Sky Raiders
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“Who are you?” Mira asked.
“I can help,” the girl said. “But you have to come now.” She didn’t sound scared. If anything, she seemed a bit bossy.
“Who are you?” Mira repeated.
“It’s not a trick,” she said. “I’m Amanda, Brady’s sitter.”
“His babysitter?” Cole verified.
“Not actually,” Amanda said. “He modeled me after her. I helped protect him. I saw you getting chased and thought you could use a hand. The whole place will join the hunt soon.”
Twitch and Jace joined them, making the bridge sway and wobble.
“Who is this?” Jace asked.
“Brady’s babysitter,” Cole said.
“Now or never,” Amanda said, glancing out of the tube slide.
“She says she can help us,” Mira said.
“Only if you hurry,” Amanda said.
“Would you put on this shawl?” Cole asked, fingering the clasp at his throat.
“Why?” Amanda snorted. “What’s it going to do to me?
Without a good answer, Cole shrugged.
Amanda huffed. “Not interested. I was just trying to do you a favor. The worst of them aren’t on your trail yet—the mud people, the Blind Ones, the flying squid-faced monsters.”
“We’ll come,” Mira said.
Amanda started sliding.
“You sure?” Jace asked.
“Sure enough,” Mira said, swinging into the slide and disappearing. The Shaper’s Flail slithered in after her. Jace followed, then Twitch.
Mango darted over to Cole, alighting on a bar near him. “Where are you going?”
“I think we found help,” Cole said. “We’ll be back.”
Chapter 28
AMANDA
Not wanting to get left behind, Cole slung himself into the slide. The metal tunnel circled down, down, down, until he emerged in an underground room lit by a naked blue bulb. The others were waiting for him.
“Electricity?” Cole asked, looking at the bulb.
“He faked it,” Amanda said. “The bulb doesn’t have wires. But it never goes out. This way.”
She led them through an obstacle course of cramped tunnels, funhouse mirrors, and pivoting panels. All of it was underground. She kept scolding them to go faster. Occasionally they would see where other slides from the playground above gave access. At last they reached a wide empty sandbox. Amanda stood in the corner and started sinking.
“Quicksand box,” she explained before her head disappeared.
Mira stepped forward, but Jace pushed ahead. “Let me check it out.”
He sank as quickly as Amanda. “I think it’s all right,” Jace said when he was down to his chest. “No pain. I can feel space beneath me.” The sand was at his neck. Then his head was gone.
Mira went next, followed by Twitch. Cole heard clattering on the slides and in the tunnels behind him. It had to be skeletons.
He stepped onto the sand and started sinking steadily. The parts of his body beneath the surface experienced no wetness. By the time he was down to his waist, he could feel his feet poking through the bottom of the sand. Holding his breath as his face slid under, Cole endured the smothering sensation of sinking through grainy matter for a few seconds before he dropped into a new room, landing on a padded floor.
Cole tried to brush off his hair but was surprised to find no sand there.
“Don’t bother,” Twitch told him. “We came through clean.”
Gymnastics pads covered the floor and walls of the otherwise bare room. Light came from glowing cubes in the corners. A smooth square of sand in the ceiling showed how he had entered the room.
“Come on,” Amanda said, showing that one of the pads in the wall swiveled when pressed. “Stop wasting time.” They followed her through a maze of halls and secret doors until they reached a bright room full of couches, stuffed animals, and beanbag chairs. “We’re safe here.”
“Do you hide here all the time?” Mira asked.
“I move around,” Amanda said. “It gets boring without Brady.”
“What happened to him?” Jace wondered.
A flash of grief distorted Amanda’s features, but she shook it off. “They got him. He couldn’t stop making up bad guys. I tried to help him. He made me to help him.”
“How old was he?” Jace asked.
“Six,” Amanda said. “He was so good at making things here in Dreamland.”
“You think this is a dream?” Mira asked.
“He did,” Amanda said. “He said he got here by dreaming. He was always waiting to wake up. I thought he must be right until they got him and the dream kept going.”
“He was making real things,” Mira said. “We call it shaping. The living things are semblances and the nonliving are renderings.”
“Whatever,” Amanda said, apparently not too interested. “I’ve been here alone a long time. Nothing changes. I don’t get older. I can’t leave. I’ve tried. So I just hide out. I’ve learned how to survive pretty good. Much better than when Brady was with me.”
“Did he slow you down?” Cole asked.
“Not really,” Amanda said. “We would find ways to avoid the bad stuff he made, but then he’d dream up new creatures that were smarter or had new skills. He couldn’t help it. Once he was gone, the monsters stopped improving, and my job got easier.”
“Are there others like you here?” Mira asked. “Good semblances?”
“He made a few heroes, but they eventually got killed,” Amanda said. “They were too bold. There’s nobody left on my side. But it looked like you guys needed help, and he made me to watch over little kids.”
“We’re not little,” Jace protested, earning an elbow to his side from Twitch.
“Play along,” Twitch murmured softly.
“No kids think they’re little,” Amanda said. “I’m fifteen. That’s when you’re finally big.”
“Are we stuck here?” Mira asked.
“I am,” Amanda said. “I can’t cross the border of Dreamland. You guys aren’t. I’ll teach you a trick that’ll let you walk right out of here. But first: Anybody want some popcorn?”
“Some what now?” Twitch asked.
“Yes,” Cole said. “Popcorn is good.”
Amanda walked into a neighboring room. “You four came from outside Dreamland?”
