Shades

“You wanted family reunion, yes?” Gustav stood unmoving as the darkness flowed around him and raced towards the other magician. “Your brother found Danny. He has been anchored to him ever since. Following him around like a lost puppy. Not always able to breach the gulf, but tonight, I give him help. Get enough power from the boy to bring your brother through.”

MICHAEL…YOU LEFT ME THERE…SO COLD…WHY…

“Martin,” Bedrik stammered, “you have to understand. You have to—”

YOU ARE THE BAD TWIN, MICHAEL…

Without another word, Bedrik turned and ran. The darkness raced after him, enveloping him like a shroud. Bedrik shrieked. His face reddened as the black energies wrapped around him. He staggered backwards, trying to pull it off, but the shade seethed and swarmed, coalescing into a maelstrom of shadow intent on only one thing—revenge.

Danny watched in horror, and realized that Gustav was laughing.

Michael Bedrik screamed again as the darkness smothered him. A mouth formed of shadow and lashed out, biting deep into his body and ripping away the flesh. It bit down again and again, devouring him with an insatiable lust, a gluttonous spirit incapable of mercy and vengeful to the last. Bedrik looked at Danny, his eyes begging for help. A moment later, the blackness feasted on his eyes, too.

Danny closed his own eyes, trying to block the images. He couldn’t stop the chewing sounds.

When he opened them again, there was nothing left of Mr. Bedrik, not even his clothes. The swirling black mass shifted again and again, finished with its feast. Danny felt its rage, a cold and bitter furnace of energies.

Gustav stepped forward. “Now you go back to where you came from.”

THE PRISON…

“Nyet. Death is not a prison. You are free. Go to the next place and return here no more.”

Gustav banished Martin Bedrik’s spirit and the shadow vanished. Silence returned to the cemetery. The lightning bugs fell to the ground, dead. Darkness, normal darkness, closed in on them again. Danny took a hesitant step and found that he could move. He ran to his mother and untied her. She was unconscious.

“Will she be okay?”

“Da. She will wake up soon. You should get her home.”

Danny glanced around the battleground. The man with the knife lay at the foot of the crypt.

“Gustav, what just happened here? What was that thing?”

“Martin Bedrik’s spirit has been following you,” Gustav said. “You found each other, yes? It latched on to you. Tried to use your power to come back and get revenge. But it did not know how and neither did you. I helped it tonight. I knew we would need him to help defeat his brother.”

“You used him,” Danny muttered, “just like you used me.”

“Danny—”

“Don’t say another fucking word. I heard what you told Mr. Bedrik. I thought you were my friend. I believed in you. You lied to me. Gave me those presents. Told me I was magic. But I’m not, am I? All this time, all you wanted was my power. You used me. Wanted what I could give you. You’re just like everyone else. Just like Mom stealing my money. I hate you.”

Gustav nodded sadly.

“I wish I’d never met you. Wish I’d never found that stupid body. Wish none of this had ever happened.”

Gustav spoke softly. “You wish to forget?”

“What do you think, you commie asshole? Of course I do. Matt. My Dad…”

Before Danny could react, Gustav reached out and touched his forehead.

“Sleep.”

Danny slumped over, as unconscious as his mother. Gustav caught him as he fell.

“You will fall again, Danny, and the next time, I will not be able to catch you.” His voice choked with emotion. “I wish that I could, but I cannot. Even I am not that powerful, yes? If I could, I would fix it. I would move Hook Mountain for you. You are like son to me. But this will not happen.”

He loaded the boy and his mother into the police car and drove them home. They did not wake as he tucked them into their beds. He collected the presents he’d given to Danny from the boy’s room, and sobbed when he flipped through Danny’s Book of Shadows.

After regaining his composure, Gustav removed all traces of himself from the house. Tomorrow, Danny and his mother would wake up with no memories of what had happened. Bedrik’s death—as well as the deaths of Matt, Amiratti, and many others—would become just another statistic, the violent cost of living in Brackard’s Point. In time, Danny would mend his friendship with Chuck, Ronnie, and Jeremy—whose secret name was Jammer. Gustav knew this, even if the boy did not. They would become friends again, better than ever. Danny’s mother would not drink. She would get a better job and pay attention to her son. None of them would remember any of what had happened. Danny would forget all about magic.

And Danny would be happy for the rest of his brief life.