“I don’t need to,” Quinn said. “This is just a dream.”
“No, it’s a nightmare, but I grant you your point,” the man said and he continued staring at Quinn. His eyes bore right through him. “I’m not here to help with that.”
“Then what’s your deal?”
“Well, you will have to learn to deal with your cennad on your own,” the man said, and Quinn had no clue what he was talking about. “I can’t help you there, even if I wanted to. We all have to face our fears by ourselves.”
“What do you mean? Who are you?”
The man waved his hand as if it was unimportant.
“Not the point and it doesn’t matter, at least not yet,” the man said. “I’ve come to offer help.”
“Somehow I know I don’t want help from you,” Quinn said.
“Only because you aren’t thinking clearly,” the man said. “Let me tell you how it’s going to go. If you leave now, you will wake up as you always do and remember nothing but the usual nightmare. And when Lord Halloween comes after you and Katrina, he will kill you.”
“Are you Lord Halloween?” Quinn asked.
The man laughed at that, a full-throated belly laugh.
“No,” he said. “I’m something much worse.”
“Then why are you helping me?”
“Let’s just say I’ve been in your shoes before,” he said. “And I’d like to move this little game forward. As it is, I’m a little worried my two favorite players are going to be taken off the field before we can really get moving. Lord Halloween knows all about dear Trina, Quinn, and he knows you love her.”
“Wait a second, I mean…” Quinn started. “I just met her.”
The man shrugged.
“I know what I know,” the man said. “And what if I told you she feels the same way? What if I told you she is right now having a dream about you-and it’s not this kind of dream. She’ll wake up blushing, I promise you that.”
“How do you know this?”
“I know a lot of things, Quinn,” the man said, and he began walking around him slowly in a circle. Quinn had no choice but to follow, slowly turning around him.
“Here’s the deal,” he said. “You won’t remember much, but keep this in mind. Don’t leave Trina alone, even while she sleeps. She doesn’t think she trusts you, she will try to keep you away, but she is in grave danger. She isn’t the only one, though. Lord Halloween will come for you first.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s his way. He has already been tracking you two and you have no clue who he is.”
“Tell me, if you know,” Quinn said.
“Oh, I know,” the man said. “But as with our nightmares, there are some things you have to face yourself. I can’t give the whole game away. I will give you a hint, if you accept my deal.”
Quinn hesitated.
“What’s the deal?” he asked.
Suddenly Quinn found he was free to move again.
“That’s better,” the man said. “A little bit more civilized, I think. Now you are ready to hear. Your only chance to beat Lord Halloween is by embracing what you are. You don’t understand what I’m saying and that’s okay. When the time comes, you will know. You are far more dangerous than your opponent. He is, at his core, just a man.”
The man walked behind him now. Quinn looked up at the moon above and noticed its light wasn’t white anymore. It had turned slightly red. A dark maroon moon hung over the sky.
“It’s never been like this before,” Quinn said.
“No,” the man said. “And this is just the beginning. Lord Halloween is a man, but you are something else. Are you scared now?”
And Quinn knew he should be. He could still hear a horse out in the woods somewhere, waiting for him. But suddenly the horse didn’t seem to be his enemy. It was calling to him. He could imagine being on the horse, riding through the black darkness, a blood moon guiding his way.
“That’s it,” the man said. “You can be so much more, Quinn. You can be the thing others are afraid of. You can be the nightmare that lurks in the shadows.”
And Quinn felt power surge through him. Suddenly, he could sense everything around him. He could count the pine needles on the ground, hear the wind whistling through the branches, the worms in the earth. This was his time. The horse was coming for him, but not to harm him. To pick him up. To set him free. This was what he was born for.
“What do I have to do?” Quinn asked.
“It is your only chance to save Katrina, Quinn,” the man said. “Embrace what you are, or I promise he will gut, torture and kill you both.”
“What do I have to do?” Quinn repeated.
“Follow your instincts,” the man said. “If you get another chance to kiss Katrina, take it. Don’t hesitate. Face your fears. If you succeed, you will be offered a gift. Take it. It’s not free, you will find that out in time, but it is yours to take. Use it.”
“How?”
“You’ll know when the time comes,” the man said.
“What’s in it for you?” Quinn asked.
The man smiled. It was a cruel smile, the smile of someone who has lived for centuries and watched countless innocents fall into darkness.
“Everything,” he said, and that was the only explanation Quinn was going to get.
He shivered.
“I don’t know,” Quinn said. The urge to say yes had been overpowering, but he faltered. Whatever he was being offered wasn’t free-the man had said so himself-and Quinn wondered if the price was too high. What he had experienced didn’t feel like something good. It felt like a weapon, one that would corrupt him.
The man took a step forward.
“You don’t have to make a decision yet, Quinn,” he said. “All I wanted was for you to consider the deal. And understand this: there is no other way to save her than to take what will be offered to you. If you don’t want her to die like her mother, this is the only way.”
Quinn knew he was being manipulated. How many sources did he work with that tried to push you in a certain direction? This pitch was as subtle as a brick to the head.
“What’s your hint? How do I find him first?” Quinn asked.
The man looked at Quinn a long time and he looked satisfied.
“Not every victim of Lord Halloween is among the dead, Quinn,” he said finally. “Your girlfriend is one, but there are others. Look for the one that he trusted.”
The man turned to walk away.
“Wait,” Quinn said. “That’s not enough.”
Without turning back, the man headed into the forest. Before he disappeared, he said one more thing. “Look for the one like you.”
Then he was gone, leaving Quinn standing in the forest. He looked at the moon. Had he thought it was red? It was now just a pale orb hanging in the sky. Quinn shook his head. Had he been talking to someone? Where was he?
He heard a sound in the darkness, a horse neighing. Then he remembered. The horseman. He had to run, he had to get out of here. But he paused on his way out of the clearing.
He couldn’t shake the feeling that something different had happened, something new.
It didn’t matter. The road was ahead. He had to make his way back. He had to reach the bridge, or die trying.
He moved closer to a patch of moonlight and saw that it looked like a way out of the forest-a break in the trees and then a hill beyond. He moved silently towards the clearing. He paused and looked around him. Nothing
