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Thursday, September 9, 2010

Monsters

Monsters
A short story
By Krys Powers

"Time for school, Caylee."


The little girl glanced up at the young man that was her teacher. She tossed the dolls down to scatter across the floor and rushed to the door.

"Greg," she said, grasping his big hand in her tiny one. He looked down at her big, gray eyes and brown ringlets.

"What is it?"

"How come I go to school at night and go to sleep in the day? I saw some kids on TV and they do it the opposite, like go to school in the day and sleep at night."

"Well," Greg said, leading his student down the hall. "We go to a special school because the things we learn about mostly come out at night."

"You mean the monsters?"

"Yes, the monsters mostly come out at night."

Other children were steadily making their way to their perspective classrooms. Caylee was six and it was the first year of her real training, having spent the last two years learning to read and write several languages. Some of those languages the public didn't even know existed.

"It would be nice to try it their way sometime, Greg. Don't you think?"

"I used to say the same thing when I was your age."

"Really," Caylee asked, pulling the taller man to a stop in the middle of the hall. Children passed around them. A few shot Greg sympathetic glances as they caught parts of the pair's conversation.

"Of course, Caylee. We all have felt that way at one point or another. Longing for normalcy is normal. But we're different."

"Too different to be normal?"

Greg sighed and patted little Caylee's head. "Yes, too different to be normal."

They walked the rest of the way in silence, each deep in their own thoughts. Caylee always knew she was special. Her school was full of special children with skills that Greg said society needed to be safe from the monsters.

Caylee's classroom was much like the ones she saw on TV except there were no sunlit windows, no sounds of the outdoors, because they were hundreds of feet below ground. But the plain, white painted walls of the room were covered in bright art projects, educational posters and a large dry erase board taking up one whole wall. They didn't get blackboards and chalk because the dust could damage the precious ventilation system they all relied on to survive. Low shelving lined two walls. They were also painted white, only about four feet tall, and eighteen inches deep. The shelves were full of workbooks and class materials. On top of the cases were tanks of fish, hamsters, and a few plants growing under sunlamps.

Caylee loved her classroom. It felt cheerful, lived in, and well used. She cared deeply for her classmates. They were all fellow orphans like herself and talented in their very special ways. Everyone now gathered in the classroom's desks would someday be part of a very elite team of monster slayers. Every textbook on the shelves and filling their desks were brimming with information on every form of monster Caylee and her crew would ever come up against; vampires, werewolves, mutants, and aliens and anything else above the humans on the food chain were targets of the slayers. Caylee and the others were being trained to protect the human race from becoming food and slaves to those stronger than mere mortals. She accepted it because there was really no other option for her future. Fate was a reality and hers was to become a master monster slayer!

Greg took his place at the front of the class. At sixteen, he had a number of slayings under his belt. But the organization recognized Greg's natural talent with the younger children. The administrators gave him a classroom and put him in charge of educating and preparing the youngest ones in the lifestyle they were going to take on. His patience seemed never ending when it came to the constant flow of questions the children had. His genius always had an answer, which he gave in the simplest, most understandable terms the children's absorbent brains soaked up like liquid into a sponge. Greg was the perfect teacher.

"Class," he said, gathering his student's attention to the front of the room. "What is a monster?"

Jimmy, a boy only slightly older than Caylee, raised his hand and answered, "Monster is the term we use for anything non human."

"Good," Greg said, smiling at the children. "What are some examples of monsters?"

Children's voices filled the air, saying, "Werewolves, demons, nightwalkers, zombies..." Greg held up his hand for silence.

"Excellent examples, class! But, how do you know a monster when you see one?"

Caylee raised her hand and answered, "Their appearances are usually obviously nonhuman, ugly, and often followed by a bad odor. Even shape shifters have an evil, nonhuman aura they can't hide."

"That was a very good answer, Caylee. You even included the shape shifter's auras," her teacher grinned.

Caylee grinned back, feeling very pleased. But then Greg asked a question she didn't know the answer to.

"What if you can't tell someone's a monster?"

The class went silent, like every class the first time the question was posed. Small faces appeared confused, glancing at each other with eyebrows raised. There were a few shrugs before one brave boy said, "But, there's always a way to tell, sir."

