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【SG】魔法幸存章首故事,P10
« 于: 2019-07-13, 周六 10:38:29 »

不。阿雅娜(Ayana)的“竞选总统布莱克海文”海报的一角蜷缩在蓝色火焰下,旁边是一张粉色的四柱床。一股微弱的塑料气味飘向了她。

“这不是真的。”她哽咽着,低声说道。如果非凭空想象,她便可以控制住它。她可以随意将它呼唤——但是她不能,不是吗?

安雅(Anya,即Ayana)从床上夺过她的玛丽亚·墨丘利人偶。她把注意力集中在人偶的银发上。随着拉链拉上般的声音,人偶的头发被牵引在了一起。随着一股烟味,它的头发开始泛出余辉般的火光。随后化为灰烬。

不。这不应该发生。难道她没有足够的麻烦要处理?胖胖的,金发碧眼的阿雅娜有太多不利于她社会地位的因素。她的脸上有痤疮疤痕。男孩们叫她为“兽人”,而兽人们则和他们一起嘲笑她。

她用增强现实(AR)调出播放列表,旋转音乐旋钮,直到她最喜欢的“小鬼当家”的曲子突然响起。墙上的音箱发出刺耳的音乐,孩子们不去谈恋爱,因为和毒品比起来爱情什么也不是。她真希望自己能沉浸在音乐中,离开这里,就是现在去别的地方。这里不安全。

靠在远处墙边书桌上的通讯链闪闪发光,嗡嗡作响,她妈妈叫她下去吃晚饭了。

最后一顿饭吗?想到这里,她的脸上露出了潸然泪下的笑容。是的,魔法生效了。她会下楼和她呆头呆脑的弟弟一起吃饭。运气好的话,她的能力可能会再次发作,把她的弟弟烧死。那不是就是巫师吗?

不。他们将在秋季再次进行测试。也许到那时她能找到一个方法来通过考试。她可以逃跑。博比·潘恩(Bobby Paine)在五年级考试结束后就逃离了他的父母。每个人都认为这是因为他失败了,但他说不是。没有人相信他。也没有人会相信她。

她站起身时,粉红色的床发出吱吱的响声。

她父亲仍习惯使用直刃锋利的剃须刀。他把它放在浴室的一个旧锡托盘上。她现在要去那里,小心避开可能会暴露她旧木地板。阿雅娜不知道她的父亲会因为她这样做而生她的气还是为她感到骄傲,但有一件事是肯定的——她会这么做的。她所受诅咒的耻辱比任何流血牺牲都要严重得多。

她首先从眼角的余光里看到了它,那火焰就像她被诅咒而制造的一样。它开始像支烛光闪烁,然后逐渐膨胀,最后变得像葡萄柚一样圆而饱满。阿雅娜想跑或尖叫,但她太害怕了,什么也做不了。那东西离她几英寸远的地方盘旋着。它没有眼睛,也没有嘴,只有烛光在闪烁着它的轮廓。突然一个声音从里面传出,像一个年轻姑娘的声音。它说,“停下。”

阿雅娜咽了一口口水,退后一步,半倒在床上。

“停下,女孩。现在还不是你该走的时候。”

“什,你是什么?”

“总有一天你会明白。如果你能放过你自己。”

“我的家人……”

“永远不会明白你是什么,也不会明白你注定要成为什么。”

泪水夺眶而出,从她满是麻点的脸上流下来。她抽泣着说不出话来。

“继续伪装自己。我也会继续保护你,当时机成熟时,我会来找你。明白吗?”

