Touching Darkness m-2

by Scott Westerfeld

  Jessica shook her head as they backed out of the parking space. “You’re probably right. I mean, about not bugging him. He’ll freak if I’m all clingy. I’ll just have to talk to him.”

  “Wait until you have the upper hand, though. Patience is a virtue.”

  “Uh, yeah, I guess.” Although at some point, Jessica knew from experience, patience was also being a wimp.

  As they reached the edge of the parking lot, a car swerved in from the street and screeched to a halt right in front of them. Constanza slammed on the brakes, and the Mercedes stopped with inches to spare.

  It was Jonathan and Dess, looking very much in a hurry. His car was dirty, as if they’d been driving off-road, and Jonathan wore a wild-eyed expression.

  He glared at Constanza’s car, then squinted through the two windshields at Jessica.

  “Jeez. Speaking of patience…” Constanza said.

  Jessica swallowed. Something serious had happened. “Look, I better go. He looks upset. His thing he had to do… maybe it didn’t go so well.”

  “Sure, Jess.”

  Jessica opened her door. “I’m really sorry, Constanza. I’d love a ride home some other time.”

  “No problem. See you tomorrow. I want to hear more about this.”

  “Oh… sure.” If I can tell you anything at all. Jessica wondered what she was about to find out. From the way Jonathan and Dess looked, last night had been bad.

  Constanza laughed. “I mean, even if Jonathan is being a pain in the ass, you have to admit, the guy knows how to make an entrance.”

  13

  11:45 p.m.

  INTRUDER

  Jessica lifted a corner of the shade to peer out, wondering if the movement could be seen from the bushes across the street. Her lights were off, of course, and she’d draped T-shirts across the pulsing eyes of her bedside clock and snoozing computer. The only light in her bedroom crept in beneath the door: the faint glow of the hall night-light.

  She couldn’t see anything outside—nothing human, anyway. Just intertwined tree branches, fallen leaves, and a few pools of illumination gathered under porch lights.

  Somewhere out there, Melissa was searching, sifting through the few waking minds for one thinking stalking thoughts. If she and Rex were actually in town tonight and not headed off to the edge of the badlands to tangle with monsters. Jonathan had told her the story as he’d driven her home from school—how they’d stumbled onto a house where darklings gave orders to human followers in midnight séances.

  Jessica shuddered, trying to imagine the half-thing that made this communication possible, the kidnapped midnighter somehow melded with a darkling.

  Jonathan had also passed on Rex’s assurances that Jessica would be safe for a while; something about a stolen domino, which hadn’t been completely convincing. What if the man with the camera already had his orders? What if he had a spare set of dominoes? Didn’t seem like much to bet your life on.

  Jessica knew she wouldn’t be out of danger until the blue time came, when she and Jonathan could soar above Bixby to safety. She glanced at her watch: only twelve minutes to go.

  A noise crept into the room.

  It was the sound of creaking wood. And it was definitely coming from inside the house. Jessica dropped the window shade, turned, and froze.

  Along the dim strip of light creeping beneath the door a shadow moved, accompanied by the faintest of complaints from the wooden floorboards.

  Mom? Her mouth moved to form the word, but no sound came out. She tightened her lips. If it was her mother, she would knock or say something, wouldn’t she?

  Jessica waited motionless for what felt like a solid minute, her heartbeat rising slowly into her throat. The shadow under the door didn’t move. In the darkness Jessica’s vision began to conjure stirrings in the corners of her room. The light under the door seemed to grow in intensity, and the moan of the wind outside kept getting louder.

  Were they waiting for midnight? That wouldn’t make any sense if they were normal humans. Unless they planned to attack in the last minutes before the secret hour came, to bundle her up all ready for the darklings. But why? To join her with some darkling body to do their bidding?

  Jessica chewed her lip. She couldn’t just stand here.

  Slowly she knelt by the bed, sliding out her weapons box. Ignoring the flashlight and lighter, she pulled out Anfractuously, the bicycle lock. Made of heavy steel, it was suitable for both midnight and daylight threats.

