns thick with a wilted carpet of brown. A gust of air shook the branches above Zachary and blew his bangs over his eyes. He pushed them back impatiently and looked up at the cloudless sky.
He thought of all of thema”all his characters, stuck in the duffel bag, rats chewing at the edges. He thought of bugs crawling over them and trash dumped on top of them. He thought of the folded-up Questions, still in his backpack, and of how he'd said William's nightmare was being buried alive.
”Hey,” said Alice. ”Do you guys want to meet up? I have an idea for what mighta””
”I can't,” Zach said quickly. He'd planned out a whole speech the night before, lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling of his room, but he couldn't remember any of it now. He took a deep breath and blurted out the only thing he could think to say. ”I don't want to play anymore.”
Poppy frowned in confusion. ”What are you talking about?”
For a moment, it seemed possible to take the words back, to tell Poppy and Alice what had really happened. He could explain what his dad had done and how angry he was and how he had no idea what to do now except be angry. He could tell them how he didn't want all the stories to remain unfinished. He could tell them how he felt like pieces of himself were gone, like part of him had been thrown out with his action figures.
”I've been really busy with school and basketball and everything,” he said instead, his voice low. ”I mean, you guys can keep playing or whatever.”
”You mean ever? Like you don't want to play ever again?” When Poppy got upset, her neck would flush a blotchy red. He could see it coloring, as pink as her wind-whipped cheeks. She launched into a slightly desperate negotiation. ”It's just that we're in the middle of something big. We came all the way through the Gray Country and to the Blackest Sea. Couldn't we just finish this part?”
He'd been looking forward to crossing swords with the leader of the mermaids, who knew the way to an ancient underwater city full of secretsa”including the secret to completing the Queen's quest and lifting her cursea”plus there was the promise of fighting sharks. There were even hints that they might find a clue to William the Blade's parentage, plus the treasure of the Shark Princea”piles of gold and jewels so vast that Lady Jaye had been questing after it since she had first heard the story as an orphan beggar child. Remembering how awesome it was going to be made every new thought about playing hurt like the back of a shoe rubbing against a burst blister.
”We're too old anyway, don't you think?” he made himself say.
Alice looked stricken.
”That's stupid,” Poppy said. ”We weren't too old the day before yesterday.”
”We were,” Zach said.
”It's because of your friends on the team, isn't it?” Alice glanced over at Poppy, like maybe they'd had this conversation before. ”You think they're going to find out and ha.s.sle you.”
”I don't think anything.” Zach sighed. ”I just don't want to play anymore.”
”You don't mean that,” Poppy said.
He forced the words out. ”I do.”
”Maybe we could just take a break,” Alice said slowly. ”Do something else for a while.”
”Sure,” he said with a shrug.
”And then maybe if you change your mind . . .”
Zach thought about the time that Alice had first brought her Lady Jaye doll to a gamea”three months back. Before Lady Jaye, Alice's favorite character had been a Barbie named Aurora who had been raised by a herd of carnivorous horses. But one Monday morning, on the walk to school, Alice explained that she'd repainted an action figure from a thrift store over the weekend. She wanted to play somebody new.
Lady Jaye was different, all right. She was a thief who'd grown up on the streets of the biggest city in all their kingdoms, called Haven. And she didn't care about anything except for what she could steal and what fun she could have along the way.
Lady Jaye was crazy. She got a ride on William's s.h.i.+p because she wanted a ride to the Shark Prince's treasure, but every time he docked, Lady Jaye kept stealing from people, so they'd been banned from landing in at least five different places. William had to bail her out of situation after situation, until he finally got her to agree to stay aboard the Neptune's Pearl.
Except then she wound up doing things like climbing the mast with a blindfold on, just to show off. Alice's descriptions of Lady Jaye's antics had made Zach laugh so hard that his stomach hurt. His stomach hurt now, too, but for a different reason.
”I'm not going to change my mind,” Zach said numbly.
”But it doesn't make any sense,” Poppy said, not willing to let him off that easily. ”You can't just stop. We're in the middle of a scene. What happens to everyone else? What happens to Lady Jaye? Even if she gets away from the mermaids, what then? What about the crew?”
William had promised Lady Jaye that he'd take her to the place marked on the map as the lair of the Shark Prince. He'd sworn it on his honor and on the Neptune's Pearl.
”Maybe one of your people can take over as captain.” Zach hated the idea, but the Neptune's Pearl wasn't a particular toy that one of them owned. It was just a cutout piece of paper, and there was no reason for him to hang on to it.
”Maybe they'll make her walk the plank,” said Poppy.
”I don't care what happens,” Zach said, and all the simmering anger at his father, at this conversation, and at everything bled into his voice then, turning it cruel. ”You figure it out. I don't care anymore.”
”Okay,” Alice said, holding up her hands like she was surrendering. ”How about we walk over to the dirt mall? Or bike over. Whatever. See what's at the used bookstore and play the arcade games in the movie theater lobby. Like I said, a break.”