Sun ignored the demon and went to Andy, who looked like he’d dipped his head in a bucket of red paint.
“You’re hurt,” she said.
“So are you.” He touched her cheek.
“Let me help you first.”
She sat Andy down and saw most of the blood was coming from two major wounds; one on his nose, and one on his scalp. She found a box of tissue in a desk drawer and gave him a handful to press against his face.
The head wound was worse—a four inch gash that went down deep.
“You need stitches.”
“Got a sewing kit handy?”
“No. But do you trust me?”
Andy offered a lame smile through the wad of bloody Kleenex. “Of course.”
Sun took a stapler off the desk.
“You’re kidding,” Andy said.
“Watch carefully. You’ll have to do me next.”
She opened up the stapler and pinched the edges of Andy’s wound closed. Then she lined it up and pushed down, hard.
CHHHH-CHHHHK.
“Ow!”
“Only three or four more.”
Dr. Belgium wandered over. He’d wrapped his lab coat around his head, like a giant red and white turban.
“Me next,” he said.
Sun had to put six more staples into Andy’s head, and then three into Frank’s.
“Thank you for stapling my head,” Frank said.
“You’re welcome.”
When she finished, she handed the bloody stapler to Andy.
“Press down firm, to anchor them into bone.”
“You and your sweet talk.”
Sun sat and closed her eyes while Andy patched up the wound on her head. She reached up a hand and gingerly felt his work.
“Not bad,” she told him.
Andy looked like he’d been in a hockey fight, but he smiled shyly. Sun had a sudden urge to hug him, but didn’t want to hurt him any more than he already was.
“The doors are all closed,” Belgium said, looking around the room.
“What did you say, Frank?”
“All the doors in the Octopus. That means those bat things were contained. We wouldn’t want any getting out and hurting anyone else.”
“That wouldn’t be good,” Sun agreed.
“And speaking of anyone else—where where where is Dr. Harker?”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Dr. Julie Harker had been bathing her new daughter in the sink when she heard the voice over the intercom.
“Attention, this is Race. Everyone meet in the Octopus for immediate evacuation. Repeat, everyone meet in the Octopus, we're all getting out of here. Move your asses, people.”
Harker frowned at the news. Evacuation. Bub must have gotten out.
“No need to rush.” Harker squeezed the sponge over Shirley's head, rinsing the shampoo from her hair. The water was pink with the blood from Shirley's creation.
Birth, Harker corrected herself. Shirley had been born today.
“Happy birthday to you,” Harker sang.
She wrapped Shirley in a bath towel and carried her to the bed.
“Mama needs to find a diaper for her Shirley, yes she does. Maybe an old sheet? What do you think, Shirley?”
Harker located a pillow case, and wrapped it expertly around Shirley’s bottom, securing it with three paper clips.
“There you are. Your first diaper.”
Harker smiled. There would be many more firsts. The first pee-pee and poo-poo. The first nap. The first steps. The first words. A whole lifetime of firsts to share together.
“How’s my little girl?”
Shirley gurgled, and Harker's heart melted. She was so beautiful. So perfect. Harker wanted to savor this moment, to make it last, but she knew she had to hurry. Shirley was just small enough that she could fit in Harker's suitcase. There was a good chance Harker could get her out of here without anyone knowing.
Julie set the baby down and searched the closet for her old luggage, coming out with a carry-on bag. Punch in a few airholes, and it should work fine.
“Perfect,” she smiled. “Now let's dry you off.”
Harker put the towel over Shirley's head and rubbed.
Shirley snarled, low and hoarse, making Harker jump back.
Her daughter stared at her, deep blue eyes burning with hate.
Harker yelped.
Shirley no longer had a face. Harker looked at the towel in her hand and saw her daughter’s scalp.
She’d torn it off.
“No. No no no. Oh my, oh my...”
Shirley hissed at her, a glistening red skull. She stretched her mouth wide to cry and Harker noticed she was growing teeth. They breached her gums with alarming speed, long and narrow and impossibly sharp.
“Oh my Shirley...”
Shirley hissed at her. Her tiny body began to swell, tripling in size. Greasy fur sprouted all over her skin. Her shoulder blades jutted out in points, and her head inflated like a balloon, crackling as the skull bones separated, her eyes bulging out and changing from blue to milky white.
Harker felt faint. She turned to run for the door, but something wrapped around her ankle. Something sharp, that dug deep into the bone.
“MaaaaaaMaaaaaa,” Shirley said.
The pain was unreal. Harker screamed. She continued to scream as Shirley pulled herself toward her mother, her giant mouth snapping like a bear trap, getting closer and closer until—
SNAP!
The teeth closed on Harker’s foot.
A symphony of agony thundered through Harker’s nervous system.
Harker kicked with all of her might. She punched like a crazy woman. But Shirley hung on, continuing to chew.
Before Harker passed out, an ironic thought passed through her mind.
This is Shirley’s first meal.
*
She woke up sometime later. There was no more pain in her foot. Harker quickly realized that was because most of her leg was gone.
Her daughter was perched on the bed, eyes closed. She no longer resembled anything human. Shirley had six legs. She was pale white, with clawed feet and a body like a fat lizard. Her oversized head was crammed full of teeth, and they jutted from her closed mouth like fondue forks.
On the end of one, Harker spotted her skewered big toe.
Harker bit her lower lip to keep from screaming again. Shirley appeared to be asleep. Maybe she still had a chance to make it out of there alive.
She looked around the room. The phone was on the nearby dresser, but talking might wake the creature. Instead, she twisted toward the door, only a few feet away.
Harker pulled herself along the soggy carpet, using her arms and her remaining leg. She felt no fear. She was remote, detached from the situation. And cold. So cold.
I'm going into shock, she thought, shivering. The edges of her world began to blur and slip away. She bit the inside of her cheek to stay awake.
Almost there. Just a little more.
She made it!
Julie reached up at the door knob, turning... turning...
“MaaaaaMaaaaaa.”
Harker screamed as Shirley sprung from the bed, scurrying over to her on many legs.
The demon climbed atop Harker and hissed.
“All I wanted was to love you,” Harker moaned.
Shirley began to eat again. Harker closed her eyes, unable to put up a fight. She gave in to shock, grateful that the cold was overtaking her.
At least she wouldn't feel any pain anymore.
As it turned out, Harker was able to feel more pain. For quite some time, in fact.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Andy leaned back in a chair, doing his best to fight exhaustion and one whopper of a headache. A search of the desk drawers had uncovered a bottle of Tylenol. They all took several. They hadn’t found any water, and Andy felt like the tablets were still caught in his throat.