阿雅娜抬头看着烛光,点了点头。烛光球闪烁了两下,不见了。


剧透 -   :
No. The corner of Ayana’s “Brackhaven For President” poster curled beneath blue flames beside her pink fourpost bed. A thin scent of plastic drifted towards her.
“This isn’t real,” she said in a choked whisper. If it were real, she could control it. She could call it forth at will. But she couldn’t could she?
Anya snatched her Maria Mercurial doll off her bed. She concentrated on the silver hair. With a sound like a zipper closing, the doll’s hair drew together. There was a hint of smoke and the hair began to glow ember red. Then it was ash.
No. This wasn’t supposed to be happening. Didn’t she have enough to deal with? Fat and blonde, Ayana had too much working against her social status. Acne scars pitted her face. The boys called her Ork, and the orks laughed alongside them.
She called up her playlist in AR and spun the music dial until her favorite Latch-Key Kids song flared up. Music blared from tinny wall speakers, Kids don’t bother to love, because love has nothing on drugs. She wished she could dive into the music, go away, be anywhere else but here right now. Here was not safe.
A commlink sparkled and buzzed on the desk against the far wall, her mom calling her down for dinner.
One last meal? The thought brought a teary-eyed smile to her face. Yeah, that worked. She’d go downstairs and eat with her drekhead of a little brother. With any luck her ability could go off again and set her brother on fire. Wouldn’t that be wiz?
No. They would test again in the fall. Maybe by then she could find a way to beat the test. She could run away. Bobby Paine ran away from his parents back in the fifth grade, after the test. Everyone thought it was because he failed, but he said it wasn’t. Nobody believed him. Nobody would believe her either.
The pink bed squeaked as she stood.
Her father still used a straight-edge razor. He kept it in the bathroom on an old tin tray. She went there now, careful to avoid the planks of the old wood floor that could give her away. Ayana didn’t know if her father would be angry with her or proud for doing this, but one thing was certain—she would do it. The dishonor of her curse was worse than anything spilt blood could produce.
She saw it first out of the corner of her eye, a flame like the ones she was cursed to make. It started as a candle’s flicker and grew until it was as round and full as a grapefruit. Ayana wanted to run or scream, but she was too afraid to do anything. The thing hovered inches away from her. It had no eyes or mouth, only the candlelight flicker of its form. All at once a voice came out of it, like that of a young girl. It said, “Stop.”
Ayana gulped hard and stepped back, half falling unto the bed.
“Stop, girl. It isn’t your turn to go yet.”
“Wha-what are you?”
“You’ll learn one day. If you let yourself.”
“My family—”
“Will never understand what you are or what you are meant to become.”
The tears came now, cutting dirty rivulets down her pocked face. She sobbed and could not talk.
“Continue to pretend. I will continue to protect you, and when the time is right I will come for you. Do you understand?”
Ayana looked up at the light and nodded. The candlelight orb flickered twice and it was gone.



屋外,一辆黑色的现代申光轿车车顶被冬雨打湿。桑德曼(Sandman)的手在空中移动,操纵着在方向盘上方跳舞的蚂蚁大小的AROs。他叹了口气,伸了个懒腰,脖子从左到右扭转着。他旁边的皮座椅上具象出一个形体。它保持着球的形状,像蜡烛一样闪烁着。

桑德曼说道,“搞定了吗?”

精魂微微闪烁,“那女孩信了。”

“很好。”他轻拍一只ARO,它向上旋转着,从红色转向另一只停在车顶下盘旋的绿色ARO。其余则仍然是红色。桑德曼打了个哈欠,但很快就抖擞了一下精神。名单上还有两站,在那之后他才能睡个好觉。


剧透 -   :
Outside, winter rain pattered off the roof of a black Hyundai Shin-Hyung. Sandman moved his hands through the air, working the ant-sized AROs that danced above his steering wheel. He sighed and stretched, rolling his neck from left to right. A form materialized in the leather seat beside him. It held the shape of a ball and flickered like a candle.
Sandman said, “Is it done?”
The spirit shimmered slightly, “The girl believes.”
“Good.” He tapped on an ARO and it spun upward, shifting from red to join a second green ARO hovering just below the roof of the car. The rest remained red. Sandman yawned, but shook it off quickly. Two more stops on the list before he could finally sleep.