Everwild (19 page)

When dawn came, and Mikey still hadn't returned, Allie was beside herself. The others kept their distance—not even Milos knew how to handle this. It was in that early morning light that she took special notice of Squirrel. He had nothing to say about the matter all night long—yet he was even more antsy than usual. He kept bouncing his knee and shifting his weight from leg to leg. He wouldn't meet Allie's gaze, and that clinched it. In an instant she had him tried, convicted, and sentenced.

“It was you!” She stormed up to him and pointed an accusing finger. “You did something to him!”

Squirrel's jaw dropped open and he shook his head. “Not me! Not me! I wouldn't do anything to him!” He looked to Moose, who backed away, hoping this plague of guilt wouldn't spread to him, but he was too late.

“It was both of you!” yelled Allie. “I know it just by looking at you!”

Moose's beady eyes seemed to widen within his helmet,
like a cornered opossum. She half expected him to suddenly play dead. “We didn't do anything! Milosh tell her it wazn't ush!” But Milos was not taking sides.

“You're both lying!' Allie screamed at them. “Tell me what you did, or I'll tear you apart with my bare hands!” In that moment, she believed she could do it, and they believed it too.

“We didn't do anything! I swear, I swear!” pleaded Squirrel. “Cross my heart and hope to fry! I'd be afraid to do anything to him, honest!”

And that, coming from Squirrel, just sounded odd. It was just a further indication to Allie that he must be lying.

Finally Milos stepped in. “Afraid of him? Why afraid?”

Squirrel looked to Milos then to Moose, and finally to Allie. “I think … I think your friend is some kinda monster.” And the expression of horror and hatred that Allie gave him made Squirrel back away. “It's true, it's true! He's got all these eyes—and tentacles. He hides 'em real good, but I know he's got 'em.”

“You're LYING!” screamed Allie, and she rushed him. “Take it BACK! You're lying, take it BACK!” She began pushing him, shaking him, hitting him.

It was Milos who pulled her away from Squirrel, and she collapsed, sobbing like she never had in life. Milos tried to comfort her, but she just pushed him away. “He's lying,” she said over and over, her voice getting weaker each time she said it. “He's lying… .”

“Maybe Squirrel saw something else, and thought it was Mikey,” Milos suggested.

“Yeah,” said Moose, butting Squirrel in the head with
his helmet. “You alwayz shee things that aren't there!”

“But … but—”

Milos put his hand up and silenced him, then he knelt down to Allie, who still wept. “I think … we need … to consider … “He spoke slowly, measuring each word like the tick of a metronome, “… that maybe … Mikey took his coin … and got where he was going.”

“He wouldn't do that,” said Allie. “No. He wouldn't just leave without saying good-bye.”

“Maybe he did not mean to,” suggested Milos.

“Yeah, yeah—maybe he took the coin out just to look at it,” said Squirrel, “but once that tunnel opens, there's nothing you can do.”

Allie still wasn't ready to believe it. “There's got to be another explanation.”

Then, after a long silence, Milos said, “Then we will wait.”

And so they waited till noon. They waited till sunset. They waited through a second night. Mikey still hadn't returned, and Allie had to face the very real possibility that he never would.

When the sun peeked over the eastern horizon the next morning, Milos finally said, “Come; I said I would get you to Memphis and I will.”

Allie shook her head. “I'm not going. I'm staying here.”

“Let her stay,” said Squirrel. “It's not our problem.”

“Shut up!” snapped Milos.

Allie closed her eyes. Things had not gone the way she had planned. In that way Everlost was no different than the living world.

“You must let it go,” Milos pleaded with her. “You must get to Memphis.”

“Why? Why does it matter?”

Milos sighed. “Because … there are things I have not told you.”

Allie looked at him, a bit disgusted. “More lessons?”

He shook his head, and spoke in a calm, resigned voice. “No lessons. Because there are some things every skinjacker must learn for themselves. In this I can't help you. I can only point you in the right direction.”

Allie wondered if he was just being enigmatic to distract her from thoughts of Mikey or if there was something he was truly hinting at. Either way, Milos was right—she had to move on, because if she stayed here, she would surely let herself sink to the center of the earth.

“All right,” she said calmly. “All right, then.” She stood, and gathered what fortitude she could. “Without Mikey, we don't have to walk.” She looked at the cars whizzing past on the highway. “We can skinjack a family already driving to Memphis, and be there in two hours.”

And she hoped that the farther away from here she got, the less it would hurt.

Getting to Memphis took a bit longer than two hours—but not much. First they had to find a car with four passengers at a nearby rest stop, making sure they were heading to or at least passing through Memphis.

Then there was the argument with Moose and Squirrel about how to do it—fully jack the fleshies, or merely hide within them, behind their consciousness, hitching a ride.

“Hiding is for girls,” said Squirrel, which just ticked Allie off.

The problem was solved when Moose confessed, “I don't know how to hide—with me itsh all or nothing.” Apparently the finer points of skinjacking were beyond Moose.

In the end, it was agreed that they would all just skinjack a family in one fell swoop, put them to sleep, and then wake them up again once they had pulled off the interstate and were safe in some parking lot somewhere. The family would have to deal with inexplicably losing a few hours of their lives, but at least they would be closer to wherever they were going.

Milos drove, while Allie avoided looking in any mirrors, because she really didn't want to be reminded of what she was doing. In the backseat Moose and Squirrel inhabited a pair of six-year-old twins, and wouldn't stop bickering and picking their noses. They were clearly in their element.

They stopped just east of the city, and woke the family after they had parked, peeling out of them, and leaving them to make sense of the sudden time lapse. Allie, however lingered long enough to make her presence known in the woman's mind, telling her that all was well, and not to worry. It was the least she could do.