"Really?"

So many little heads bobbed while they nodded their agreements.

"Come with me, kids. We're taking a little field trip."

Excited chatter filled the class as they lined up single file to exit the room. Greg led them to the large elevator at the end of the hall, the one no one was allowed to use without adult supervision. Inside the large steel cage, Greg punched in a code on a digital screen. The screen asked which floor he wanted and he punched the number three. The elevator vibrated to a start and a few of the children giggled as their little tummies tickled. Caylee smiled up at Greg, her big eyes filled with innocence and curiosity. For a quick moment, Greg allowed himself to feel guilt and remorse for killing the innocence in these kids. But only for a moment, because he knew this was all for the greater good of humanity. Besides, Greg had gone through the same thing when he was their age, and he was more than prepared to help then through this transition from child to slayer.

He led the neat line of children down a dimly lit hallway to a large observation chamber. This floor of the compound was lovingly termed 'the zoo'. There was an intersection at the end of the long hallway where all the walls became reinforced, shatterproof, Plexiglas cubicles. Each cubicle held an exotic creature that would strike pure terror within the easily panicked hearts of society. The common human was simply unprepared to handle the horrors of the containment units, but these children had been raised in these halls. They learned languages spoken by demons and master vampires. Instead of dissecting frogs, Greg would supervise the dissection of sprites and fauna fairies.

Very little shocked, appalled, or even surprised these kids. Except, Greg thought, maybe the creature they'd see tonight may have a surprise or two up its sleeve. The creature that resided in the cave-like darkness of an unlit, glass cubicle was something no one deserved to experience.

Though the students gathered close to the glass, they didn't get within arm's reach. Hungry monsters tended to strike at the barrier when tempted by a large grouping of food and the children were well aware of the risks of getting too close to provoke a beast.

"Now, pay attention," Greg said, commanding the crowd in a soft voice. "I asked what if you couldn't tell if someone was a monster." Greg flipped a switch on the wall and the room lit up.

At first the children only noticed a small, child-sized bed against the steel wall. A wooden box of toys stood at the foot of the bed. In the center of the cell lay a bright, multicolored floor rug. It was circular and patterned with geometric shapes. In the center of that rug sat a child. Her brown hair fell in smooth ringlets. When she turned to face the window, clear, gray eyes stared at them, unblinking.

Caylee clasped a small hand to her mouth, trying to keep from gasping aloud. There was a stir amongst the children as they all began to look back and forth between Caylee and the little girl in the room. They were identical except for their clothing. Caylee wore jeans and a red T-shirt. The girl behind the glass wore a short sleeved, white tunic that hung to her ankles.

"Why," Caylee asked. "Why does she look like me?"

"It, Caylee. We don't know if it's male or female, so it's an it. Three weeks ago, when it arrived in 'the zoo', it had taken the shape of its last meal."

"I hope you mean a cow," one little girl said.

"Wish I did. No, it's using the form of four year old Michael Anthony."

A little boy turned from the window to pin Greg with his intelligent gaze. "I saw that kid in the news, Greg. They were blaming his murder on some sex offender just outta prison."

"True, Jared. But that's not what happened at all. You see, the FBI called us in to inspect the bodies of five children, all badly mutilated with body parts missing like an arm or a leg. When our experts arrived, they set out to capture this thing," he said, pointing at the Caylee Doppelganger, "which was in the process of consuming Michael."

"But, why does it look like me, Greg! It didn't eat me," Caylee said, her breath rushing erratically. The creature grinned at her, as if it could sense her rising panic.

"Obviously, my dear. Slow your breathing and I'll explain," Greg answered, gently patting Caylee's head. "Now, I wasn't here when we processed it into the system, but apparently the thing started to lose Michael's form within hours. It needed a new disguise, and since it feeds on children, it always disguises itself as a child. But that's not all its capable of. This thing is very psychic. It is telepathic and has shape shifting qualities."

As Greg spoke, he noticed the children edging closer to the glass. He knew they were being fooled by the innocent sweetness of the smiling monster.

