He motioned to me by tilting his head. “Does he have it?” he asked Carolyn. He had a scratchy, hoarse voice.
Carolyn nodded. “Yes. He has it.” I could see that she was breathing hard. Short, shallow breaths.
Was she excited? Nervous?
A smile crossed the man’s face. His blue eyes appeared to twinkle.
“Hi,” I said awkwardly. I felt really confused. What did that question mean? What did I have?
“Where is my aunt Benna?” I asked.
Before he could answer, a girl appeared from the back room. She had straight blond hair and the same pale blue eyes. She was dressed in a white T-shirt and white tennis shorts. She appeared to be about my age.
“This is my daughter Kareen,” the man said in his hoarse voice, more like a whisper. “I am Dr. Richard Hawlings.” He turned to Kareen. “This is Benna’s nephew. Mark.”
“Tell me something I don’t know,” Kareen replied sharply, rolling her eyes. She turned to me. “Hey, Mark.”
“Hi,” I replied. Still confused.
Kareen flipped her blond hair back over the shoulders of her T-shirt. “What grade are you in?”
“Sixth,” I told her.
“Me, too. Except I’m not in school this term. I’m in this dump.” She frowned at her father.
“Where is my aunt?” I asked Dr. Hawlings. “Is she working or something? I thought she’d be here. You know. When I arrived.”
Dr. Hawlings stared at me with those strange blue eyes. It took him a long time to reply. Finally, he said, “Benna isn’t here.”
“Excuse me?” I wasn’t sure I’d heard him correctly. It was hard to understand his raspy voice. “Is she… uh… working?”
“We don’t know,” he replied.
Kareen played with a strand of her hair. She twisted it around her finger, staring at me.
Carolyn stepped behind the lab table and leaned her elbows on it. She rested her head in her hands. “Your aunt Benna is missing,” she said.
Her words made my head spin.
They were so unexpected. And she said them so flatly. Without any feeling at all.
“She’s… missing!”
“She’s been missing for a few weeks,” Kareen said, glancing at her father. “The three of us—we’ve been trying really hard to find her.”
“I-I don’t understand,” I stammered. I shoved my hands into my jeans pockets.
“Your aunt is lost in the jungle,” Dr. Hawlings explained.
“But—Carolyn said—” I started.
Dr. Hawlings raised a hand to silence me. “Your aunt is lost in the jungle, Mark.”
“But-but why didn’t you tell my mom?” I asked, confused.
“We didn’t want to worry her,” Dr. Hawlings replied. “Benna’s your mom’s sister, after all. So Carolyn brought you here because you can help us find her.”
“Huh?” My mouth dropped open in shock. “Me? How can I help?”
Dr. Hawlings stepped across the small room toward me. His eyes locked on mine. “You can help us, Mark,” he said in his hoarse whisper. “You can help us find Benna—because you have Jungle Magic.”
9
“I have what?”
I stared at Dr. Hawlings. I didn’t know what he was talking about.
Was Jungle Magic some kind of computer game? Was it like Jungle King?
Why did he think I had it?
“You have Jungle Magic,” he repeated, staring back at me with those amazing blue eyes. “Let me explain.”
“Daddy, give Mark a break,” Kareen interrupted. “He’s been flying for a hundred hours. He must be wrecked!”
I shrugged. “Yeah. I’m a little tired.”
“Come sit down,” Carolyn said. She led me over to a tall stool beside the lab table. Then she turned to Kareen. “Do we have any Cokes left?”
Kareen pulled open a small refrigerator against the back wall. “A few,” she replied, bending down to get to the bottom shelf. “Ernesto is supposed to bring another carton on his next flight.”
Kareen brought me a can of Coke. I popped it open and tilted the can to my mouth. The cold liquid felt so good on my hot, dry throat.
Kareen leaned against the table, close to me. “Have you ever been to a jungle before?”
I swallowed more Coke. “No. Not really. But I’ve seen a lot of jungle movies.”
