Shawn: The Lost Rabbit Foot, The Way Ahead
Bradford sat down in the chair, the cold, hard wood pressing against his skinny frame. He picked up Mr. Clayton and gently slid his hand up into the familiar cavity until it reached Mr. Clayton's mouth.
"Why so glum, chum?" He felt Mr. Clayton's head move, manipulating Bradford's hand, the sound of the words coming from Bradford's mouth, though his lips were still. Bradford looked at his reflection in the mirror, the puppet moving its head and mouth, the still air somehow fresh and liberating.
Time was, Bradford would be upset, worrying about what to do, how to escape the Circus. Now he could see that these ruminating thoughts were wasted. Hours of the day had been spent worrying about Ron and getting back to home, his family and whether or not they were safe at the farm. And through it all, Bradford could feel himself slipping away, as if some dark hand of the Circus was taking him deeper down an unkown, and unfamiliar path. He thought about the additional hours of nightmares, his own mind working out potential resolutions to the many problems, endlessly sorting out avenues and potential paths of action, like a kid obsessed with solving a Rubix Cube that had been twisted and turned too many times, the colors all mixed up.
But now he laughted at those thoughts as he looked at Mr. Clayton in the mirror with the clarity of bright sunny day. Bradford had all of the answers he needed inside of Mr. Clayton. The mouth of the puppet and its wide-open eyes were both the question and the answer, made whole in one form. He made the puppet bounce jauntily on this lap, and it did a little jig. "Wow!" Mr. Clayton said, "It's like we're dancing."
Bradford caught side of his eye. Some would say that having your eye burned out would half your perspective. But for him, when holding Mr. Clayton, he knew the truth. It had given him insight into so many, many things. He thought of Shawn for a moment, thinking of how the boy was ultimately responsible for Bradford's missing eye. On the one hand, he felt that he should kill Shawn. Punish him for what he did. The betrayal that still struck to the core of his soul. The loss of Ron and the rest of the kids. But was that really his feelings? Or Mr. Clayton's?
On the other hand, the Soul Contest had to be won, and Mr. Clayton had told him that Shawn would be a powerful ally to have in the upcoming struggle for power that the Circus was having. Griffix was on his side, and that was no laughting matter. The beast was a powerful Mage in his own right. It was best to keep your enemies closer than your friends, that's what Mr. Clayton said. And Bradford hadn't resolved himself to any course of action against or for Shawn.
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