Geoff Cooper - Shades

Geoff Cooper:

Thanks to my friends, those that have stuck by me through both the thick and thin. I could have made it without you, but Im glad I didnt have to.

Brian Keene:

Thanks to Cassandra and Sam; Jim Moore; and my readers.

The authors would also like to thank Alan Clark, Richard Chizmar, Mindy Jarusek, Brian and Kate Freeman, and Kelly Laymon.

The following story, set in the Eighties, takes place in the town of Brackards Pointthe fictional setting for most of Geoff Coopers stories. The town is located in Rockland County, New York, on the west bank of the Hudson River, under the shadow of Hook Mountain. Prior knowledge of the Brackards Point mythos is not required for you to enjoy this novella. All are welcome. However, if you are a long-time Coop reader, then youll see some familiar faces, albeit at a different stage in life than when you first met them.

This story also features elements from Brian Keenes Labyrinth mythos. The Labyrinth is a dimensional shortcut between worlds, universes, and realities, and is only accessible to those who know how to open the doors. Again, prior knowledge of the mythos is not required or necessary for you to enjoy this novella. All are welcome. However, long-time Keene readers will spot some familiar pathways.

We hope that you enjoy Shades. Thank you for your patience and support.

To Danny, the choice between sitting in school and making money was no choice at all. He would be twelve in a month. Hed been in the school system long enough to know that you made shit sitting in a stupid classroom. The yuppie kids from Snowdrop could ask their parents for whatever they wantedand get it. They had allowances and trust funds. But kids from The Hill had no such benefactors. Kids like Dannyand his friends, Chuck, Ronnie, Matt, and Jeremyhad to figure out their own way to get stuff. Their parents were no help. Between the rent, groceries, and paying off bill collectors, none of their parents had money for frivolous things like their kids desires. If they did, they would live somewhere else.

Everyone who lived on The Hill dreamed of living somewhere else.

Dannys hope of leaving The Hill died when he was seven. That year, shortly after Labor Day, his dads body was found slumped over the wheel of Mr. Amirattis black Cadillac. Suddenly, Dannys life was shot to shit because some Italian douchebag didnt want to pay respects to some other Italian douchebag and the crazy sons of bitches started blasting each other. And when Amirattis Irish driver got in the way? Well that was too fucking bad.

Story of Dannys life, so far. Too fucking bad

Amiratti lived. Dannys father wasnt so lucky.

After his old mans death, Dannys mom started drinking. The Giordano family, who owned the Happy Bottle Shop liquor store, drove a Lincoln. Their kids had new clothes for school and new video game systems the day they went on sale. They had allowance money. The Giordanos took vacations together, returning after the Christmas break with January suntans. His mom helped pay for all this, while he got shit.

Danny had never been further than twenty miles from home. He always wished to go somewhere else. Leave Brackards Point and goaway. Anywhere was good, as long as it wasnt here. That dirt bike he wanted might get him somewhere. It might not, either, but at least hed have one of the things his father had promised him: a dirt bike, season tickets for the Yankees, fancy restaurant food all the time

Danny didnt mind working for his moneyespecially on nice days. It was better than being broke. He kept the money stashed away in his secret hiding place under the carpet in his closet. He used to keep it between the mattress and the box spring, but moved the cash after his Mom found it. She would have spent it all on booze, so he took the envelope and ran. Later, when she confronted him, he told her that it was a dirty magazine and suffered a grounding he didnt deserve. Not that it mattered. She soon forgot about his punishment anyway. She did that a lotforgot thingsexcept where the money was hidden. His mom had a nose for it. Sometimes, she took money from his jeans, and left little I.O.U.s scrawled on scraps of paper that she had no intention of repaying and forgot about the next day. But Danny never forgot. His rusty, piece of shit Schwinn five-speed served as a constant reminder.

Hed rescued the bike from a junk pile and fixed it up with some help from Matt, Chuck, Ronnie, and Jeremy. Once they got the thing road-worthy, Danny was proud of the bike. He loved the freedom of mobility that it offered. But the glory had long since faded. Now, the bike was just an embarrassment. Ronnie and Jeremy made fun of it. He needed something betterthat YZ-125 dirt bike. If he got it, that would shut them up, once and for all. Shut everyone upeven those rich snobs from Snowdrop. And even if they didnt shut up, even if he was wrong, all he would have to do was gun the engine to drown them out.

That was his dream. That was why hed cut school on this gorgeous spring day, and what had brought him to the water.

The Hudson was brackish this far south; the air smelled of salt and fish and sewage. Blue crabs lived in rocky crannies along the shore. During low tide, Danny sometimes walked out onto the flats between Brackards Point and Haverstraw. Hed snatch the crabs from their normally concealed hiding places on the exposed rocky reefs. Luis and Maria, who ran the Haverstraw Marina Bait Shop, always paid him cash for a five-gallon painters bucket full. They touted them as FRESH BAIT! LOCALLY CAUGHT! As if that made a differenceno one in their right mind would dare eat anything that swam in the Hudson. At least, he hoped not. Sometimes, he worried about making someone sick by selling Luis and Maria the crabs, but most of the time he could put such thoughts aside.

The lure of the dirt bike was stronger than his conscience.

He pedaled on, keeping an eye out for the truant officer, park rangers, cops, his moms friends, or anyone else who might bust him. He also had to keep track of time and maintain a good pace. He needed to hit all the areas while the tide permitted, then pedal up to the marina, get his pay, and return at three-twenty in the afternoon, when he would normally get home from school. It was a lot to keep straight throughout the day, but he managed. Besides, it was a hell of a lot more fun than Social Studies or Math.

Luckily, the shoreline was deserted, except for the seabirds. Gulls cruised on the breeze, screeching at each other. Danny hated the sound of gulls. Last summer he and his friends had fed them Alka-Seltzer to see if their stomachs would really explode. One of the birds dropped out of the sky, landed at his feet, and croaked a white bubbling death rattle onto his sneakers. The others had laughed, while Danny hid his horror and revulsion. He didnt let them see him cry. Danny still felt bad about the gull, but would never admit it to his friends.

Especially Jeremy. He could be mean. Matt and Chuck usually sided with Danny. Ronnie usually went along with Jeremy. And sometimes, Jeremy didnt behave like a friend. Still, he was part of The Hill Crew, and kids from The Hill always stuck togetheras it had always been. Someone had to look out for them. Their parents certainly wouldnt. None of their parents were worth a crap, so they looked out for each other. Jeremy was a good friend to have. He never ratted you out. Never let anyone screw you over. But beneath his surface was a frightful temper, always at a full-boil. When the gull died at Dannys feet, Jeremy laughed until he almost split a gut. The triumph in Jeremys eyes made Danny sick. The way he said, Fuck yeah! Lets do it again! scared him.