There are several ways to stop a
speeding car if you know what you're doing and several more if you
are a magician though the vast majority of those void the warranty.
My method is simplicity itself: I step out in front of the red
convertible speeding down the street and wait, ignoring the gasp of
horror from the sidewalk as Charlie gapes at me. The driver twists
the wheel hard, tires screaming like tin on a conveyor belt and the
faux-limo jutters over the curb to come to a grinding halt, a horseho
wrapped around an oak tree. Like I said, there's several ways to stop
a speeding car but this one is the fastest and tells you a lot about
the driver as well.
She stumbles out of the driver's door,
face as red as her car, fury burning in her eyes. Her name is Cristal
Moonbeam Smith but I don't hold it against her any more than I do
her being seventeen or wearing a red princess dress to her prom. The
golden circlet on her head is something else altogether. The
moonlight doesn't fall on it and it casts a shadow all its own behind
her, large and twisted with spikes, deep with hunger.
She begins screaming
anatomically-impossible insults; I am not sure if it is her anger or
the crown that allows her to march toward me across the lawn without
falling in too-high red heels.
"Cristal."
She stops at her name. "What are
you, some kind of pervert stalker. I –."
"Your crown. Where did you get
it?"
She looks blank for half a moment, then
smiles the kind of nasty smile lawyers can only dream of owning. "You
think I'm going to tell you?
You want it for yourself, don't you? You want to be the homecoming
queen: steal my dress, my crown, my night!"
"A homecoming
queen wouldn't drive herself to the prom," Charlie says from the
sidewalk.
Cristal takes in
punk clothing and hair and dismisses Charlie as anything at all, her
focus snapping back to me. "You're going to make your girlfriend
into the queen, but the crown won't –."
"Magicians are
many things, but not good dating material." No reaction. "Who
gave you the crown, Cristal?"
"I said I'm
not going –."
I hold her gaze,
thread power into my voice. "Listen: you didn't run me over.
Whatever the crown is, you're not that far gone in its power yet. Let
go of it and walk away."
"And give up
on being the queen?" She laughs shakily. "Lem will date me.
The crown has promised me."
"Fix the car."
Charlie favours Cristal with a smile that isn't wholly human; you
can't be human and ignore a smile that sharp.
Cristal stutters
out: "Pardon?"
"Can your
crown do that?"
Nothing. Charlie
looks at me and raises one eyebrow. I walk past Cristal to the car:
the tree wants to be whole, the car the same. I reach into the world,
pulling desire enough to bend time, raise my right hand and speak a
Word. I don't normally waste time or energy on such things, but both
the car and tree returning to their original states strikes Cristal
numb.
I lower my hand,
feeling it tremble a little, years of my life bled off. I can recover
them with time so I'm not too concerned as I turn to Cristal. She
stumble-steps back and the crown burns with a brilliant golden light
the sun itself would envy, a light not from this universe at all.
"That's enough
of that."
It burns brighter,
fighting my will.
"Charlie."
Charlie steps
forward and opens her mouth wide, eating the light in a single gulp.
There aren't many god-eaters in the world, and an alien crown is
hardly about to resist her nature. She blinks a couple of times after
and shakes her head. "Not a pleasant aftertaste."
I hold
out my left hand; the crown snaps off her head and into my grip
before it can anchor itself deeper into Cristal. It writhes,
twisting into a shape with no angles and too many sides for half a
moment. Go home, I
think at it and it is gone a moment later.
Cristal makes a
small animal sound, her eyes wide and breaking.
"I will not
make you a prom queen, but I can let you be yourself as few people
are, however that shines. Perhaps Lem will notice you."
"You'd do
that?" Need flashes across her face and turns into something
surpassing hope. She burns bright in inside-ways, lets out a small
gasp and then begins to walk. No one will stop and offer her a lift;
they would not dare, knowing no car is as real as she is for the next
few hours.
"Isn't that
dangerous?" Charlie offers.
"It's prom
night: I imagine everyone will be drunk and a little bit scared,"
"So
you rebuilt a car, destroyed a crown-thing and
altered her in under five minutes."
"Payment."
She is quiet almost
a minute as we walk back toward the car we're borrowing. "Payment
for what?"
"My sister
wanted me to make a prom king fall in love with her; I said no. I was
two years a magician then and far from the pull of such things. She
took a shotgun and fired it at me." I laugh, soft. "I
didn't get the hint even then about how important it was to her. This
pays that back, at least a little bit."
"A little
bit."
I look over, but
Charlie's face gives nothing away. I look away before I see too
deeply.
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