Immediately upon peeling into Everlost, they felt the wind that the Nashville Afterlights had spoken of. It was a stiff breeze coming from the west. While living-world wind passed through them, barely noticed, this wind did not.

“They said it gets worse the closer we get to the river,” Squirrel said.

“I don't like it,” said Moose.

Even Milos looked unsettled. “I have heard people say that Everlost ends at the Mississippi River, but I never believed this. Now I think maybe it is true, and this wind is a barrier keeping us back.”

“Good thing Memphis is on this side of the river, then,” said Allie curtly. She didn't care about the wind. She didn't care about much of anything right now. Mikey's departure had left her numb.

So she was here. She had no address to go by, but she was resourceful. Finding her family might take some time, but she'd be able to do it. She wished that she didn't have to do it alone, but it wasn't Milos's help she wanted. Milos must have know that, because here is where he said his good-bye.

“We'll be heading north,” he told her, his voice raised against the whistling wind. “The Afterlights in Nashville heard rumors of a skinjacking girl up in Illinois.”

“Jackin' Jill?”

“One can only hope.”

Behind them, Moose and Squirrel milled around impatiently, but Milos took his time. “I hope you find your family,” he told Allie. “And once you do, you will see things in a whole different light.” Then he kissed her hand, and turned to go.

Moose and Squirrel both gave her quick, obligatory waves good-bye. Then the three of them skinjacked some random fleshies, and they were gone.

Later that day, in a Memphis church, Kevin David Barnes, twenty-four, married Rebecca Lynn Danbury, twenty-two.
The groom, a bit scruffy in real life, was quite handsome in his tuxedo, and everyone agreed the bride was the most perfect vision of a bride that anyone had ever seen.

When the minister said those momentous words to conclude the glorious ceremony, Kevin Barnes lifted his new wife's veil to give her that long-awaited kiss. He had no way of knowing that Allie was secretly hiding behind the bride's wild, racing thoughts—not stealing the moment, but lurking within it, hoping to claim the tiniest fraction of it for herself. When the kiss ended, Allie found her spirit bursting into tears. She cried for Mikey, the boy she had lost, for Milos, the boy she had shunned, and she cried because she knew that this moment was someone else's, and she'd never grow to be twenty-two like Rebecca Lynn Danbury. She'd never go to a prom, or walk down the aisle, or be a mother. She was an Afterlight, and Afterlights knew no such things.

Although Allie tried to contain herself, her emotions touched the bride, making her cry as well. And the crowd applauded, so very pleased to see the bride's tears of joy.

Mikey McGill remembered the fateful day he first awoke in Everlost, more than a hundred years ago, when he arrived home with his sister, and realized that they were ghosts. He remembered sinking through the wooden floor, while his sister clung to a bedpost screaming. Neither of them yet understood anything about Everlost, and both were terrified.

But nothing he ever experienced in life, or in death, half compared to what he felt when he saw Milos and Allie kiss.

He had followed them to the party. Until that night, Mikey had resisted the urge to spy on the two of them, but there was only so long he could fight his own curiosity. He kept far behind them, out of view, until seeing them skinjack that disgustingly beautiful couple. Once the two were ensconced in flesh, their eyes would see only the living world, and so Mikey could come right up to them, just inches away, and see it all, without them ever knowing he was there. To Mikey, they now just looked like a living teenage couple, but he knew Milos and Allie were inside them.
He could tell by the way they walked and the things they said to each other.

He was there when Milos asked her to dance, and he witnessed Allie's initial reluctance—which gave him a brief moment of hope … but she gave in far too easily, as if her refusal was nothing more than her being coy.

He watched them dance. He watched them dance close, and then he followed them outside to the pool, where it seemed everyone was a couple.

And then they kissed.

The first kiss was horrifying, and the second was devastating—because it wasn't Milos shoving his lips against Allie anymore—the second kiss was Allie kissing him back. This confirmed everything he suspected, everything he feared—and what made Mikey even more furious was that he had trusted her. How could he have been so stupid?

He screamed at them, a primal wordless howl, but they couldn't hear him.

Mikey knew what he would do to Milos once he was back in Everlost—he would push Milos right through that pool deck so hard, he would have made an express trip to the center of the earth, but Mikey knew if he let his fury loose, once he was done with Milos, he would turn his wrath on Allie, and do the same to her. He couldn't let that happen, and so he ran.

He never saw Allie pushing Milos away.

He never heard her tell him “no.”

Mikey's grief and rage was unbearable, and yet familiar— so much like the rage that filled him when he commanded the
Sulphur Queen
.

And as he ran, he let his fury transform him.

His rage became red-hot spikes erupting from his skin. His frustration became jagged shark teeth, multiplying row after row, and when his mouth couldn't fit them anymore, it stretched. His jealousy pulled his eyes into narrow glaring slits, and his sorrow hardened his Afterlight skin into a shell as hard as steel.

Spiked armor encased him now, his whole body was like the surface of a medieval mace—but it didn't slow him down. His armored shell thundered with each footfall, setting off seismic ripples in the living world that no one could account for. And, fully encased in that armored exoskeleton, he stormed all the way back to Nashville, right into the factory, and the den of Nashville Afterlights.

When they saw this thing, this horrible miscreation before them, they didn't know what to do. Some scattered, others froze in place, others fell to the ground and covered their heads like the world was ending.

Mikey opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead, he vomited his entire being out through that gaping mouth, completely turning himself inside out. The armor folded in behind him, and into him, becoming a jagged skeleton within a veiny, sinewy inner self—a mockery of ruined flesh. His whole body was now an open wound.