Chasing the Moon (15 page)

“Why would anything attack me?”

“Because that’s what they do, right? I think that’s what they do. I don’t know if I quite get it yet, but displaced monsters might attack you in confusion.”

“I don’t really shine like you do. If anything, my bond has the opposite effect. I make most displaced entities uncomfortable. They tend to avoid me.”

“That’s a neat trick. Don’t suppose you could teach it to me?”

“I wish I could, but it doesn’t work like that.”

Sharon joined Diana at their table. They played a few games while Sharon explained some things. Vom had tried to enlighten Diana, but there was a chasm of perception between
them. Their situation was similar. Both were struggling to make sense of an alien universe, but it was the difference in the areas they defined as alien that made things difficult.

The game of billiards was the perfect example. The reason Vom and Smorgaz had trouble sinking shots was that simple geometry was a bit confusing. They understood walking around solid objects, accepted the inconvenience of gravity, and could work with a one-way time continuum, but multicolored balls bouncing around a few square yards of felt was simply too subtle.

It didn’t help that Sharon’s presence proved distracting. If Diana was a comforting melody that kept the monsters calm, then Sharon was a low-pitched hum, too soft to be heard but rattling them on a cellular level, making them queasy.

Smorgaz smacked the cue ball with far too much spin. The ball leaped off the table, shattering someone’s beer bottle.

“Dang,” he said. “Thought I had it that time.”

Diana resisted the urge to smile and headed to the restroom. She was washing her hands when she heard a peculiar gurgle coming from the stall she had just used.

“Did you hear that?” asked the short, black-haired woman beside her.

“Must be problems with the plumbing,” replied Diana.

The woman opened the stall door as the toilet began spilling water across the tile. “Gross.”

Diana was getting a bad feeling about this. “Maybe we should get the manager.”

A bolt of lightning erupted from the toilet. The woman was disintegrated in a flash. She didn’t even have time to scream.
The crisp smell of ozone filled the smoky bathroom, and a giant eyeball floated toward Diana. That was all it was. A huge eye rimmed by a dozen tentacles. Strange energies crackled in the orb’s interior.

Diana’s attempts to flee were hampered by the slick floor. She fell on her butt just as the eye creature unleashed a blast that blew a hole in the wall. She kept her head down and scrambled toward the exit. The eye monster looped a slippery tentacle around her ankle and pulled her back.

The creature studied her with its single eye. She remembered that this monster, just like Vom and Smorgaz, didn’t mean her any specific harm. It was just lost, confused, and trying to figure things out, figure her out. If she remained calm she could provide it with the anchor it sought.

“It’s okay,” she said soothingly. “It’s okay.”

The eye narrowed, but it didn’t blast her, so she felt confident.

Vom and Smorgaz flung open the bathroom door.

“Don’t worry, Diana!” said Vom. “We’re here!”

“No, it’s cool,” she said. “I have this under control.”

But her defenders had already sprung into action, tackling the eyeball.

“Hey, no! Stop!” she shouted. “Damn it, listen to me!”

Sharon grabbed Diana.

“It’s too late for that. You need to put some distance between them, let them work it out on their own.”

“But—”

Sharon yanked Diana out the door. The people in the pool hall stood in shocked confusion at the howls and shrieks coming
from the restroom. Diana resolved to, first, always save at least a little bit of her magic, and, second, avoid public bathrooms in the future. She realized that the second resolution was nothing more than superstitious impulse, but it couldn’t hurt to keep to it.

The foreboding crackle warned Diana to hit the deck just a moment before the bathroom exploded. She didn’t know what had happened to Smorgaz or Vom, but the eyeball hovered toward her. She stood, focusing her calming influence over the bizarre thing.

Sharon leaped in front of Diana. Her claim to be disruptive to alien monsters must have been true because the eye retreated.

Diana said, “Thanks, but I think I can—”

Several Smorgaz clones jumped the eye from behind. “Damn it!” shouted Diana. “Everybody needs to calm the hell down!”

The eye unleashed blasts at random. A sizzling beam cut a swath of destruction through the hall. Pool tables and people were scorched into piles of dust.

She waved her arms and screamed in a futile attempt to get things in order. Instead she found herself looking into the eyeball’s destructive gaze. She didn’t have time to ponder the limits of her immortality as the creature prepared to obliterate her.

A red beast leaped from somewhere. It swept Diana off her feet and tossed her over its shoulder. The eye beast unleashed its blast from point-blank range, but Diana’s furry savior was a blur, sweeping her from the line of fire.

The red beast darted from one side to the other, dancing
with unnatural speed and grace around the eye’s pursuing beam. Everything the ray struck, including several people, dissolved. Quickly her furry rescuer was trapped in a corner. The beam swept toward Diana and the beast.

Several Smorgazes tackled the eye creature. They buried it under a rapidly growing pile. Flashes of light would lance out from deep within the mound of monsters, and one or two of Smorgaz’s spawn would disintegrate, only to be replaced by three or four more.

All Diana could do was stare at the devastation the eye had unleashed. Everything was just gone. Erased like it’d never been there at all. As far as she could tell the creature’s blasts just kept going forever. The trench that had been dug into the floor went down into the darkness, and she was willing to bet the blast had come out the other side of the Earth and was even now traveling through space, cutting an endless destructive scar across the universe.

