Ridley Pearson - Power Play

“Yeah, like that.”

“Why?”

Finn thought back to the confrontation in the boys’ room before lunch. He thought back to the photograph with the Evil Queen.

“It’s…involved,” he answered. “The question is: Do I dare test it?”

“Test, as in…?”

“I’m going to go over there,” Finn said. “If he beats up on me, I may need you to rescue me.”

“Me? And Greg Luowski? Right.”

Finn handed him his phone. “Threaten to call nine-one-one.”

“Seriously?”

“I’m not saying to do it. Just threaten it. Luowski’s stupid, but he’s not dumb. He won’t want to mess with the police.”

“He might want to mess with me,” Dillard said.

“It’s your call,” Finn said.

“Yeah, okay, I’ll do it.”

Finn patted him on the shoulder. “Thanks.”

Finn stood and hurried across the street. “Greg!” he called out.

Luowski appeared to panic. He spun around, then reconsidered and turned back to face Finn. He seemed uncharacteristically perplexed.

“Whitless.” Luowski had been born mean. He was the kind of kid destined to be a serial killer, the kind of kid who burned down garages, who dropped rocks off highway overpasses. The kind of kid who deserved a “Go Directly to Jail” card in Monopoly.

“Are you following me?” Finn said.

“As if.”

He was a bad liar.

Luowski turned his head slightly, and Finn saw the green contact lenses. Instead of looking silly, they gave him a chill. Was it possible Luowski and other students (how many, he had no way of knowing!) had been put under a spell by the Evil Queen? That the green contacts were a way for them to identify each other and to intimidate the Keepers? How many had the Queen recruited? Did the spread of the Overtakers extend beyond their own school? If so, how many did the OTs now control? And why? It was enough to make Finn wonder why he’d so eagerly crossed the street to confront Luowski in the first place.

“You don’t get it, do you?” Luowski asked.

“Apparently not.” But something tells me I’m about to, Finn thought.

“The trouble with you, Whitless, is you think you’re so special. You and your friends.”

There were times that Luowski tried to act tough. Then there were times when he looked like a lightbulb screwed into the socket wrong-a sparking, problem-ridden, butch-cut, ex-Marine in a sixteen-year-old’s body.

Finn warned himself to settle down. If he could manage a few seconds of all clear , Luowski wouldn’t be able to hurt him. But at the moment the space between him and all clear was about as wide as the Grand Canyon.

Luowski was like a force field, and Finn a metal particle nearby. Worse, Luowski was relaxed. He didn’t have a care in the world.

“Why would you want to follow me? That’s what I’m asking myself,” Finn said.

“You’re confused. You are so naïve.”

Finn studied the green-eyed kid. A word like naïve had no place coming out of his mouth.

“You must have had Language Arts today,” Finn said.

“Take off,” Luowski said, “before you fall down and get hurt.”

“What did she promise you?”

“Don’t know who you’re talking about,” Luowski replied.

Finn decided it was worth the risk. He pulled the photo out of his back pocket.

“Her,” he said, showing the picture of Luowski and the Evil Queen.

“You Photoshop that or something? I don’t even know who that is.”

He sounded so convincing that Finn nearly believed him.

“I didn’t Photoshop those contact lenses.”

“The trouble with you, Whitless, is your mouth runs like a faucet.”

“Language Arts must have been a block class today.”

“See what I mean?”

“Don’t believe her. She’ll eat you up and spit you out,” Finn said.

“Is that right?”

“Yes. That’s right.”

Luowski grabbed Finn by the shoulders. His hands felt like metal clamps.

“Listen to me carefully, Whitless.” His breath was sour, his voice dry and raspy. The contact lenses made his eyes look like doll eyes when close up. Like dead eyes. “Some of us don’t believe in magic.”

He pushed Finn back, lifting him off his feet and sending him to the sidewalk. Luowski was strong-maybe the strongest kid in the entire high school, not just ninth grade-but it had been more than strength that had lifted Finn off his feet.

“I’M GOING TO CALL NINE-ONE-ONE!” came a girlish-sounding threat from across the street.

Dillard waved the phone. He shouted the warning again.

Luowski glanced in that direction, unfazed. “You’re pathetic,” he said, turning his back on Finn.

And you’re strong, Finn was thinking. Supernaturally strong.

Crazy Glaze was a paint-your-own pottery shop owned and operated by Maybeck’s aunt and legal guardian, Bess, or “Jelly,” as everyone called her. They lived in the apartment above the store; he worked afternoons and Saturdays helping out. Sometimes she paid him, sometimes not, depending on how well business was doing.

Finn liked the smell of the glaze and wet clay.

By the time he got there, the other Keepers had already arrived, though not Amanda and Jess. Jelly had given them the back room all to themselves, the door closed to the outside noise and chaos of kids doing after-school art projects.

The collective mood felt highly charged with anticipation.

Finn sat down and caught them up on his encounter with Luowski. Philby related his story about feeling watched. Willa and Maybeck had similar stories to tell, but neither had connected the events at their school with the Overtakers until they heard Finn and Philby voice their suspicions.

“What does it all mean?” Charlene asked.

Philby spoke up. “It means the Evil Queen has found a way to recruit kids in our schools to watch us.”

“It means we’re outnumbered,” Maybeck said, “and outflanked. That we can’t trust anyone.”

“But the contact lenses,” Charlene said. “They give themselves away as OTs in training, or whatever. Right? I mean, why do that?”

“Intimidation,” Maybeck said. “Is there some other explanation?”

“Agreed. It’s the fear factor,” Finn answered. “Maybe they think we can all go all clear , and want us nervous and on guard to keep us from doing that.”

“And it makes them feel special,” Willa said. “It makes them important and part of a bigger group.”

“It is unusual to make your spies known to the enemy,” Professor Philby said. “Let’s assume they’re planning some kind of jailbreak. Remember, the OTs are characters. That means they’re confined to the Parks-and it’s entirely possible Maleficent and Chernabog aren’t being kept locked up in any of the Parks. They could be in jail anywhere! That might make it necessary for the OTs to have field agents-people on the ground to do stuff for them. The Queen puts spells on a few kids-that would explain Luowski’s bizarre strength-and tests them out with some assignments, and then moves them like pawns to do her dirty work.”

Finn spoke first. “I hate to say it, but it makes sense. No one is going to stop Luowski with that kind of strength. If there are five or six of them like that, they could easily overpower a bunch of guards.”

“Or us,” Maybeck said, ominously. “Maybe, when the time comes, their job is to keep us from interfering with the Evil Queen’s plans. We’ve messed things up a lot for them in the past.”

“Good point,” Willa said.

“Oh, my gosh!” Charlene said. “I just got it!” She was fixed on Maybeck. “You were trying to kiss me to bring me out of the spell! In Epcot. At ice cream!”