“I can help,” the girl said. “But you have to come now.” She didn’t sound scared. If anything, she seemed a bit bossy.
“Who are you?” Mira repeated.
“It’s not a trick,” she said. “I’m Amanda, Brady’s sitter.”
“His babysitter?” Cole verified.
“Not actually,” Amanda said. “He modeled me after her. I helped protect him. I saw you getting chased and thought you could use a hand. The whole place will join the hunt soon.”
Twitch and Jace joined them, making the bridge sway and wobble.
“Who is this?” Jace asked.
“Brady’s babysitter,” Cole said.
“Now or never,” Amanda said, glancing out of the tube slide.
“She says she can help us,” Mira said.
“Only if you hurry,” Amanda said.
“Would you put on this shawl?” Cole asked, fingering the clasp at his throat.
“Why?” Amanda snorted. “What’s it going to do to me?
Without a good answer, Cole shrugged.
Amanda huffed. “Not interested. I was just trying to do you a favor. The worst of them aren’t on your trail yet—the mud people, the Blind Ones, the flying squid-faced monsters.”
“We’ll come,” Mira said.
Amanda started sliding.
“You sure?” Jace asked.
“Sure enough,” Mira said, swinging into the slide and disappearing. The Shaper’s Flail slithered in after her. Jace followed, then Twitch.
Mango darted over to Cole, alighting on a bar near him. “Where are you going?”
“I think we found help,” Cole said. “We’ll be back.”
Chapter 28
AMANDA
Not wanting to get left behind, Cole slung himself into the slide. The metal tunnel circled down, down, down, until he emerged in an underground room lit by a naked blue bulb. The others were waiting for him.
“Electricity?” Cole asked, looking at the bulb.
“He faked it,” Amanda said. “The bulb doesn’t have wires. But it never goes out. This way.”
She led them through an obstacle course of cramped tunnels, funhouse mirrors, and pivoting panels. All of it was underground. She kept scolding them to go faster. Occasionally they would see where other slides from the playground above gave access. At last they reached a wide empty sandbox. Amanda stood in the corner and started sinking.
“Quicksand box,” she explained before her head disappeared.
Mira stepped forward, but Jace pushed ahead. “Let me check it out.”
He sank as quickly as Amanda. “I think it’s all right,” Jace said when he was down to his chest. “No pain. I can feel space beneath me.” The sand was at his neck. Then his head was gone.
Mira went next, followed by Twitch. Cole heard clattering on the slides and in the tunnels behind him. It had to be skeletons.
He stepped onto the sand and started sinking steadily. The parts of his body beneath the surface experienced no wetness. By the time he was down to his waist, he could feel his feet poking through the bottom of the sand. Holding his breath as his face slid under, Cole endured the smothering sensation of sinking through grainy matter for a few seconds before he dropped into a new room, landing on a padded floor.
Cole tried to brush off his hair but was surprised to find no sand there.
“Don’t bother,” Twitch told him. “We came through clean.”
Gymnastics pads covered the floor and walls of the otherwise bare room. Light came from glowing cubes in the corners. A smooth square of sand in the ceiling showed how he had entered the room.
“Come on,” Amanda said, showing that one of the pads in the wall swiveled when pressed. “Stop wasting time.” They followed her through a maze of halls and secret doors until they reached a bright room full of couches, stuffed animals, and beanbag chairs. “We’re safe here.”
“Do you hide here all the time?” Mira asked.
“I move around,” Amanda said. “It gets boring without Brady.”
“What happened to him?” Jace wondered.
A flash of grief distorted Amanda’s features, but she shook it off. “They got him. He couldn’t stop making up bad guys. I tried to help him. He made me to help him.”
“How old was he?” Jace asked.
“Six,” Amanda said. “He was so good at making things here in Dreamland.”
“You think this is a dream?” Mira asked.
“He did,” Amanda said. “He said he got here by dreaming. He was always waiting to wake up. I thought he must be right until they got him and the dream kept going.”
“He was making real things,” Mira said. “We call it shaping. The living things are semblances and the nonliving are renderings.”
“Whatever,” Amanda said, apparently not too interested. “I’ve been here alone a long time. Nothing changes. I don’t get older. I can’t leave. I’ve tried. So I just hide out. I’ve learned how to survive pretty good. Much better than when Brady was with me.”
“Did he slow you down?” Cole asked.
“Not really,” Amanda said. “We would find ways to avoid the bad stuff he made, but then he’d dream up new creatures that were smarter or had new skills. He couldn’t help it. Once he was gone, the monsters stopped improving, and my job got easier.”
“Are there others like you here?” Mira asked. “Good semblances?”
“He made a few heroes, but they eventually got killed,” Amanda said. “They were too bold. There’s nobody left on my side. But it looked like you guys needed help, and he made me to watch over little kids.”
“We’re not little,” Jace protested, earning an elbow to his side from Twitch.
“Play along,” Twitch murmured softly.
“No kids think they’re little,” Amanda said. “I’m fifteen. That’s when you’re finally big.”
“Are we stuck here?” Mira asked.
“I am,” Amanda said. “I can’t cross the border of Dreamland. You guys aren’t. I’ll teach you a trick that’ll let you walk right out of here. But first: Anybody want some popcorn?”
“Some what now?” Twitch asked.
“Yes,” Cole said. “Popcorn is good.”
Amanda walked into a neighboring room. “You four came from outside Dreamland?”
