Becca Fitzpatrick - Crescendo

To Jenn Martin and Rebecca Sutton,

for your friendship superpowers!

Thanks also to T. J. Fritsche,

for suggesting the character name Ecanus.

COLDWATER, MAINE FOURTEEN MONTHS AGO

THE FINGERS OF THE THORN-APPLE TREE CLAWED at the windowpane behind Harrison Grey, and he dog-eared his page, no longer able to read through the racket. A furious spring wind had hurled itself against the farmhouse all night, howling and whistling, causing the shutters to slam against the clapboards with a repetitive bang! bang! bang! The calendar may have been turned to March, but Harrison knew better than to think spring was on its way. With a storm blowing in, he wouldnt be surprised to find the countryside frozen in icy whiteness by morning.

To drown out the winds piercing cry, Harrison punched the remote, turning up Bononcinis Ombra mai fu. Then he set another log on the fire, asking himself, not for the first time, if he would have bought the farmhouse had he known how much fuel it took to warm one little room, let alone all nine.

The phone shrilled.

Harrison picked it up halfway through the second ring, expecting to hear the voice of his daughters best friend, who had the annoying habit of calling at the latest possible hour the night before homework was due.

Shallow, rapid breathing sounded in his ear before a voice broke the static. We need to meet. How soon can you be here?

The voice floated through Harrison, a ghost from his past, leaving him bone cold. It had been a long time since hed heard the voice, and hearing it now could only mean something had gone wrong. Terribly wrong. He realized the phone in his hand was slick with sweat, his posture rigid.

An hour, he answered flatly.

He was slow to replace the handset. He shut his eyes, his mind unwillingly traveling back. There had been a time, fifteen years ago, when he froze at the sound of the phone ringing, the seconds pounding out like drums as he waited for the voice on the other end to speak. Over time, as one peaceful year replaced another, hed eventually convinced himself he was a man whod outrun the secrets of his past. He was a man living a normal life, a man with a beautiful family. A man with nothing to fear.

In the kitchen, standing over the sink, Harrison poured himself a glass of water and tossed it back. It was full dark outside, and his waxen reflection stared back from the window straight ahead. Harrison nodded, as if to tell himself everything would be all right. But his eyes were heavy with lies.

He loosened his tie to relieve the tightness within him that seemed to stretch his skin, and poured a second glass. The water swam uneasily inside him, threatening to come back up. Setting the glass in the basin of the sink, he reached for the car keys on the counter, hesitating once as if to change his mind.

Harrison eased the car to the curb and killed the headlights. Sitting in darkness, breath smoking, he took in the ramshackle brick row houses in a seedy section of Portland. It had been yearsfifteen to be exactsince he had set foot in the neighborhood, and relying on his rusty memory, he wasnt sure he was in the right place. He popped open the glove box and retrieved a time-yellowed scrap of paper. 1565 Monroe. He was about to swing out of the car, but the silence on the streets bothered him. Reaching beneath his seat, he pulled out a loaded Smith & Wesson and tucked it into the waistband of his pants at the small of his back. He hadnt aimed a gun since college, and never outside a shooting range. The only clear thought in his throbbing head was that he hoped he could still say as much an hour from now.

The tap of Harrisons shoes sounded loud on the deserted pavement, but he ignored the rhythm, choosing instead to focus his attention on the shadows cast by the silver moon. Hunkering deeper into his coat, he passed cramped dirt yards boxed in by chain-link fences, the houses beyond them dark and eerily quiet. Twice he felt as if he was being followed, but when he glanced back, there was no one.

At 1565 Monroe, he let himself through the gate and circled around to the back of the house. He knocked once and saw a shadow move behind the lace curtains.

The door cracked.

Its me, Harrison said, keeping his voice low.

The door opened just wide enough to admit him.

Were you followed? he was asked.

No.

Shes in trouble.

Harrisons heart quickened. What kind of trouble?

Once she turns sixteen, hell come for her. You need to take her far away. Someplace where hell never find her.

Harrison shook his head. I dont understand

He was cut off by a menacing glare. When we made this agreement, I told you there would be things you couldnt understand. Sixteen is a cursed age inin my world. Thats all you need to know, he finished brusquely.

The two men watched each other, until at last Harrison gave a wary nod.

You have to cover your tracks, he was told. Wherever you go, you have to start over. No one can know you came from Maine. No one. Hell never stop looking for her. Do you understand?

I understand. But would his wife? Would Nora?

Harrisons vision was adapting to the darkness, and he noted with curious disbelief that the man standing before him appeared not to have aged a day since their last meeting. In fact, he hadnt aged a day since college, when theyd met as roommates and become fast friends. A trick of the shadows? Harrison wondered. There was nothing else to attribute it to. One thing had changed, though. There was a small scar at the base of his friends throat. Harrison took a closer look at the disfigurement and flinched. A burn mark, raised and shiny, hardly larger than a quarter. It was in the shape of a clenched fist. To his shock and horror, Harrison realized his friend had been branded. Like cattle.

His friend sensed the direction of Harrisons gaze, and his eyes turned steely, defensive. There are people who want to destroy me. Who want to demoralize and dehumanize me. Together with a trusted friend, Ive formed a society. More members are being initiated all the time. He stopped mid-breath, as if unsure how much more he should say, then finished hastily, We organized the society to give us protection, and Ive sworn allegiance to it. If you know me as well as you once did, you know Ill do whatever it takes to protect my interests. He paused and added almost absently, And my future.

They branded you, Harrison said, hoping his friend didnt detect the repulsion that shuddered through him.

His friend merely looked at him.

After a moment, Harrison nodded, signaling he understood, even if he didnt accept it. The less he knew, the better. His friend had made that clear too many times to count. Is there anything else I can do?

Just keep her safe.

Harrison pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He began awkwardly, I thought you might like to know shes grown up healthy and strong. We named her Nor

I dont want to be reminded of her name, his friend interrupted harshly. Ive done everything in my power to stamp it out from my mind. I dont want to know anything about her. I want my mind washed of any trace of her, so Ive got nothing to give that bastard. He turned his back, and Harrison took the gesture to mean the conversation was over. Harrison stood a moment, so many questions at the tip of his tongue, but at the same time, knowing nothing good would come from pressing. Stifling his need to make sense of this dark world his daughter had done nothing to deserve, he let himself out.

Hed only made it a half block when a gunshot ripped through the night. Instinctively Harrison dropped low and whirled around.