Kingdom Keepers IV(91)
Her pen stopped. The woman sat up from the bunk and stood and crossed the far corner of the jail cell standing in the corner.
Jess tried to quickly sketch the woman in four postures—sitting, standing, crossing the room, standing in the far corner.
A woman in robes.
Maleficent. Smirking, but quickly losing it so that her emotions were unreadable.
The smirk lingered in Jess’s mind. She tried to sketch it. Couldn’t get it right.
Something else…something bothering her. Something about the way Maleficent had crossed the cell. What was it?
“Look at that!” It was Jeannie again.
It broke the moment. The images on the diary page were static again. Fixed. Unmoving. Jess worked to finish what little she could envision. She would have to get it to Philby by e-mail—and e-mail was a risk in Mrs. Nash’s house, like everything else that could possibly be fun.
Jeannie rushed to Amanda’s side. “LOOK AT THAT! What’s it mean?”
Jess collected herself and looked up.
Amanda’s arms were still by her side but her hands had moved, palms toward the foot of the bed. They were jerking ever so slightly like a crossing guard signaling a stop on the corner.
“She hasn’t done anything like this. Right? This is like totally new. Right? So what’s it mean?” Jeannie asked.
Jess shook her head.
“I have no idea,” she said. But in fact, she had a pretty good idea. She’d seen Amanda do that before. She’d even worked with Amanda so she could learn how to control it.
* * *
Standing twenty feet down in the mine, palms outstretched, Amanda scooped the air as if cupping water, and then threw her arms forward and pushed the water out in front of her as the alligators entered.
They lifted off the ground, their feet paddling the air. She pushed again, and the already levitated alligators sailed out of the mine tunnel.
“Come, boy!” she heard Finn cry out.
Pluto had been caught in the push as well. He’d traveled about ten feet and had fallen, sprawled on all fours.
“Run!” Finn cried.
The mine shaft angled sharply left. The alligators had recovered quickly, now only a few feet behind Pluto, who trailed Amanda.
“Go! Go! Go!” Finn shouted.
The tunnel straightened out but the floor tipped left, off level.
Amanda tripped. Finn stopped and turned to help her up.
SNAP! An alligator’s jaw nearly caught his foot.
Amanda spun and pushed.
The alligator lifted and flew like it had been caught by a hurricane. It collided with the others. Three white bellies flashed in the dark, rocketing away from the two kids.
With one final turn, they reached the mouth of the mine shaft and popped outside.
“You go uphill,” Finn said. “Hide up there. I’ll meet you.” He turned and ran. Looking back, seeing her hesitate, he said, “Up!”
Amanda turned around and started climbing up a rocky incline.
Finn, with Pluto briefly by his side, hurried along the path, only a matter of yards from Huck’s Landing. Pluto, seeming to understand their role, held back, waiting for the alligators.
Finn reached Minnie and the raft, already pushing her off as he explained, “Head across to the other side and wait for our signal. We need to trick the alligators!”
Minnie nodded and threw a lever forward. The raft began to pull away.
Finn ducked back up the path past Potter’s Mill, looking down in time to see Pluto flying through the air and just catching the raft with his front paws. Minnie lunged and pulled him on board.
The three alligators didn’t hesitate for a second. With the raft motoring away, they slithered into the dark waters and were gone, lost in swirling flashes of green, scaly tails.
* * *
The boy in the chair of the power plant control room spun around, and Charlene nearly shrieked with what she saw. This was no Disney villain. It was just a boy. A regular teenage boy, if you discounted the shimmering green outline that contained him. By the look of him, based on Philby’s description, she already knew his name: Hugo Montcliff.
The scope and ramifications of what she saw so overwhelmed her that she intentionally avoided thinking about it. On the one hand, this felt like the end of the world; on the other, Maybeck had been captured and there was no time to contemplate what it all meant for the Keepers.
Hugo was in the control room, throwing switches and spinning dials. He barked out an order, sounding like a grown-up.
“Not yet, sonny! Hold off a minute!” With a sweep of her hand, the Evil Queen, outside the control room, transfigured the three blue jays into gorillas. They stood well over five feet tall and were pure muscle and teeth. They obeyed her command—“Bring him to me!”—springing into action and surrounding Maybeck.