"Levy-NewHorizons" - читать интересную книгу автора (Levy Robert J)

look of ecstasy on his face.

"We can't play, Huge. Don't you get it? There's no one here."

He shook his head no, and pointed to himself and to me.

"Yeah, sure, there's us. But what can we do?"

He thrust the stickball bat into my hand and he shuffled down the street to the
field.

"Yeah, okay," I said. "If you wanna play fungo for awhile that's fine with me."

So we began. And it started typically enough. I knocked grounders and line
drives toward Huge, who now could field with the best of them. Then Huge started
gesturing to the sky behind him.

"You want me to hit fly balls? Sure, okay, if you want."

And I began knocking some tall ones down the street -- real high, so he had a
chance to get under them. Then he started shaking his head, pointing even
farther down the street.

"Hey, Huge, that's your specialty, not mine."

He shook his head furiously in disagreement, so I figured, what the hell, I'd
just try and whack the daylights out of the ball.

As I readied to do so, something entered my mind, like a living force, and I saw
Huge staring at me with a terrifying intensity I had never seen before or since
on the countenance of any living creature. I felt infused with sheer energy, as
though I were an explosion waiting to happen, as though forces were building and
coalescing in me that had to be released. I wasn't sure if I was about to die or
disappear, but I knew one thing. I had to hit that ball as hard as I could.

I looked down the street and saw Huge Smiling as though he was satisfied I was
ready. Then I realized this is what Huge had been leading up to all summer: This
moment, just him and me, was part of whatever weird magic, science or both that
Huge was invested with, which he had now temporarily passed on to me, which was,
somehow, to be transformed in the unlikely game of stickball.

Then Huge was running, running down that street as far and as fast as he could.

I knew what I had to do.

I held that ball high above my head, and it glowed, literally, with an unearthly
blue incandescence. The bat in my hand vibrated with a living power; it felt
like a hundred electric eels all squirming to discharge their voltage into the
night.