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"Fuck off!" I tell Em.
Of course, my opponent thinks I'm talking to him.
"Maybe I will fuck you after I kill you. Thanks for the suggestion." A creepy smile snakes across the Minotaur’s face.
Until, from out of nowhere, Tesq’s hand slams into him. A single punch cracks the Minotaur’s horn from the tip to the base, and the monster lets out a girlish scream of agony before curling up on the floor in the fetal position.
Tesq spins around and grins at the wax monster that attacked me. The wax bastard spies the orange lines of magma on Tesq’s arms and takes a step back, retreating slightly.
Behind Waxy, Creep steps into the room. Unlike the rest of us, he doesn't join the fray. He simply stops walking to stare across the room at a man with golden horns and a golden tail.A bastard I’m very familiar with because he participated in my fucking torture.
I glance between the two of them. There’s not a ton of resemblance, perhaps their noses. Maybe chins. But the way that Creep’s entire body stiffens screams of trauma. The way his chest stops expanding as if he’s holding his breath. How his eyes shutter and his expression blurs into something unreadable, but it’s so vacant compared to his normally boisterous self that I’m not certain Creep’s still all there.
“Hello, son.” Barnabas’s lips stretch into a toothy grin. “I knew you would show up.”
Creep doesn’t respond. He simply…stares at the monster who tortured him for so many years.
“I have to admit…” The golden monster begins to pace, his hands clasped behind his back and his chin hefted upwards imperiously. “I didn’t think you would come with the other Terrors. That certainly was a surprise. I thought my sources were overexaggerating when they claimed you guys had become…friendly.”
His upper lip curls away from his teeth as if the idea of befriending other monsters is preposterous.
Creep still doesn’t respond, his expression blank, his arms limp.
“I suppose this just makes my job easier.” Barnabas snaps his fingers in the air dramatically. “Poof. All the Terrors dead. I should thank you, son, for bringing them here to me. You saved me a trip into the city.”
Creep just continues to stare.
And stare.
And stare.
Fuck. Is he out?I ask Empty.
No. He just needs to have some sense knocked into him.
My hand jerks, the ghost attempting to take control of it. I relinquish the hand to him, and he swipes it toward Creep, reaching.
He's too far away.
But then, to my shock, the whip in Creep's hand lifts of its own accord. Without him moving a finger. The tip curls up until the entire thing is suspended in midair.
A frisson of shock rolls over me.
Are you doing that?I ask in wonder.
Shut up! I'm concentrating,Empty's voice has never sounded so strained.
I can almost imagine him grunting and breathing hard as he flings the tip of the whip so that a crack sounds in the air.
The noise seems to startle Creep into action, and his stance changes. He puts one foot back and then lifts his arm again, snapping the weapon at a two-legged turtle running at him.
Thank fuck.
There’s no real time for relief because Waxy is charging back at me again since the clone monster has surrounded Tesq.
Can you do that thing again?I ask Em.
What thing? Plum jelly, lucky penny, shark teeth?—
