Into the Dark (The Conjurors) (3 page)

“Everything okay? You seem excited. I’ll have a nurse bring you a sedative,” he said, making a note on his chart. Then, turning to Cyrus, he said, “In 15 minutes, visiting hours are over. But you feel free to come back tomorrow – or any day – to see our girl here.”

With a quick but affectionate pat on her shoulder, Dr. Freeman left the room. Valerie turned to Cyrus and let her jaw drop back open.

“Oh. My. God.” she said.

Cyrus threw back his head and laughed. “I warned you that I’m going to tease you about this every day for the rest of your life, didn’t I? Guess you believe me now! I wanted to prove I’m real so bad for the last week, but I had to wait till I was sure that you were well enough to handle it.”

“This is awesome,” she whispered, shaking her head. “How is it possible? If you’re not just a hallucination, why can Dr. Freeman see you today, but not yesterday when you rode in on his shoulders?”

“Why do you think? Magic, of course.”

“Magic,” she whispered with awe. She felt a thrill run through her body at the world of possibilities that one word could open. “But why are you telling me all this? I’m nobody.”

    “No you’re not. You’ve got magic in you too – more than you can imagine.”

    “What are you talking about? I have delusions, maybe. But no magic.”

    “I bet the 200 pound jock you threw into the locker last week would disagree with you.”

    “That was just adrenaline.”

    “No, it’s magic inside of you, trying to burst out. But because there are rules in place to prevent people from using their powers, your magic is stifled,” Cyrus said, and his smile disappeared. “That’s why you always feel so sick after you use your power. In fact, you have so much magic that if you don’t come with me soon, you'll die.”

    Childish laughter rang in the hall, and Ming and Jeremiah burst into the room covered in glitter.

    Cyrus leaned close to her and said, “Meet me tonight, on the roof. No one will notice you’re gone with the Halloween party and parade going on. We can talk without anyone interrupting us.”
    She nodded once, and Cyrus disappeared.

Valerie was bursting with excitement and questions. To distract herself from compulsively analyzing every word of her conversation with Cyrus, she spent the day helping the younger kids design their costumes for the hospital parade.

    “Will you help me glue these jewels to my crown?” Ming asked, climbing onto Valerie’s bed for the third time that day.

Ming was a seven-year-old with warm brown eyes who was bald from her chemotherapy. She had been here two years ago when Valerie had been hospitalized last. The two had bonded then, and quickly picked up where they left off over the past few days. It hurt Valerie’s heart to think of how much pain this frail little girl had already endured, and had yet to experience.

    “Of course,” Valerie said, putting aside her restless thoughts.

    Nurse Beth changed Jeremiah’s IV and fluffed his pillows, all the while keeping a close eye on Valerie. It stung a little that she was always watched like a violent criminal, but she understood that they couldn’t take any risks with these kids.

Her bed was already covered in glitter and face paint from the costumes she had helped to create. As Valerie stuck the rhinestones onto the paper crown, Ming looked into her face, and her expression became worried.

    “Are you going to get better soon?”

    “I don’t know, cutie,” Valerie said, and reached out to hold Ming’s hand.

She never lied or avoided the hard questions that the kids asked her. She knew from her own experience that a kind lie would lead to more tears in the long run than facing the hard truth head on. When she was younger, Valerie was told that one day a special mother and father would adopt her and she would finally have a real family. That lie had broken her heart over and over again, every time another set of foster parents abandoned or abused her.

Ming’s brown eyes sparkled with tears that hovered on the edge of her eyelids, ready to spill over. Not wanting to upset her any further, Valerie whispered, “I’ll tell you a secret.”

    Ming looked up hopefully. “What is it?”

    “I might be leaving soon, with someone who has magic that can make me better.” Out of the corner of her eye, Valerie saw Nurse Beth shake her head sadly at her words.

    “Is it a prince? Will he make you his princess?” Ming asked.

    “No, I won’t be a princess. But maybe I’ll have some magic of my own. That would make me so happy,” Valerie said, realizing the truth of that statement for the first time. Had this morning really happened? Or was it all another hallucination? Having magical powers, escaping with Cyrus – it just seemed too good to be true.

    “I don’t want you to go. I would miss you,” Ming said sadly, interrupting her thoughts.

“I would miss you, too.”

Ming was quiet for a moment, and then said thoughtfully, “But I want you to be happy. I love you.”

    “I love you, too.”

    Ming hugged her tightly. Valerie cherished every one of the little hugs she received from the children at the hospital, affection she never received from anyone else. As she tried to keep the tears out of her eyes, she saw Ming’s mother and sister hovering in the doorway.

    “Look who’s here.”

    Ming turned around and, with a squeal of happiness, ran into her mother’s arms. As Valerie watched the tenderness of the little family, she felt the painful tugging in her heart that she always experienced when she saw families reunited. Would it ever be her turn to experience that kind of love?

    At seven o’clock that night, when all the kids were racing around in their costumes, playing games and eating candy, Valerie braided her long hair and slipped into a ghost costume made from an old white bed sheet. She dressed as a ghost every year, in part because it was cheap to make, and in part because sometimes she felt like a ghost, doomed to live on the fringes of life but never fully participate. This year it was more of a disguise to blend in than a Halloween costume. She was too old for those childish games.

