Everwild by Neal Shusterman Read Free Book Online

bricks. So Nick pulled Johnnie-O aside and whispered to him. “Actually, I’m more worried about Charlie panicking. It might be a good idea to keep an eye on him.”
    The grin left Johnnie-O’s face, and he nodded, accepting this new security detail. “On second thought,” he said loudly, “maybe I’ll stay here and keep my buddy Charlie company.”
    Charlie seemed relieved to know he wasn’t being left alone.
    Nick opened the door and stepped down from the engine. Around him the Afterlights of Atlanta backed away, cautious and guarded. He didn’t know whether they had heard of the so-called Chocolate Ogre, but even if they hadn’t, seeing a face such as his gave him a psychological advantage. A kind of authority of the uncanny.
    â€œWho’s in charge here?” Nick asked them.
    No one answered right away.
    â€œC’mon—a group this big has to have someone in charge.”
    There were murmurs in the crowd, and then someone spoke, Nick couldn’t be sure who it was. “You mean in charge of
us
, or all Atlanta?”
    Interesting,
thought Nick. That meant that there was some sort of structure here. Maybe even a government.
    â€œWhen I say in charge, I mean in charge,” he answered.
    The crowd murmured again, and once the murmurs had died down, Nick said, “I’ll be waiting.” Then he strode back to the train, and prepared for a meeting with the eminent ruler of Atlanta.
    They kept Nick waiting in the parlor car for more than an hour. It could have been intentional, or it simply could have taken that long to retrieve the kid in charge. Nick gave them the benefit of the doubt. The kid who finally climbed into the parlor car was a tall and gangly African-American Afterlight, about sixteen or so. The torn, shabby clothes he wore made Nick wonder if perhaps he had been a slave when he was alive, and yet there was a confidence to his stride that bristled with powerful independence. Whatever this boy had been forced to endure in life, he had certainly risen above it here.
    He looked Nick over and said, “What’s wrong with your face?”
    Apparently stories of the Chocolate Ogre had not reached Atlanta after all. He didn’t know whether to be grateful or annoyed. Either way, he didn’t feel like answeringthe question. “Please sit down,” he said. “Let’s talk.”
    The Afterlight introduced himself as Isaiah. He didn’t offer to shake Nick’s hand.
    â€œTell me about Atlanta,” Nick said. “How many of you are there?”
    Apparently Nick wasn’t the only one reluctant to give answers. Isaiah crossed his arms. “First tell me about your train,” he said. “I’ve never seen an Everlost train before.”
    â€œMy train is my business.”
    â€œWell, maybe it won’t be your train anymore.”
    Nick wasn’t sure whether this was an actual threat, or just a show of force. He decided to match Isaiah’s confidence measure for measure.
    â€œYou won’t take my train.”
    â€œHow can you be sure?”
    â€œBecause,” said Nick, “if you meant to steal it from me, you would have done it already. Besides, you don’t strike me as the type. I think you’re honorable. I think that’s how you got to be in charge here. You probably overthrew some bully, and had everyone’s support, because the kids here trusted you.”
    Isaiah smiled. “I took down a whole lot of bullies, actually.” He didn’t let the smile linger for long. “Honorable or not, you’re trespassing.”
    â€œIt’s not trespassing if we stop the train, and ask for permission to pass.” Isaiah was not impressed, so Nick added. “Besides, I have something you need.”
    â€œAnd what might that be?”
    â€œNews of the world,” Nick told him. “News from the north.”
    â€œI didn’t think there
was
a north in