Fangboy

souls should be put out of their misery than to live such a disfigured existence.’ So very, very much blood. It took nearly eight buckets of water to clean the boy up after that rampage. Look at the way he stares at you, like a tiger or a shark sizing up its prey. It chills me.”

“None of that is true,” said Nathan.

“And he speaks lies!” said Kleft. “You sent me on an errand to retrieve an untruthful killing machine. That I am not dead myself is a miracle for which I will be thanking the supreme being for decades to come.”

“Enough,” said the man. “When I asked about the driver, I was seeking an answer lasting three to five seconds, nothing more.” He extended his hand to Nathan. “My name is Professor Mongrel.”

Nathan shook it. “Is that your real name?”

“If you’re asking if my first name is Professor, no, it is not. And if you’re asking if the last name I inherited upon my birth is Mongrel, no, it is not. So the answer to both potential variations on your question is no. But it’s the name I use now. Is Nathan Pepper your real name?”

“Yes.”

“Unimpressive. You need a stage name. How do you feel about The Appalling Biting Boy?”

“I don’t like it.”

“Then how about The Appalling Chewing Boy?”

“I don’t like that, either.”

“The Appalling Munching Boy?”

“No.”

“Is it the ‘Appalling’ part that you dislike?”

“I try not to be appalling.”

“Well, we’ll break you out of that habit. You can’t be part of Professor Mongrel’s Theatre of the Macabre and remain socially acceptable.”

“I don’t want to be part of it,” said Nathan. “I want to go home.”

“Then go home,” said Professor Mongrel. “Nobody is stopping you.”

“Really?”

“Really.” Professor Mongrel gave him a bright smile, which suddenly turned dark and sinister. “But you’ll have to walk all the way into town. Alone.”

“I can do that. I lived in the woods for a year all by myself.”

“Oh. I see. I didn’t realize that. Then, yes, I’m afraid somebody is stopping you. Let’s go meet your new friends, shall we? Kleft, repair that coach.”

Mongrel took Nathan by the hand and led him to the building. The front door opened onto a long, dark, hallway that had bare walls and a floor that tilted just a bit to the left.

“Are you scared of spiders?” Mongrel asked as they walked down the hallway, which seemed endless.

“Not really.”

“Are you scared of eating spiders?”

Nathan had honestly never thought about that. “I wouldn’t want to do it, if I could help it.”

“Oh, you should, and you will. When I heard about the miracle fang-toothed boy, I said to myself, ‘That’s a boy who should be eating spiders in front of my audience.’ Finish them off in ten bites. One for each leg, one for the abdomen, and then flash the customers a fang-toothed grin before you pop the head into your mouth and chew away. Entertainment!”

“That’s cruel!”

“What, to the spider? Don’t be silly. Spiders don’t have nerve endings. Besides, I thought little boys enjoyed tormenting arachnids.”

“I don’t like hurting anything.”

“Is that why you were in jail for nearly biting somebody’s arm off?”

Nathan was horrified. Had his exploits really been exaggerated that much? Had news travelled across the land that he was some sort of barbarian? “I didn’t bite it off!”

“Nearly.”

“No. Almost all of his arm was left. I didn’t swallow a thing. It wasn’t at all what you were told.”

Mongrel shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. Whether you reduced his arm to a skeletal stalk or merely clipped his fingernails in an unorthodox manner, we will sell you to an audience looking to get their half-coin’s worth. ‘If He Weren’t Eating These Spiders, He’d Be Eating You.’”

They were still walking down the hallway, which seemed to be narrowing. Nathan was finding it difficult to breathe.

Oh, such terrible misfortune! What was he going to do? Eating spiders wasn’t going to solve the plight of Penny and Mary. He had to escape!

He didn’t want to bite anybody else, but did he have a choice?

He had to act now, before it was too late.

Or was it already too late?

Should he have acted before they walked into the building?

No, because Kleft was outside of the building. If Nathan had acted earlier, he would have had to contend with both Kleft and Mongrel at once. If he acted now, he could contend with Mongrel first, and then Kleft later. That was a much better plan.

The longer he waited, the higher the chances that he’d have other people to contend with.

What if the others were prisoners? What if he could convince them to rise up against their captor? By waiting to act, he could find himself in a much better position for the action he was eventually planning to perform.

Or his position could be much worse.

I really should do something, he thought.

Now?

Soon?

Now.

He opened his mouth wide, showing off every tooth available to him, let out a fearsome roar, and lunged at Mongrel.

The expectation was that Mongrel would recoil in horror, putting just enough distance between the two that Nathan could turn and run back the way they came. Nathan’s legs were shorter, but he also had the advantage of youth and the ability to move without waddling, and he was certain he could make it back to the entrance before Mongrel caught up to him. Kleft would not be expecting Nathan to burst out of the building unannounced and would be unprepared to stop him, leaving Nathan simply to run into town for rescue.

Unfortunately, Mongrel did not recoil. He merely regarded Nathan as he would an adorable puppy who’d gotten carried away while playing with a chew toy but was otherwise harmless.

“It disappoints me that you did that,” said Mongrel. “I had hoped not to have to cause you to be zapped, but apparently that shall not be the case.”

He reached into his inside suit pocket and took out a long metal pole, although it wasn’t so long that it couldn’t have credibly been resting inside the suit all this time. He touched the end to Nathan’s chest. Nathan yelped at the shock, then felt dizzy, and then realized he was lying on the floor, twitching a bit. Then he realized that it was much darker than it had been before the shock, and getting darker all the time, and then he couldn’t see anything at all, and then he didn’t care.

SEVENTEEN

When he woke up he was on a theatre stage, surrounded by monsters.

They were seated around him in a circle, nine or ten of them. None of them were currently devouring (or attempting to devour) his flesh, so they didn’t seem immediately hostile, but they were certainly intimidating.

Professor Mongrel sat in the circle as well, as did Assistant Kleft.

“Welcome back,” said Mongrel.

Nathan wiped some dried drool from the side of his mouth. “Thank you.”