The Annihilation of Foreverland (12 page)

The Chimney, where everyone woke up and everyone disappeared. Graduated.
Smoked.
But no one knew what really happened. Would Foreverland really show them what was inside?

“Get to the ground, Danny Boy,” he said. “I don’t want you crashing and burning, my man.”

“Where you going?”

Zin pointed down. Danny could see the girls popping into existence near the sundial. “Girl plus boy… you do the math.”

They landed safely. Danny didn’t see Zin after that.

The two moons had fallen below the tree line. There was a castle in the Yard with smolder holes in it. The moat was on fire. Danny watched Vikings carry out chests of gold. They celebrated around a fire with pre-historic turkey legs and vats of beer, wine or whatever was slurring their speech. Apparently, they won.

Danny had gone to the beach. It was empty. No sign of the redhead. He explored the island, messed around inside the castle and went swimming. He even went to the game room and helped the team win.

(They were getting slaughtered before he showed up.)

DA-NNY! DA-NNY! DA-NNY!

Sid was all happy.

Danny looked for the redhead some more. He ended up where he first met her on the Yard. The castle had crumbled into dust by then. The moat continued to burn with eerie red flames. Campfires were all around it. When the moons began to fade, they were hugging and saying goodbye. Some of them were crying. Danny watched from the edge of the trees, alone.

Someone walked toward him.

“You Danny Boy?” It was one of the girls. “Someone found this by the fire.”

She handed him a gift. It was wrapped in red paper that sparkled in the dimming light. He opened the card taped to the top.

Merry Christmas, Danny Boy.

He could hardly see his hands as he ripped the paper from the box. The fires were nearly gone when he pulled the top open. He put his hand inside.

Sand.

ROUND

Fire Takes Life of Mother and Son

GILBERT,
Arizona
. – The Gilbert Fire Department responded to a call at 4:22 AM where a two-story house belonging to Allison Forrester was engulfed in flames. Fire fighters were able to keep the blaze from jumping to neighboring houses but unable to rescue the occupants. Once the fire was extinguished, two unidentified bodies were discovered inside. One is believed to be Allison Forrester, 47, and her son, Daniel Forrester, 13.

The cause of the fire is unknown.

She neared the edge of the gray boundary, dared not go any closer.

But she could see… all of Foreverland.

Danny flew by with the other boy. He was quite… good.

Quite.

She… she was right. He was who she needed. She needed someone to watch Reed. Needed someone to help her… to put an end…

She watched, she watched.

He would need the practice. He would need to learn the ways of Foreverland. He would need to be stronger. She couldn’t wait long, but she… she needed to wait for now. To give him time to get stronger.

She left him a present. A gift. A clue.

He would use it.

To find her next time.

In the…

Nowhere.

Light softly flooded the Haystack. Danny shivered.

The boys were slowly coming to life. Zin was still on his back. Reed’s cell was empty. Danny didn’t bother wondering where he was or if he was alive, he just needed to get out. The others were already ahead of him, scurrying for the exit. No one spoke.

Danny’s clothes were near the opening of his cell, the door slung open. He quickly got dressed and hurried for the outdoors, to get heat into his bones. They exited into the shade of the trees, but the air was so much warmer than inside the Haystack. They trotted down the path to the end.
Sun
.

Danny stopped as he entered the Yard, savoring the warmth on his face, the smell of green grass and the sound of birds.

Something flashed.

He shaded his eyes and picked up a small twinkle in the top floor of the Chimney behind the black windows. He gave it little thought. Instead, he started for the dorms to get some rest. He hadn’t moved all day, but all that healing was exhausting. He couldn’t exactly remember what had happened.

Danny crossed the Yard.

Zin was still inside the Haystack, shivering on the floor.

The Director scrubbed his hair with a towel.

It had been days since he’d showered. Work was demanding. Sometimes he forgot what he smelled like. But when a man stays locked away on the top floor of a luxury penthouse-style apartment, it didn’t matter what he smelled like. But a shower was in order. He needed to get outside and stretch a bit, see his island. Reconnect with the reason he came to it in the first place.

Things have evolved so quickly.

He saw the line of boys emerging from the trees.

The Director threw the towel over the back of a chair and aimed one of his telescopes. He dialed the knob until the faces came into focus. They were exhausted and shivering. Eight hours of bone-chilling cold would make a polar bear chatter. Those boys had no idea what their bodies were enduring while they were away.

Foreverland
, they called it.

The Director couldn’t have come up with a better name. Then again, he never could have envisioned what his island had become. Not in a million years.

These kids had no idea what a gift they’d received. If they knew what their lives had been like before he brought them to this paradise, they’d break down like rag dolls. Then again, if they knew the price they were paying for such freedom, for the unadulterated alternate reality, they might not exactly drop to their knees in thanks.

Evolution works that way. The weak feed the strong.

The boys continued to exit the trees, crossing the Yard toward their warm beds. They’d stop for some food but then they’d sleep the night away. The Director kept his telescope focused on the trees until he came out. The kid stopped, shaded his eyes and glanced in the direction of the Director.

Danny Boy.

He was filled with the urge to mix a drink.

The Director questioned that acquisition, the young little redheaded hacker. He wasn’t the typical candidate for his program. He was too smart. Too skilled. He needed kids that were physically fit. Not necessarily retarded, but he didn’t need a genius, either. Just an ordinary kid that would follow the pack.