    As she glided down the hall toward the stairwell that led to the roof, Valerie had to smile at how cute all of the kids looked. They ran around, playing and shouting together. Joey, dressed as Spiderman, led a parade of kids down the hall from his wheelchair. The sound of how full of life they were reminded her that she wasn’t the only one with real troubles.

Rounding the corner, Valerie almost crashed in to a medical assistant with spiky brown hair. Their eyes met, and she gasped when she saw that his were an eerie yellow. Her tormentor had never found her so quickly before. Terror filled her with a cold paralysis, and she felt faint. Suddenly, she remembered that she was hidden under her sheet. Maybe he wouldn’t guess who she was. She forced herself to give a little wave as if she was one of the kids enjoying the Halloween party.

The corner of the assistant’s mouth turned up in a snarl, and he said, “I know it’s you.” Valerie took a step back, frightened, and the lights in the hospital went out.

Valerie heard the excited squealing of the children at the sudden darkness. “Ooo!  It must be a ghost!” she heard Jeremiah shout, and his friends roared with laughter. Part of her wanted to run down the hall to the safety of the children’s party. But another, bigger part of her was tired of running.

“You’re awfully far from your bed, little girl,” her tormentor growled. Goosebumps rose on Valerie’s arms at the slimy familiarity of his voice. “Bad things could happen to you out here.”

 “I don’t believe you,” she said, proud that she was able to keep her voice from trembling. The lights flickered on, and she gasped at the hatred in his eyes.

“Then I’ll just have to prove it to you. You’re not getting away from me again,” he said, taking a step closer.

She reached out to push him away, her heart slamming inside her chest. But her hands went right through him, just like they did with Cyrus. Her fear diminished slightly. “Guess you won’t be hurting me tonight.”

Valerie heard footsteps and she saw Dr. Freeman walking briskly down the hall. He paused and addressed yellow-eyes. “We need to re-stock the gauze in the exam rooms on floor 2. And check the backup generator to make sure it’s working – the lights shouldn’t have gone out for more than a few seconds.”

Her tormentor gritted his teeth. “Yes, sir.”

“I haven’t seen you here before. What’s your name?”

“Uh, Bill Smith. I’ll get that gauze for you right away,” yellow-eyes said, and then rushed down the hall before the doctor could question him further.

“Bill Smith,” Dr. Freeman said to himself, making a note on the pad of paper he always carried with him. Then his face softened as he turned to Valerie. “You better hurry and join the parade, little guy.”

Then Dr. Freeman left without realizing that it was Valerie under the sheet. She was so stunned that she stood frozen, processing the implications of what had happened. Dr. Freeman had seen yellow-eyes, plain as day. Yellow-eyes wasn’t a hallucination any more than Cyrus had been. And the doctor wasn’t the only one to interact with her tormentor, she realized. Hadn’t the blond senior she punched talked to him? And there had been many others, now that she thought about it. She wished that she had asked the doctor to try to touch him, too, to see if he was able to grab more than air.

Valerie’s mind was racing as she headed down the hall toward the exit sign. She fumbled with the knob on the stairwell and then hurried up the steps, taking them two at a time. When she opened the door to the roof and stepped out, she immediately pulled off her costume, which was suffocating her. The cold night air felt calming against her hot face, and her heartbeat slowed.

The sight of the glittering night sky cleared the last wisps of fear from her mind. The stars shone brightly, all traces of clouds from the days before gone. It seemed like a good omen.

    “Cy?” Valerie called softly.

    “Boo!” Cyrus said mischievously in her ear. “Way to go with the original costume, Casper.”

    “Wait, don’t tell me what your costume is. Let me guess, you’re supposed to be a victim of the fashion police,” she retorted, gesturing to his inside-out green shirt and artfully torn jeans.

Cyrus laughed. “I’m guessing you don’t have a lot of time, so quit yapping and let me tell you what you need to know. But hear me out, okay? I know this is going to stretch the limits of believability for you, but I’d hate for you to look like a dork for not trusting me yet again.”

    Valerie rolled her eyes and nodded. “I’m listening.”

     “Thousands of years ago, some people on Earth started developing, like, special powers. Or maybe there were always Conjurors – creatures like us with magic in their blood.”

“No way,” she said, and then reminded herself that she had promised to listen. “Sorry, go ahead.”

“Some of these Conjurors banded together because they thought that they should be able to rule over everyone else. They called themselves the Fractus, and they flooded the entire world to prove how powerful they were. They wanted to terrify ordinary humans into never disobeying them – basically turning them into slaves.”

     “But I guess they didn’t win, ‘cause as far as I know no one today is bowing before an evil magical overlord,” she interrupted.

“You’re right. The rest of the Conjurors – the good ones – fought the Fractus and won, but it was only a matter of time before they attacked again. So the Conjurors used their powers to create another world just for magical beings. And they separated Earth and our world – the Globe – with a barrier so that no one with magic could ever return.”

    “I gotta say, that’s quite a story.”