  She took slow steps toward the door, stood to the side, back against the wall, and raised Anfractuously above her head.

  A loud thump filled the room; the bicycle lock had struck the wall behind her.

  Jessica froze.

  A whisper pierced the door: “Jess?”

  “Beth?” She yanked open the door, revealing her tousle-headed sister standing there in pajamas. “You little sneak! What are you doing outside my door?” she hissed.

  Beth walked into the room, looking around interestedly. “Well, mostly I was wondering what you were doing here inside your room.”

  “Shhh! You’ll wake up Mom and Dad,” Jessica whispered. Beth had spoken in a normal voice.

  “So close the door.”

  Jessica groaned and glanced at her clock, but the numbers were obscured by the T-shirt she’d draped over it. If her little sister was still here at midnight, things were going to get tricky.

  Beth followed her gaze. “Interesting. Is that to hide the light?”

  “Shhh!” Jessica hissed again. She relented and closed the door. The last thing she needed was her parents joining them. “What do you want?”

  “I want to know what’s going on with you.”

  “What do you mean, Beth?”

  “Well, the blinds are drawn, the lights are off, you’re dressed, and you’ve got your bike lock in your hand. Going somewhere?”

  Jess looked down at Anfractuously. “This was to bash your brains in with, actually.”

  Beth smiled sweetly. “Who did you think I was?”

  “No one,” Jessica said. Just some retarded serial killer in pajamas. Now why don’t you go back to bed?”

  “You need to get your watch fixed,” Beth announced. “It’s wrong every morning.”

  Jessica paused, although she knew that pausing was always a bad idea with Beth. It gave her little brain time to think it knew more than it really did. “Yeah, I guess it’s running fast.”

  “Yeah, but exactly an hour fast? Every morning?”

  “I miss Chicago time,” Jessica said, a trickle of sweat beginning to crawl down her back. Just how much had Beth noticed?

  “Nice try. Chicago time and Bixby time are the same.”

  Jessica sighed. “Okay, Beth, you win. Every night I fly to New York on my broom to attend wild parties, and in the morning I sometimes forget to set my watch back to Bixby time. Satisfied?”

  Beth sat down on the bed, nodding slowly. “Not completely, but at least we’re getting somewhere.”

  “Where you’re getting is into trouble. Leave. This is my room!”

  “So call Mom.”

  Jessica took a breath and opened her mouth, but all that leaked out was another deadly pause, which was as unstoppable as Beth’s growing smile.

  “Didn’t think so. On a related topic, Jess, I tried to wake you up Sunday morning. But mysteriously, I couldn’t open your door.”

  “Maybe I locked it.”

  Beth snorted. “Your door doesn’t have a lock. I am your little sister—I know these things. I suspect that you jammed this under it.” She held up a doorstop, the one Jessica had secured her door with the night they’d spotted the stalker.

  “That’s mine.”

  Beth dropped it onto the bed with a smile. “Yes, it is. And when I find out what you’re up to, you will be mine.”

  Jessica glanced at her watch. Six minutes. If the darkling groupies would just burst in now, she could jump into her closet, and in the confusion they would assume that B
eth was her and whisk her off to the badlands, where she could annoy the darklings until they were forced to escape into yet another hidden hour or perhaps another dimension entirely. A win-win situation.

  “Waiting for someone?” Beth asked.

  “Yes… you. To leave.”

  “Someone who’s coming at, oh…” Beth whisked the T-shirt off the bedside clock. “Twelve?”

  Jessica just shook her head. Her heart was pounding too hard for her to say anything. Maybe if she stood very still and came back to this exact spot when the hour had ended, Beth wouldn’t notice any minuscule changes in her position.

  But Beth, it seemed, was noticing everything.

  She sat on the bed, eyes sweeping the room. “You’re majorly grounded, but there’s always dirt on your sneakers in the morning. And rust and grease on your jeans. It’s like you go out Dumpster diving every night.”