But that Mr. Jones persuaded him it was the right choice. Said the kid had enhanced brain activity that would open new avenues in the program. The Director knew Jones was only in it for himself, but he made sense.

The Director was reluctant because the program was delicate. There were so many unknown factors that a risk was dangerous. But if he didn’t push into the unknown, the program would stagnate. In fact, if the problem –
the problem –
hadn’t already started, he would’ve told Jones to go slam his head in the sand. But he needed some solutions, and, damnit, Jones made sense.

Reed created the problem. The Director needed to keep him around to solve
it
. So far, that wasn’t working. He couldn’t make Reed take the needle. It just wouldn’t work if he didn’t want it, if he wasn’t open to it. If the Director punched it through his skull against his will, it would do more harm than good.

Danny Boy, though, could be the key. He’d already reached out to Reed on the beach. The Director knew it had something to do with the girl that confronted him in the first round.

She is the problem.

She was still hiding in the Nowhere. She was careful, sent the kid a clue. The Director didn’t know what she had in mind, but he would keep following. And like all his enemies, she would be destroyed in the end. He rubbed the small hole in his forehead. After all, she couldn’t escape. He knew where she was, he just couldn’t reach her.

“Director?” the intercom squawked.

“Yes,” he answered.

“We’re ready.”

The Director watched Danny cross the Yard. He was too sleepy, too damn cold, to do anything else. He’d go to his room and sleep off the experience for the next day. That would give the Director some time to figure out something for the next round.

He decided he’d mix that drink after all. Tomato juice and vodka mixed over three ice cubes. The Director stirred it with a stalk of celery. He took a swig, hit it with a dash of pepper. He crossed to the other side and stood over another telescope, this one pointed over
Geezer
Mansion
. He munched the celery and looked at the water beyond.

He focused on the horizon. There was nothing but the sharp edge where water met the sky. He often imagined he could see land beyond it. But that was too far for a telescope. He hadn’t seen it in many years.

“Director?” The voice was impatient. “We would like to begin—”

“Don’t interrupt, Mr. Jackson.”

The intercom remained silent.

The Director finished his drink. When he was good and ready, he went to the elevator to assume his position as Director of a revolutionary program.

The world would remember him long after they forgot Jesus.

Parker lay on a bed. Mouth open. His lips were dry and cracked; his hair springing out in all directions.

A needle in his forehead.

A bald old man pulled aside a curtain that divided the room in half. “We’re clear, Director.”

“Thank you, Mr. Jackson.”

The Director stood at the foot of the bed. The room was hospitable with soothing blue walls and the white curtain. There was a large glass window with half a dozen old men staring at them. At one time, the Investors stood in the room with the Director. Now, they were sequestered in the sound-proof booth. The Director needed peace and quiet when he worked his magic.

The Director would’ve banished them altogether, but these old men funded the project. The Director had proven to be a smart man in science and politics, so he let them watch. They didn’t like it, but they were smart men, as well. They eventually stopped complaining and the Director eventually forgot they were there. Besides, he wanted them to see him perform the miracle. The Director was not a magician.

He was a savior.

Parker’s eyes began rapid eye movement. The Director moved next to the bed. The eyes danced beneath the lids.

“Come on, now,” the Director said, gently. “Come on.”

Sometimes he lost them in the final leg of the journey; they just needed to connect the mind with the body. The sound of his voice gave them guidance. Previous patients said it was like a beacon bringing them home. It was very dark and directionless where they were; the mind drifting in unknown territory.

He cradled Parker’s head, careful not to bump the wire protruding from the end of the needle that connected to a bedside computer. He brushed the wild hair back and stroked his cheeks, anything to stimulate the nervous system, give the mind direction.

“You’re almost there.” The eyes bounced faster. “Almost. Come on, now.”

The eyes stopped.

Opened.

Parker stared at the Director without seeing him. Slowly, they came into focus. The Director pulled the needle from his forehead and stood back, gave him space. Parker sat up like a spring. He jerked his head around, surveying the room, eyes wide with wonder. He looked at his hands, turning them over, palm to back to palm.

“You did it,” he said. “I’ve never felt… this good.”

The men in the booth were waiting for a sign. Parker lifted his hand and waved. He saw them silently clap. The Director stopped Parker from standing.

“The password.”

Parker jittered like a kid hopped up on energy drinks. He watched the men in the booth, mouthing out the words,
He did it, he did it!

The Director squeezed his arms. “Password.”

Parker focused on him. His lips moved but the word wouldn’t come. He searched the Director’s face for the answer. Mr. Jackson appeared from around the curtain, hiding a syringe behind his back. The Director glanced at him.

The old men settled.

“Last time,” he said. “Password, please.”

Panic jittered in Parker’s stomach. The Director gave him a password before the journey to ensure he had made it. Without it, he couldn’t be sure.

He knew the moment was about to pass by and he was about to lose everything he worked for. The Director let go of him and sat back. Parker sat still, thinking. A word was coming. He felt Mr. Jackson take a step and held up a finger to give him more time. He knew there was a needle behind his back. He knew if he didn’t give the Director the word they would put him out and try it again. Next time, he might not return from that dark, drifting place.

He looked up.

Eyes bright.

“Foreverland.”