Kareen laughed. “It’s not like in the movies. I mean, there aren’t herds of gazelles and elephants gathering at the water hole. At least, not on Baladora.”
“What animals are on the island?” I asked.
“Mosquitoes, mostly,” Kareen answered.
“There are some beautiful red birds,” Carolyn said. “Called scarlet ibises. You won’t believe their color. Kind of like flamingos, only much brighter.”
Dr. Hawlings had been studying me the whole while. He walked over to the table and dropped down onto a stool across from me.
I held the cold soda can against my hot forehead. Then I lowered it to the table. “Tell me about my aunt Benna,” I said to him.
“Not much to tell,” Dr. Hawlings replied, frowning. “She was studying a new kind of tree snail. Somewhere on this end of the jungle. But one night she didn’t return.”
“We’re very worried about her,” Carolyn said, twisting a strand of hair. She bit her lower lip. “Very worried. We searched and searched. Then we decided you could help us.”
“But how can I help?” I demanded. “I told you—I’ve never been to a jungle.”
“But you have Jungle Magic,” Carolyn replied. “Benna gave it to you. The last time she visited you. We read about it. It’s in Benna’s notebooks over there.”
Carolyn pointed to a stack of black notebooks on the bookshelf against the wall. I gazed at them, thinking hard. I still didn’t understand.
“Aunt Benna gave me some kind of magic?” I asked.
Dr. Hawlings nodded. “Yes, she did. She was afraid the secret might fall into the wrong hands. So she gave it to you.”
“Don’t you remember?” Carolyn asked.
“I was so little,” I told them. “I was only four. I don’t remember. I don’t think she gave me anything.”
“But she did,” Carolyn insisted. “We know you have Jungle Magic. We know that you—”
“How?” I interrupted. “How do you know I have it?”
“Because you saw the shrunken head glow,” Carolyn replied. “The head will only glow for people who have the magic. We read that in Benna’s notebooks.”
I swallowed hard. My throat suddenly felt dry again. My heart began to race.
“You’re telling me I have some special kind of magic powers?” I asked in a tiny voice. “But I don’t feel strange or anything. I’ve never done anything magic!”
“You have the magic,” Dr. Hawlings said softly. “The magic is hundreds of years old. It belonged to the Oloyan people. They used to live on this island.”
“They were headshrinkers,” Carolyn added. “Hundreds of years ago. That head I brought you—it was Oloyan. We have uncovered many others.”
“But your aunt uncovered the secret of their ancient magic,” Dr. Hawlings said. “And she gave it to you.”
“You’ve got to help us find her!” Kareen declared. “You’ve got to use the magic. We’ve got to find poor Benna—before it’s too late.”
“I-I’ll try,” I told them.
But secretly, I thought: They’ve made a big mistake.
Maybe they mixed me up with someone else.
I don’t have any Jungle Magic. None at all.
What am I going to do?
10
I spent the day exploring the edge of the jungle with Kareen. We uncovered some amazing yellow spiders that were nearly as big as my fist. And Kareen showed me a plant that can snap its leaves closed around an insect and keep it trapped for days until the plant has digested it all.
Pretty cool.
We climbed low, smooth-barked trees. We sat in the tre
e limbs and talked.
Kareen is okay, I think. She’s very serious. She doesn’t laugh a whole lot. And she doesn’t like the jungle at all.
Kareen’s mom died when she was a little kid. She wants to go back to New Jersey and live with her grandmother. But her father won’t let her.
As I talked with her, I kept thinking about Jungle Magic. And I kept thinking about how—whatever it was—I didn’t have it.
Sure, I always liked jungle movies. And jungle books and jungle games. I always thought jungles were really awesome. But that doesn’t mean I have any special powers or anything.
And now Aunt Benna was missing. And her friends on Baladora were so desperate to find her, they had brought me here.
But what could I do?
What?
As I lay in bed that night, the questions didn’t go away.
I stared up at the low ceiling of the small wooden shack, wide awake. There were six or seven flat-roofed shacks in a row, behind the main building. We each had our own little shack to sleep in.