  Jessica ground her teeth together. Beth must have been spying on her for weeks, probably since they’d arrived in Bixby. All the time she’d been worrying about her poor, friendless sister having trouble adjusting to the new town, the little sneak had been busy snooping.

  It occurred to Jessica that she could really let Beth in for an eyeful. All she had to do was wait until midnight came and when it ended be standing just behind her or in another room entirely, vanishing before Beth’s snotty, superior gaze.

  Of course, if Beth saw her disappear, she might start talking about it. Mom and Dad wouldn’t believe her, but if she told someone at school, the story might eventually get back to the other midnighters. Rex wouldn’t be very happy about that.

  Even worse, instead of being terrified, Beth would probably decide to start showing up every night at midnight, trying to figure out exactly what was going on.

  “Did you think I wouldn’t notice how love-happy you are all the time?” Beth continued. “Or were, at least until you got all paranoid Saturday night. And now you’re waving that thing around.” Beth pointed at the bicycle lock, still in Jessica’s hand. “That guy you got busted with, Jonathan—he’s been in trouble with the police a bunch, right?”

  “Beth, you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “That’s right, I don’t. I’ve never met this guy; he could be a total psycho for all I know.” Her eyes fell to the floor. “Jess, I’m worried about you.”

  Jessica blinked. “You’re what?”

  “Worried. About. You.” Beth pulled her knees up onto the bed and hugged them. The superior smile had faded from her face. “You never got brought home by the cops before, or snuck around, or lied to me.”

  “Beth, I don’t—”

  “You lie to me all the time now, Jessica. I can tell.” Beth looked straight at her, daring her to disagree. “You weren’t like this before we came to this stupid town. I knew all your friends back then.”

  Jessica swallowed. It seemed so long ago, like another life, but she did remember. Before Mom and Dad had announced the big move to Bixby and the packing and goodbyes had turned Beth into a full-time whiner, the two of them had always talked. Teased and argued mostly, but never lied to each other.

  “Beth. I don’t mean to keep secrets from you. It’s just that…” Jessica’s voice caught. Beth’s eyes were so full of longing; she needed something to cling to here in Bixby.

  It would be so easy to tell her.

  Guiltily, Jessica allowed herself to imagine the look of awe on her little sister’s face. Beth wouldn’t believe it at first, but Jessica could prove it in another two minutes, flitting from one spot to another in the blink of an eye. Beth would have to accept the truth, and Jessica would have an ally when she had to cover things up. There would be one less person in the world to deceive.

  “Beth…”

  “What?”

  The words didn’t come, of course. She would hate herself if she said them. For years the others had kept the secret from everyone—friends, family, the police who enforced Bixby’s merciless curfew. It wasn’t convenient, but what else could they do? Rex said that lots of people used to know about midnight, but look what had happened—one day the midnighters had all just disappeared. Secrecy was their only real protection. Her shades were drawn and windows locked right now because someone out there knew.

  And there were worse things than the man with the camera. Jessica’s imagined vision of the half-thing came into her mind. Midnight wasn’t just secret; it was full of horrors. She couldn’t dump her nightmares on her little sister—it wasn’t fair. The whole idea was stupid and selfish.

  Jessica sighed and looked at her watch again. Forty seconds. “Let me show you something.”

  Beth’s eyes widened. “Really?”

  Jessica smiled—just one more lie tonight. “Really. Come here.”

  She opened the door to her closet, pointing into the darkness. All she really had to do was distract Beth for a few seconds; as long as she wasn’t looking at Jessica at the stroke of midnight, her little sister shouldn’t notice a thing.

  Beth stood and crossed the room, a little suspicious now. “No one’s in there, right?”

  “Yeah, sure. I keep my new psycho boyfriend in the closet. Don’t be a wimp. Look.” Her watch said twenty-four seconds now.

  Beth frowned warily but came. “Turn on a light or something?”

  “Sure.” She flicked the overhead light on, but Beth only frowned harder, like this was all too easy. “Come on.” Jessica took her sister’s shoulder and pulled her toward the closet. Fifteen, fourteen…

  “What?” Beth stared into the darkness.

