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Authors: Ryan C. Thomas,Cody Goodfellow

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A good summer,

he repeated.

Before I could respond, he was snoring.

I went upstairs and plopped down in my parents’ bed.
What is it about
lying in your parents’ bed
that
always
makes
you feel like you’re intruding
?
Perhaps because at som
e
age it’s made clear to us that we ha
ve
our own room, and there
are
no monsters in the closet, and crying
isn’t
going to change anything so just go back to bed. When I was little I’d jump
ed
in bed with them after
having
nightmare
s
. It became an epidemic for a while, and my father didn’t really know how to handle it. In typical male fashion he picked fights with my mom over it. Of course, I had no one to blame but myself since I would continually sneak downstairs and watch whatever monster movie was on the late show. Doesn’t make a whole lot of sense in retrospect, kind of like an acrophobe choosing to live in the penthouse apartment.

I remember one time I overheard my dad arguing with my mom about it in the kitchen. I was sitting on the nearby stairs unbeknownst to them.


I don’t want
him watching that shit anymore.
H
e sleeps with his light on all night,

my dad said.


He thinks there are monsters in his room.


I don’t care. It’s got to stop.


It’s normal for boys to start having bad dreams at his age. Their imagination is running wild.


Bullshit! It’s those movies, and if it doesn’t stop soon I’m taking him to a shrink.

A moment later, my father rounded the corner and found me sitting there, and he knew I’d been listening. It was awkward. That was the first time I realized what shame felt like. It felt like having your insides cut up and your heart squeezed till it didn’t want to beat anymore. My father just gave me this funny look, a look I would later recognize whenever I had a birthday or on Christmas. It was a mixture of love and pity.

Crying, I said,

I’m sorry, Dad. I try not to be afraid, but I get scared.

He didn’t say anything, just looked at his feet for a minute and then went upstairs without a word.

The following night, as I went up to bed, Jamie crying in her room, my dad passed me on the stairs. He put a hand on my shoulder and said,

Hey
,
sport, you going to sleep
?


Yes.


Sit down here for a second, I want to talk to you. You know, you’re getting kind of old now. What are you, eight?


And a half.


Geez, you’re gonna be eye-level with me in no time. But listen, this, um, this whole deal with sleeping with the lights on and coming into our room



I’m sorry, I don’t mean



No, listen


he put his arm around me


I’m not mad. I mean, I think it’s time we formulate a plan. We’ve
got to get rid of these monsters once and for all. Don’t you agree?


How?


Well, did you know that werewolves, and mummies, and even snakemen, they all have weaknesses that can kill them quick as you can say, ‘Back to the grave with ye!’


Yeah, but you need silver bullets and garlic and stuff.


Not if you know all the other ways to kill them, the secret ways. Did you know if you keep a rose petal under your pillow it’ll keep vampires away?


Really?

I
was
stunned that my father had this knowledge.

How do you know?


Oh, I read it somewhere.


Where?


You’ll find out soon enough. But just you remember, us humans are stronger than the monsters, and once a person knows how to defeat them, knows these tricks, they can’t ever hurt us again, even if we’re sleeping. Do you want to learn these secrets?

I nodded.


Think you can handle it? I mean, eight-and-a-half
is old and all, but maybe we should wait until



No, no, I want to know.


Okay, I can tell you’ve got the fight in you. Runs in our family that fight, that will to survive. Comes from my Grandma. I wish she were still around to see you. She’d recognize that fight in you, too.


I’ve got it, Dad, I know it. Teach me the secrets.


Okay, okay, you go on up and get some shut-eye. Everything you need to know is up there waiting for you. I love you.

Somewhat puzzled, I told my dad I loved him and went on up. When I got to my room I found a comic book lying on my bed.
Monster Slayer
, number one.

 

 

CHAPTER 5

 

I woke to the sound of sparring insults, pots clanging, and something sizzling in a pan downstairs in the kitchen. The smell of coffee was like an uppercut to my brain, thick as mud even with the covers over my head. There was some laughter, then an angry harrumph, then what sounded like a plastic cup bouncing on the tiled floor.


Don’t you have a home?

I heard Jamie say.


Yeah, but I ran away because I didn’t want to be king anymore,

came Tooth’s reply.

Too many responsibilities. I beg of you, poor farmer, let me live with you and understand the people.


Roger! Come get your loser friend away from me!