The red beast shook Diana alert to more pressing concerns. She looked into its huge maw. Its head was almost wolflike, but not really. It had long ears like a rabbit’s, and two low-set black eyes. Its fur was long and wild. It opened its mouth, and she wondered if it was going to bite her face off.

“Snap out of it, Diana.”

The voice, buried under a savage growl, was almost unrecognizable.

“Sharon?”

Diana was almost too fixated on Sharon’s slavering jaws to notice her nod.

“You’re one of them?” asked Diana.

“No,” replied Sharon. “I’m not like them. I’m like you.”

A chill ran through Diana. Because whatever Sharon was, she wasn’t quite human anymore. And Diana was just like her. Only the realization that this was exactly the wrong time for this insight kept Diana from going mad.

The monsters spun around, knocking over tables. The pile of Smorgazes atop the laser eye creature filled half the pool hall, and it continued to expand. This would just keep going on and on if she didn’t stop it.

She dug deeper. She had some magic left. There was always more, she realized. She could never run out for long.

She stepped forward and unleashed a thunderclap to get everyone’s attention. The Smorgazes and the eye monster stopped fighting.

“Knock it off, you idiots.”

The Smorgaz spawn whined. The eye hovered toward her. She sensed its confusion. It threatened to overwhelm her, but only for a moment. She stayed calm, collected. The battle of wills was short because the eye wanted her to help it.

The world shifted. Everything went back to the quiet seconds before the pool hall had erupted into chaos. Because monsters didn’t exist. Or at least they shouldn’t exist in this reality, and this reality did a bang-up job of erasing their titanic battles. The damage was undone, the building repaired. But it was the people Diana found most confusing. It was one thing to erase their memories. It was another to reconstruct their flesh-and-blood bodies from the ground up. The eyeball monster had disintegrated at least a dozen people. Yet those same people were restored to life.

She wondered if they were the same people or if the universe had simply built flawless duplicates that would carry on their lives exactly like the originals with no one the wiser. Not even the clones themselves. Invisible imposters manufactured by a reality fighting a never-ending battle against a relentless barrage of weirdness.

Was she one of them herself? She had no way of knowing if she’d been killed in some previous incarnation. Maybe she was Diana mark two. Or three. Or fifteen. Maybe a strange dream she no longer remembered hadn’t been a dream at all, but the forgotten last moments of a former Diana.

Vom the Hungering waved a hand in front of her face. “Hey, everything okay in there?” He tried snapping his fingers, but the fur made that difficult.

“Maybe you should try slapping her,” suggested the eyeball.

Diana glared at him. “That’s not necessary.”

“Are you hurt?” asked Sharon, now in human form.

“I’m fine. Just fine.”

She moved a few steps away from Sharon. Diana couldn’t transform into a monster like Sharon could. But she wasn’t so sure she was human anymore either.

“Give her some space, guys,” said Sharon.

“No, I’m fine.” Diana cleared the haze out of her head. “Just adjusting.”

It seemed that was how she spent the bulk of her time now. Adjusting. Dealing with new absurd situations, new strange perceptions. Every time she grew used to one change, another was waiting just around the corner.

She set aside her cue. “I think I need to go home.”

“Yeah, sure,” said Sharon. “Want me to call you a cab?”

“No, I have a car.”

The eyeball hovered forward. “I call shotgun.”

“I always get shotgun,” said Vom. “Right, Diana?”

Another adjustment. She’d just gained a new cosmic horror. The eyeball, named Zap, sat in the backseat with Smorgaz.

“Are you sure you’re okay to drive?” asked Sharon.

“I’m fine, thanks.”

Diana tried to shake the image of beastly Sharon from her mind. Vom, Smorgaz, and Zap were relatively easy to accept. They were monsters, plain and simple. Maybe not in personality, but certainly in appearance and origin. But Sharon was a person. A person who could become something monstrous. That seemed more unnatural somehow.

It also blurred the lines. Diana hadn’t been aware of it, but subconsciously she’d been making it by convincing herself that, deep down, she was a human being and that all the magical powers, monstrous roommates, and otherworldly perceptions couldn’t change that.

Now she wasn’t so certain.

“It was nice meeting you,” said Diana, though it had actually been quite unpleasant. Although that wasn’t Sharon’s fault. “Thanks for saving my life.”

“You’re welcome.”

Sharon pulled a card from her pocket and offered it to Diana.

“I want you to have this. I know you’re going through some crazy stuff. I’ve been there. And your friends”—Sharon pointed at the occupants crammed in Diana’s car—“I’m sure they mean
well, but it’ll be easier if you have access to someone who sees it from a human perspective.”

Sharon made sense, but Diana wasn’t sure if Sharon qualified as human. But Diana wasn’t sure she was the right person to make that qualification.

Diana took the card. Mostly to be polite.

“Call anytime,” said Sharon.

“Will do,” said Diana reflexively as she climbed into the car.

“Can you turn up the air?” asked Zap. “It’s a little stuffy back here.”

She repressed a frown and gave the creature a bit of advice that had become her lifeline.

“Deal with it.”

Back home (though she hesitated to call it that) she entered the building at the same time as the guy from Apartment Number Two. She was surprised to see his dog had allowed him outside. He carefully trod the steps while carrying two overflowing grocery bags.