  “Just look. Let your eyes adjust.” Ten. Jessica took her hand from Beth’s shoulder, stepped back out of her view. Beth turned to track her movement.

  “You better not be pulling some—”

  “Look there!” Jessica snapped. This was turning out to be trickier than she’d expected; maneuvering Beth was like herding a cat. And her watch wasn’t always perfect to the second. There was only one way to be sure…

  “Jess, there’s nothing in there but—”

  Her little sister squawked as Jessica shoved her into the closet, stumbling against the hanging clothes with a clatter. She swung the door closed behind Beth until it clicked.

  “Jess!” came a muffled roar. A solid thump followed, probably a kick.

  Jessica leaned her weight against the door, watching the stroke of midnight come and go. That was the problem with quartz watches, Rex always said. They tended to lose a few seconds every day.

  “You are so dead! If you don’t open this door in five seconds, I’m going to scream.”

  Five seconds should be fine, Jessica thought.

  “One, two, thr—”

  The familiar shudder came, a ripple in the wooden solidity of the floor beneath her feet and the door against her shoulder, a simultaneous choking off of little sister and moaning Oklahoma wind. A distortion passed through the room, leaving everything still and flat and lit from within by a soft blue glow.

  Jessica sighed. The coming scream was almost certainly unavoidable, and her parents might have already heard the ruckus. But it was Beth who had invaded her room, after all, refusing to leave. In any case, explanations and recriminations were all on the other side of midnight.

  She left the closet door closed, unable to imagine a worse sight than a frozen prescream Beth face, deathly pale and furious. Arming herself with Explosiveness and Demonstration and pulling on her sneakers, Jessica unlocked and opened a window, swinging one leg across the sill.

  Looking back at the room, she was momentarily proud of herself for resisting the temptation to tell secrets. She had done the adult thing and protected Beth from the truth. Maybe she would even apologize when her little sister emerged from the closet.

  “See you in an hour, sweetie,” Jessica called, and dropped to the ground outside.

  14

  12:00 a.m.

  ACARICIANDOTE

  “There!” Jessica pointed with her free hand, the motion sending the two of
them into a slow spin.

  Jonathan looked down. “I can’t see Rex and Melissa anywhere.”

  “Me either. Just the car. Kind of hard to miss it.”

  Jonathan laughed. “Must take some kind of mindcaster voodoo, keeping an old piece of crap like that running.”

  He tugged her closer, taking her free hand in his. Their drifting rotation slowed as they descended, somehow canceled out by his motion. A flash of annoyance went through Jessica. That equal-and-opposite-reaction thing again. Jonathan understood it automatically, though that particular law of motion always seemed to leave her adrift.

  Her irritation passed quickly, though. The moment felt too good to stay angry—falling like this, her head resting against his chest. She closed her eyes, sensing when they were about to land from the tightening of his muscles. Their legs intertwined for a moment as the ground caught them, knees bending and bodies pressing against each other for support.

  They jumped again, Jessica following Jonathan’s lead, keeping both of his hands in hers. She opened her eyes: the leap had been just high enough to clear the house between their last landing and the parked Ford.

  As they reached the peak, he said, “You seem better tonight.”

  “Better than what?”

  “This afternoon.”

  “Oh, that.” There’d been a lot to digest, what with Darkling Manor and the half-being and something convoluted about Dess thinking that Rex and Melissa were… touching. “It’s just been a long week, that’s all.”

  “It’s Monday night, Jess.”

  “My point exactly. But yeah, I am better now.” Things were always better with Jonathan in the secret hour. “Anyway, it’s officially partly Tuesday.”

  They landed in the street near the car, Jonathan’s clothes billowing a little as they corkscrewed down to a dead halt.

  “Hey! I just realized… you’re wearing a jacket!” She stepped back to look at him in surprise, normal weight settling across her.

  Jonathan shrugged. “In case I have to walk home. You know, if we find the stalker or something and I wind up following him.”