Ah shit, d
id
n’t she ever shut up? Throwing back the covers, I forced myself out of bed and looked out the window, attempting to stretch but not finding the strength. The windowpane was warm already, promising another humid day.

Throwing on a robe, I shuffled down the stairs as if none of the bones inside me were actually connected to anything, and slumped
i
nto one of the chairs at the table. My vertebrae cracked like someone walking on dry twigs. Tooth was eating some eggs with little pieces of something purple in it and I didn’t want to know what it was. Actually, yes, I did.


What the hell is that?

I
poked
at it with my fingers.


Fruit Roll Up. I found it in the pantry.


You’re kidding, right?


Nope, I can’t eat eggs unless they have something in them. It’s like eating a hamburger without any ketchup, which you don’t have any of by the way.


I found him down here rooting through our food like
a shit-covered rat.

Jamie s
cowled
as she sat down with her bacon and eggs.

There’s fucking Fruit Roll Up goo all over the pan and I am not cleaning it.


I take back what I said about you developing.

Tooth sneered with purple teeth.

You’re still as annoying as ever.

Jamie flung a piece of egg at him.

Shut up, scavenger.

I left them to bicker and trade more insults, which was plainly enjoyable for both of them. Scraping some purple goo out of the pan, I cracked a couple eggs open and poured myself a glass of milk while they cooked. There was a small basket on the counter near the refrigerator, filled with little bits of this and that, the kind of stuff that should go in the junk drawer but somehow managed to make a deal with the
warden for better accommodations. I rummaged around in it while the eggs sizzled in the purple bacon grease, which spat and popped onto the burners. A key from some unknown lock, a pin from St. Patrick’s Day, a couple nails, some paperclips, rubber bands, a Formula 409 magnet that had come with a free sample in the mail. I decided on a pair of dice my folks had bought on their trip to Vegas last year. They were red with white dots and said
Snake Eyes Casino
on them over the ones.

They had gone on that vacation alone, the first time without Jamie and me. Jamie had relished it because she was in that stage where parents are worse than
homework. But me, I sort of missed the family vacations we’d had. The fighting, Dad’s manic need to make good time, Jamie and me dividing the backseat with an imaginary line. Instead, I’d had to
stay home and
watch Jamie, who’d spent the week at her friend’s house, no doubt fawning over magazines with some Hollywood pretty boys on them.

I tossed the dice up against where the counter met the wall and wagered on how long I could stand these two squabbling before I lost my temper. Finally, Jamie stood up and dropped her dishes in the sink, noisily.


Mom said I can have the other car while they’re gone so you’re shit out of luck.


Fine with me,

I said, happy to be getting rid of her.

But I thought you ha
d
to have an adult in the car when you
go
driving.


I will. Tracey’s cousin is twenty-three and he’s coming with us to the mall.


What mall? Only mall near here is down in Manchester and that’s over an hour away.


Yeah, and if you tell Mom, I’ll tell her about the time I caught you and Mervyn trying on her underwear.

I smiled. She was trying to play hardball but she wasn’t very good at it. Fact was, despite my run-in with the law, my parents trusted me more than they trusted her. Stealing lawn ornaments was one thing, but getting caught smoking dope in the attic with your friend was another. And she was, naturall
y, the offender of the second.


That never happened,

I replied, juggling the dice now,

and even if you make up some stupid shit to get me in trouble, it’ll never work. Mom doesn’t trust you anymore.


Oh, yeah



Why don’t you go pop that huge zit on your nose?

I knew that would piss her off. She had perfect skin, but her crazy teenage vanity turned every tiny bump into Mount Olympus.


Fuck you,

she screamed, and with that, stormed out.

I sat at the table with my eggs and rolled the dice as I ate. Outside, the sun was high and the air coming through the window smelled of cut grass and pine needles and baking dirt. A murder of crows flew from a tree in the woods out back and sat on the power lines over the driveway.


I want to go shoot my
9mm
today,

Tooth said.


Dude
, how many guns do you have?


Just two. I would have got them long ago if it wasn’t for you always worrying what your mom would say. But you looked pretty happy shooting that .44. Gave you a hard on, didn’t it? I told you it would.

I didn’t want to let on how much firing the gun had affected me, but it had certainly turned my nuts into giant Epcot Centers of steel. The sense of power
was
unfathomable; suddenly
I was
the mightiest thing in existence, all men bow
ing
before
me
. With the squeeze of a finger
I
c
ould
undo all of God’s creations. Truthfully, I couldn’t wait to try the
9mm
.

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