"The day I came to view it, Caylee, we'd just finished our discussion on your history report. So, you were on my mind. This thing read my mind and took your form, right in front of my eyes!"

"It can do that," Caylee asked.

"Can it do me, too," Tommy asked.

"It can turn itself into anyone that comes near it. And, do you notice anything else?"

"It has no aura," Caylee whispered, placing her palm fully against the glass.

Greg watched nervously as the creature came and began inspecting the children with hunger in its eyes.

"Correct. It doesn't have a detectable aura, for reasons we're still not sure of. This live specimen will hopefully help teach us what there is to know. Until then, we can only speculate as to what classification of monster this little child-eater belongs to, and how to prevent more from roaming amongst humanity."

The children crowded around Caylee, some of them adding their own hands to the glass. The creature became overwhelmed by the plethora of food choices only a few inches of thick plexi away. As it watched them all, its eyes began to dart from side to side, then quiver as if made of half formed Jell-O. Those eyes moved, widened, and bled black. It reminded Greg of the black, dead eyes of a great white shark just before an attack.

"Get away from the glass, now!"

He pulled at a few students and the rest backed away quickly. Caylee dropped her hand, but stayed where she stood. The deteriorating Caylee-creature's skin bubbled and shifted, moving as if a thousand worms crawled beneath its skin. The lips drew back on rows of sharp teeth as the mouth stretched impossibly wide. Wide enough to swallow a six year old leg or arm quite easily, wide enough to leave a very large bite radius on those toddler's little bodies.

"Tod," Greg yelled down the hall to a young man that worked on 'the zoo' floor. "Throw something in there!"

The man named Tod darted down the hall to a metal door and disappeared through it. Moments later a small food trap opened across the cell and a human hand pushed a small puppy, squirming and whining pitifully, into the space. The creature salivated. Thick drool ran down its lips and chin to puddle on the floor. They puppy's movements caught its attention and it turned away from the students to stalk the puppy.

The children complained about the treatment of the dog. Some became angry, some cried for the animal and from fear. This thing was different than the monsters they'd studied, and none of them had seen a monster feed before. They watched in horror as the Caylee-creature fell upon the defenseless dog and folded its grotesque lips, teeth and all, around the puppy's neck, its head disappearing into the cavity. It bit down, blood pouring from its mouth. The puppy hung limp. No one moved for a long moment before Greg began moving the children away from the observation window. He wanted to get them away while the creature was busy feeding. Looking back, he noticed Caylee hadn't moved.

"Caylee," he called out softly. "Come on."

"Is that the last thing those kids saw, Greg? Just a mouth full of teeth," she asked, never taking her eyes from the room.

Now the creature was on hands and knees, eagerly licking leftovers from the floor. It even slurped up the urine and feces the dog released in its last moments of life. Finally, Caylee turned from the glass and walked toward Greg and the elevator.

They all filed into the elevator, the children quiet except for a few sniffles. Greg felt the guilt build at the terror he had to put these small minds through. It's necessary, he thought over and over again. They have to see, have to know what humanity was up against in this fantastical world. Caylee tugged at his hand.

"Yes?"

She looked up at him with huge, gray eyes that would have reminded him of the creature but for all life-light shinning in those orbs. The thing's eyes were flat and lifeless, like a mask.

It was Caylee who asked the important question, the one with which the answer would take this group of six year olds and turn them into strong, ruthless hunters of monsters. She asked, "So, Greg, what do you do if you can't tell someone's a monster?"

"When you have the answer to that question, you'll no longer be a student. You'll be a slayer."

The sniffles stopped by the time the elevator reached the classroom's floor. Each child dealt with the horror of the night in their own way, but Greg knew Caylee was a leader. Any other child would have been more than a little disturbed to see herself as a monster. Especially one that eats the most defenseless of humans, feeding on the flesh of babies in pure gluttonous fashion. Not Caylee. No, she stayed, watched, and even made contact. At the end, she walked away, turning her back on terror, displaying her intelligence and courage. She'd support her teammates. Even now, as they took their seats in class, their eyes were turned toward her. Greg saw respect there, respect and acceptance.

Greg smiled at the class. "Now, everyone turn to page six in your workbooks. It's time to get to work."

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