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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Fangboy
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ONE
Though the story is probably apocryphal, it is said that Fangboy twisted around in the womb and emerged from his mother mouth-first, with his glistening sharp teeth the first sight of him to greet the world. Neighbors did indeed report a horrified scream from the midwife, who ran out into the front yard shouting something barely intelligible that might have been “
What is certain is that Nathan Pepper was born with a mouth full of long, pointed teeth. Apart from that, he was an ordinary baby: exactly twenty inches long, eight pounds and three ounces in weight, with beautiful blue eyes and a few thin strands of black hair.
His mother, Ellen, cooed and cradled the newborn against her chest, while her husband Samuel trembled and wondered if he had fathered an abomination. What kind of child was born with teeth at all, much less these ghastly pointed ones? If Samuel weren’t so certain of his wife’s immediate attachment to their new son, he might have taken the boy out behind the house and quickly done away with him, but Ellen seemed to take no notice of the abnormality, and Samuel pretended to agree that he was the most adorable baby ever conceived.
Not much later, though, she did acknowledge the teeth. “It
“God, no.”
“Hmmm. It’s nothing that I expected, that’s for sure. I don’t think I’ll be breastfeeding him.”
“So…do you think…” Samuel trailed off, not quite certain how to phrase this. “Should we…you know…keep it?”
Ellen gaped at him. “What are you saying?”
“We don’t even know if it’s human.”
“Of course he’s human! You saw him pop right out of me, and I’m certainly human. Don’t you dare refer to him as ‘it’ ever again. We can’t possibly be the first parents this has ever happened to. Children are born with physical quirks all the time. Do you remember my second cousin, Lizzie?”
“Vaguely.”
“She has six toes on her right foot.”
“Really?” Samuel seemed to recall that one of Lizzie’s shoes was larger than the other, but he hadn’t considered that there might have been a sixth toe under there. “Why didn’t they just cut the extra one off?”
“Because you don’t
That evening, the doctor arrived. Dr. Thompson, the only physician in the village of Hammer’s Lost, was a portly and jolly man who always said “You can’t rush medical care.” Though many of his patients debated this concept, they did concede that nobody had ever died while waiting for Dr. Thompson to make a house call.
“Oh, he’s a handsome little fellow,” said the doctor, giving Nathan an affectionate tap on the nose. “Sometimes even with attractive parents such as yourselves the baby doesn’t come out looking as good as it might, so well done.”
“Thank you,” said Ellen.
Nathan yawned, exposing his teeth.
Dr. Thompson’s first reaction was to flinch in shock, a reaction of which he was not proud. He tried to present a completely professional front whenever he was with a patient, and it was unseemly for a physician to flinch at a deformity.
His second thought was that it was a joke; that Samuel and Ellen had outfitted their newborn with a set of false teeth to startle him and amuse themselves. Dr. Thompson did not approve of this at all. Not because he objected to being the butt of a gag—he could laugh as well as the next man—but because it presented a choking hazard for the infant.
But the new parents did not so much as crack a smile. In fact, Samuel looked more serious and grim than Dr. Thompson had ever seen him. Which led to his third thought: cross-breeding. Somehow the genetic material of a piranha had been combined with a human, resulting in the disconcerting sight before him.
He quickly rejected the third thought and moved on to the fourth, which was that he’d merely imagined it. But, no, the baby’s mouth was still open, and it was still full of sharp teeth. Dr. Thompson had no fifth thought on the matter, and thus resorted to speaking.
“Hmmmm,” he said.
“Have you ever seen such a thing?” Samuel asked. “I mean, is that a known medical condition?”
Dr. Thompson shook his head. He touched one of the teeth with his index finger—gently but quickly, as if the baby might try to bite it off. The teeth were larger than those of an adult and V-shaped. They were like something out of a terrifying nightmare from which you would awaken screaming and drenched in cold sweat, though Dr. Thompson felt it best not to phrase his opinion in quite that manner.
“I’m not going to lie to you,” he said. “It is the least typical infant mouth I’ve ever seen.”
“Is it dangerous?” asked Ellen.
“It certainly could be. Have you ever accidentally bitten your tongue? It hurts, doesn’t it? Well, imagine biting your tongue with teeth like those. Unpleasant.”
Ellen cringed.
“As far as danger to others,” Dr. Thompson continued, “do I think he’ll try to take a bite out of your neck? No. That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t exercise caution when you’re burping him, but I see no reason to live in fear of your son.”
“Can they be fixed?” Samuel asked.
“I’m no dentist,” Dr. Thompson admitted, although that hadn’t stopped him from practicing dentistry on six different occasions in the past. “I will say from experience that it’s much easier to sharpen teeth than to un-sharpen them. They could all be capped, I suppose, but it would be an expensive procedure.”
“What about simply removing them?”