My little cabin had a narrow bed with a flat, lumpy mattress. A low bedside table where I placed my shrunken head. A small dresser with all the drawers stuck except the bottom one. A narrow closet, just big enough for the clothes I’d brought. And a tiny bathroom in the back.
Through the netting over the open window, I could hear the chirp of insects. And in the distance, I heard a caww caww cawww. Some sort of animal cry.
How can I help find Aunt Benna? I wondered as I stared up at the dark ceiling and listened to the strange sounds.
What can I do?
I tried to remember her. I tried to remember her visit to my house when I was four.
I pictured a short, dark-haired woman. Chubby like me. A round pink face. Intense dark eyes.
I remembered that she talked very fast. She had sort of a chirpy voice, and she always seemed excited. Very enthusiastic.
And I remembered…
Nothing else.
That’s all I could remember about my aunt.
Did she give me Jungle Magic? No. I didn’t remember anything about that.
I mean, how do you give someone magic?
I kept thinking about it and thinking about it. I struggled to remember more about her visit.
But I couldn’t.
I knew that Carolyn and Dr. Hawlings had made a terrible mistake. I’ll tell them in the morning, I decided. I’ll tell them they got the wrong kid.
A terrible mistake… terrible mistake. The words repeated in my mind.
I sat up. No way I could get to sleep. My brain wouldn’t let me. I was wide awake.
I decided to take a walk around the headquarters building. Maybe explore back where the trees grew thick and the jungle started.
I crept to the screen door and peered out. My little cabin stood at the end of the row. I could see the other cabins from my door. All dark. Kareen, Carolyn, and Dr. Hawlings had gone to sleep.
Cawwww cawwwww. The strange cry repeated in the distance. A soft wind made the tall grass bend and shift. Tree leaves rustled, making a whispering sound.
I was wearing a long, baggy T-shirt pulled down over boxers. No need to get dressed, I decided. No one else is awake. Besides, I’ll just take a very short walk.
I slipped into my sandals. Pushed open the screen door. And stepped outside.
Cawwww cawwwww. The cry sounded a little closer.
The night air felt hot and wet, nearly as hot as during the day. A heavy dew had fallen, and my sandals slid over the damp, tall grass. The wet grass tickled my feet through the sandals.
I made my way past the silent, dark shacks. To my right, the trees bent and swayed. Black shadows against a purple sky. No moon. No stars tonight.
Maybe taking a walk is a bad idea, I told myself. Maybe it’s too dark.
I need a flashlight, I realized. I remembered Carolyn’s warning earlier when she showed me where I would sleep. “Never go out at night without a flashlight. At night,” she had warned me, “we are not in charge here. At night, this is the creatures’ world.”
The back of the headquarters building loomed ahead of me. I decided to turn around.
But before I could turn, I realized I wasn’t alone.
In the darkness, I caught a pair of eyes, staring back at me.
I gasped. A chill ran down my back.
Staring hard through the purple night, I saw another pair of eyes.
And then another and another.
Dark eyes, staring at me without moving, without blinking.
Dark eyes, on top of each other.
I froze. I couldn’t move.
I knew that I was trapped. There were too many of them. Too many.
11
My legs trembled. Chill after chill rolled down the back of my neck.
And as I stared at the eyes, the dark eyes in pairs, eyes on top of eyes—as I stared at them, they began to glow.
Brighter. Brighter.
And in the golden light, I saw that these were not creature eyes.
These were not animal eyes.
These were human eyes.
I stared at the glowing eyes of a hundred shrunken heads!
A pile of shrunken heads. All heaped together. Eyes on top of eyes. Heads like tight fists, mouths curled into snarls, or open in toothless horror.
Heads on heads. Dark and wrinkled and leathery.
So terrifying in the cold golden glow from their eyes.
I uttered a choked cry—and took off.
