“Please, Smith!” it said.
He opened his mouth, still holding the heart in both hands. He looked down at the thing’s chest.
The opening had healed over, but a concavity revealed the heart’s absence. Sandy’s shirt and the skin of Sandy’s chest were ripped back, torn open like the foil and skin on a baked potato.
“You killed Sandy,” Smith said.
The thing nodded.
“And Bill Goodwin?” Smith asked.
It nodded again.
“And Elias’s mother?”
Another nod.
“And if I let you go, you’ll kill someone else, won’t you?”
“No!” it said, pleading, “No, I swear, I won’t! I’ll stay inside, I’ll let the others take care of me, please!”
“You were the one we burned?” Smith asked.
It nodded again. Its fingers twitched, as if it wanted to grab its heart but didn’t dare.
“There are a hundred and forty-three of you? That’s all? Or are there others, in other towns?”
“Just us. A hundred and forty-three. That’s all so far.”
“So far?”
It nodded.
“You mean there might be more someday?” Smith asked. “More are going to just appear?”
It shook its head. “No, there’s only one first appearance, but we’ll breed, of course.”
“You will?”
It nodded.
“How? Like people? Like vampires?”
It shook its head. “Neither,” it said. “We have our own way.”
The depression in its chest seemed to be growing, deepening.
“Give it back!” it wailed, looking down at itself.
Smith lifted the heart higher, further from the thing’s body. “How do you breed?” he asked.
“Give it back!”
“How do you breed?”
“Larvae,” it said, “Larvae that grow inside your people. Give it back!”
“Larvae?” Smith looked from the creature’s face to the black object he held. He had thought of it as the thing’s heart, but now he reconsidered. “Like this?”
The nightmare creature nodded. “Sort of like that,” it said, “It splits, and half of it stays with the parent, and the other half goes down someone’s throat and then eats its way out to the skin as it grows.”
Smith looked at what he held with sudden revulsion, and almost dropped it. Khalil’s face twisted with disgust, and they could hear Annie retch.
“You mean if I swallowed this, it could eat me?”
“No,” the thing said, “Not… I mean, yeah, it could, you’d better give it back…”
Khalil jerked the thing’s head back.
“You’re a lousy liar,” Smith said. He lifted the black lump to his mouth.
“No, no, don’t!” the creature begged. “It… I’ll tell you!”
“Talk,” Smith said.
“At the full moon,” it said. “And the larvae has to be intact. It’s vulnerable, it’s not like an adult. But every full moon, we can spawn, and it takes two weeks, until the new moon, for the new person to grow into its skin.”
Smith lowered the thing again. “You mean that in a few weeks, there will be more of you?”
It nodded. “Yes,” it said.
“How many?” Smith asked.
“We can all reproduce each month, if we… if we’ve eaten someone, and of course all of us, we each got someone when we first appeared, all but the one who was supposed to get you, and he got someone later…”
“Who?” Smith interrupted. “Who’d he get?”
“Joe Samaan – Elias’s father.”
Smith and Khalil glanced at each other.
“So that’s why he stopped bothering me,” Smith muttered. Then he looked back at the nightmare person. “Go on,” he said, “You were going to tell me how many of you there will be.”
“Well, we can all reproduce, so we’ll double – from one forty-three to two eighty-six.”
Smith shook his head.
“No,” he said, “Not two eighty-six.” He lifted the black mass, trying to ignore the increasing flow of slime. “Two eighty-four, at most.”
He took a bite.
The thing screamed.
Smith had trouble choking the stuff down, but he eventually managed it all, despite the slime and the stink.
The screaming lasted for twenty minutes.
Chapter Ten:
Wednesday, August 9th;
Thursday, August 10th
1.
“The sixteenth,” Smith said, looking at the calendar. “It’ll be full on the sixteenth.”
“Today is the ninth, yes?” Khalil asked.
“Yes.”
“Then we have one week.”
Smith nodded.
Khalil shook his head. “In one week, we cannot kill a hundred and forty-two. Our stomachs would not take it.”
Smith managed a sickly grin. He was sitting up in bed after a long night of nausea. “You’re telling me,” he said.
“We do not even know where all of them are,” Khalil pointed out. “I do not believe that they have all remained in the apartments.”
“I know,” Smith agreed. “At the very least, there’s the one that wanted me, that got Elias’s father. I don’t know if it’s still in the same skin, or if it moved on into someone else.”
Khalil nodded.
Annie stuck her head in the bedroom door. “How are you feeling, Mr. Smith?” she asked.
“Much better, Ms. McGowan, thanks.”
“Oh, call me Annie,” she said. “After all, if you’re going to be staying here…” She didn’t finish the sentence.
“And you can call me Ed, if you like,” Smith said.
She shook her head. “I’ll try,” she said, “but you don’t look like an Ed.” She stepped into the room and looked around.
“All these computers!” she marvelled.
“It’s just two computers, really,” Smith explained. “It’s just that the Deskpro isn’t assembled yet.”
“Oh,” she said, staring at the clutter he and Khalil had strewn throughout her spotless guest room.
Khalil had done most of the work; Smith had been too sick. They had gotten everything from his car and motel room and brought it all to Annie McGowan’s guest room.
Smith had paid the bill at the Red Roof Inn, and had not been at all happy to see the total he put on his MasterCard.
They had made no attempt to collect anything from his old apartment. From Khalil’s apartment they had retrieved only two changes of clothing, some toiletries, and two switchblades. Khalil kept one; Smith borrowed the other.
“What about the couch?” Smith asked, hoping to distract Annie from her unwanted new housemates.
She frowned, and Smith realized he was only making it worse.
“That stuff doesn’t seem to come out,” she said, “And of course there are all the tears in the cushions…”
“Ruined, huh?” Smith asked sympathetically. “Don’t worry, Annie, we’ll buy you a new one. Really. I’m really sorry about it all.”
“Oh, it’s not your fault,” she said, waving the matter away.
“I know,” Smith said, “but we’ll buy you a new one, I promise. Hey, what time is it?”
Khalil glanced at his watch. “9:40,” he said.
“Annie,” Smith said, “May I use your phone? I’ve got to call my boss, tell him I won’t be in today.”
“Of course,” she said.
2.
Einar was not pleased.
“Look, Ed,” he said into the phone, “You’ve missed a week already, and you didn’t call yesterday, and when I called your motel you weren’t there, and you weren’t at your apartment, either. And when you were in on Monday I think you did more damage than good. Just what’s going on? Where are you now?”
“I’m staying with friends,” Smith said. “I was sick enough that I didn’t think I should be alone. The name is McGowan, and the number is 948-8332.”
“Uh-huh,” Einar said. “Have you seen a doctor?”
“No.”
For a moment neither of them spoke; then Einar said, “Look, Ed, I don’t want to pry, but are you sure there’s nothing else? Something you aren’t telling me?”
“I’m sure,” Smith said.
Again, neither spoke. Finally Einar sighed. “Listen, Ed,” he said, “You’re a good programmer, when you’re on the job, but this isn’t college or something, and you’re not a freelancer. You’re supposed to be here during working hours, working. If you’re not back on the job tomorrow, I want to hear that you’re sick from a doctor, not just from you, and I want you to be somewhere I can get hold of you.”