My legs felt rubbery and weak. My heart pounded in my chest. I ran around the headquarters building, the yellow glow fading slowly from my eyes. I ran as fast as I could. To the front of the dark building. To the screen door.
Gasping for breath, I pulled open the door. And leaped inside.
I pressed my back against the wall and waited. Waited for the eerie glow to fade completely. Waited for my heart to stop racing, for my breathing to slow.
After a minute or two, I began to feel a little calmer.
Those heads, I wondered. Why are they piled back there like that?
I shook my head hard, trying to shake away the ugly picture of them. They were all people once, I realized. Hundreds of years ago, they were people.
And now…
I swallowed hard. My throat felt tight and dry.
I started across the room to the refrigerator. I need something cold to drink, I told myself. I bumped the edge of the lab table.
My hands shot out, and I knocked something over. I grabbed it before it rolled off the table.
A flashlight.
“Hey—!” I cried out happily.
I’m going to listen to Carolyn’s advice from now on, I promised myself. I’m never going out again without a flashlight.
I pushed the button, and a white beam of light swept over the floor. As I raised the flashlight, the light settled on the bookshelf against the wall.
Aunt Benna’s black notebooks flashed into view. A tall stack of them nearly filled the shelf.
I moved quickly to the bookshelf. With my free hand, I pulled down the top notebook. It was heavier than I thought, and I almost dropped it.
Cradling it in my arms, I carried it over to the lab table. I climbed onto the tall stool and opened it up.
Maybe I can find some answers in here, I thought.
Maybe I can find the part where Aunt Benna talks about giving me Jungle Magic. Maybe I can find out why Dr. Hawlings and Carolyn think I have it.
I leaned over the notebook and aimed the light onto the pages. Then I began flipping through, page after page, squinting in the light.
Luckily, my aunt has big, bold handwriting. Very clean and easy to read.
The pages seemed to be organized by year. I kept flipping pages, scanning each page quickly—until I came to the year of her visit.
My eyes rolled down over a long section about lizards. Some kind of tree lizards that Aunt Benna was studying.
Then she described a cave she h
ad found, cut into the rocky shore at the other side of the island. The cave, she wrote, had been lived in by the Oloyans, maybe two hundred years ago.
I skimmed over long lists of things Aunt Benna had found in the cave. Her handwriting got very jagged, very crooked here. I guess she was really excited by her discovery.
I turned several more pages. And started a section marked “Summer”.
As I read the words, my mouth dropped open. My eyes nearly bulged out of my head.
The words started to blur. I lowered the flashlight to the page so that I could see better. I blinked several times.
I didn’t want to believe what I was reading.
I didn’t want to believe what Aunt Benna had written.
But the words were there.
And they were terrifying.
12
The flashlight shook in my hand. I steadied it between both hands. Then I leaned forward and read Aunt Benna’s words, moving my lips silently as I read.
“Dr. Hawlings and his sister Carolyn will stop at nothing to destroy the jungle and all the creatures who live here,” my aunt wrote in her bold, clear handwriting. “They do not care who they hurt or who they kill. They care only about getting what they want.”
I swallowed hard. Steadied the circle of light over the notebook page. And kept reading.
“Finding the secret of Jungle Magic in that cave was my most amazing discovery,” Aunt Benna wrote. “But I know the secret is not safe as long as Dr. Hawlings and Carolyn are around. They will use the Jungle Magic to do evil. And so I have given the Jungle Magic and its secret to my nephew Mark. He lives four thousand miles away in the United States. And so I hope the secret will be safe.
“If the Jungle Magic ever falls into Hawlings’ hands,” my aunt continued, “the jungle will be destroyed. The island of Baladora will be destroyed. And so will I.”
I gasped and turned the page. I struggled to keep the flashlight steady so that I could read more.
“If Hawlings gets the Jungle Magic,” Aunt Benna wrote, “he will shrink my head until there is no trace of me. I must keep my nephew four thousand miles away from Hawlings. Because he will shrink Mark’s head, too, to get at the magic I have hidden there.”