El Monstruo: Life Without the Mask (Part Eight)

“Ugh! Yuck!” exclaimed Carol as she rolled off of the furry cushion she had been lying upon. Sam chortled, his belly rippling with waves of laughter.

“I’m sorry. I wanted you to be comfortable, and it was the only way I could think of. I didn’t want to lay you on the cold ground, so I used what skills I had at my disposal.” No matter how hard he tried, the tanuki couldn’t keep himself from smirking. Carol, blushing, had remembered that tanuki were renowned for their shape shifting, and then she remembered that the males were also able to shape their specific anatomy.

“Thank you, really, for your help, but I have somewhere I need to go.” Carol hadn’t forgotten that she was supposed to be in Dunwich by now, securing the kanabo. She felt disappointed with herself; she had lost control on the highway, lost Adam’s body, and now wasn’t where she was supposed to be.

“Where do you need to be?” asked Sam

“I don’t know any more.” confessed Carol. Under the bright light of the full moon, she told Sam about everything that had happened over the past few weeks. She told him about Adam, the oni, and the murders. She also told him that she was scared. “I don’t know what to do anymore. I thought that returning to the other world would be a good thing, but I’ve started to have my doubts. I’m worried.”

Sam put his paw on her shoulder casually and fixed his gaze on her eyes. “If you really want to go back to the other world, I can take you.”

Carol was confused; she thought that only Adam could open the way into the other world. She thought that Iwao guarded the way through. She said as much to Sam.

“Adam has fed you lies, and now you need to spit them on the ground. Iwao won’t let Adam pass, for if Adam awakes his wife, it will be the doom of all worlds.” said Sam softly. “She is a creator and destroyer, but all she will do is destroy.”

“We need to stop him then.” decided Carol, slapping her palm with a clenched fist. Taking control of her destiny made her feel exhilarated. Pulling at Sam’s wrist, she charged towards the East, towards Dunwich.

“We don’t need to walk there. I have a car, and that van you were driving is still running, just lightly charred from the fire.”

“We’ll take your car. I don’t think I want to have anything to do with Adam anymore.”

***

Don held the mask in his hands. It glittered in the faint light, seemingly begging to be put on. He ran his fingers across the laces of the mask and felt a strange magnetism, as though the mask was drawing him to it. He tried to stand, but tumbled to the ground. He had forgotten that he was missing a leg now. The mask flew from his hands when he fell, and it landed next to him. Don stared into the mask’s hollow eyes, taking brief note of its savage, toothy smile.

“I’m not going to fall for it.” he said, feeling like a mad man as soon as the words fell from his mouth. He continued the staring contest with the mask, unwilling to look away and half expecting it to try to bite him. Why isn’t it alive like those other ‘things’? What’s making me thing that it isn’t alive? I bet that it is trying to bait me into trusting it. I won’t fall for it. The thoughts stayed safely contained inside of Don’s skull. The last thing he needed was to end up in an asylum. I wonder if Mom and Dad are worried about me? I’ve got to be six hours late for supper by now. I wonder if they will come to try and find me.As he thought, he noticed a flickering light. The floating lantern had returned, along with the umbrella. The umbrella bounced along on its one muscular leg, carefully balanced on a wooden sandal. Its red tongue lolled ghoulishly from its mouth. Don cringed as it came close, nearly licking him.

“Please! Don’t! I’ve had enough today.” Don wasn’t crying, as he had expected. He was simply angry at the creature. He studied its blue paper body and asked, “What’s your name?” The umbrella, though supplied with a mouth, could not speak. It simply shrugged with its thin arms, rolling its immense, single eye in a gesture that seemed to convey bewilderment. “You don’t have a name, do you?”

The umbrella shook its whole body, trying to say no. The lantern belched fire, unhappy that it was being ignored. Don chastised the lantern, telling it to wait its turn. He considered the two creatures and felt bad for them. They were lost and had come back to him, either for help or to assist him. He decided that the living objects should have names.

“I’ll call you Dale,” he said to the umbrella, which bounced happily. The lantern glowed gloomily until Don said “and I’ll call you Johnny.” The lantern hissed angrily. “What? I think Johnny is a fine name.” Don reached his hand out and the umbrella helped him stand. In the dim moonlight, Dale and Johnny helped Don get home.

***

Grant crashed through the doors of the Dunwich Museum of Oriental Antiquities. A dozen alarms wailed loudly as he charged past electronic eyes and their invisible beams. He knew where he needed to go, and it was my job to make sure that Adam didn’t escape.

“Kyoko, let me out of this thing!” Adam begged, his words muffled by the thick walls of the safe that Grant had torn out of the motel room. Kappa, in a shallow slumber, mumbled not to let Adam out.

“I won’t let you out. These are good people.” I said, meaning to say that these were good yokai. Not that there was a world of difference. I always thought that people and yokai were the same thing; yokai were just had more intense emotions that shaped them. Since I was human once, I felt that I could attest to the similarities and differences. Pulling off my white gloves, I looked intently at my fingers. My nails were long and sharp; they were caked with blood. The tip of each digit was permanently stained a rusty color. It was part of my punishment for my murders.

“And you are not good. Why should you go against the grain? The gods made you to hate and kill, just as they made me to do the same.” Adam’s voice seemed to be getting louder. “Would you expect a wolf to feel bad for eating a lamb? Would you expect him to go to a dentist and have his teeth pulled?”

“I’m better than a wolf.” I responded weakly. His words were true; forever would I be compelled to ask strangers if they thought I was pretty. If they said yes, then I would take off my mask and show them my face. I’d ask again, and if they lied, they died. I could never make a friend, unless it was someone who always told me the truth about my looks. Of course, they’d also have the ability not to hurl at the mere sight of my mouth.

“No one’s better than an animal, Kyoko. We are all animals. Humans and yokai; we’re no better than the beasts that spawned us. Look at you now. You are waiting in a stolen car while Grant rummages through antiquities, searching for the right one to steal. Why is all this stealing going on? So he can bash in the head of someone that stands in our way. Is it for a good enough cause? Something higher than survival? In the end, I don’t think so. Just let me out of the box. I need to get to my body before sunrise, and if I don’t, I die. At the rate we’re going, I’ll be dead and the gate to the other world will be sealed forever.” Adam’s voice seemed to be in my head now. I thought of why I wanted to be human again.

I remembered being picked on as a girl. I remembered trying to be a sexy young woman. I remembered the blood; long, sharp scissors shoved deep into a man’s stomach. Throats opened wide, blood flowing as if from an over-full tub. The beautiful eyes I always wanted lined up on a shelf, watching me as I bathed. I was a monster then, as much as I was a monster now. Yet, Grant didn’t make me feel like a monster. I tried to hold onto his crooked, reassuring smile. It was my anchor. It made me want to be something more than monster or animal.

I struggled to turn the safe so that its door faced downward. I let it lay there, unable to open. I wanted more for myself, and I would have it. However, I worried that Adam would find a way to screw us in the end.

***

Rita was surprised to see Arouna closing the bar. He poked and prodded, sending the regulars out to find other bars. He smiled as he told them that he was going back to Africa, and that he didn’t want to lock anyone inside. She chased after him, asking why he was closing up shop.

“I’m tired of being something I‘m not.” replied Arouna as the last patron left. “Grant left, and I let him go without too much fuss. I should have helped him more. All this talking about him has got me thinking. I need to help him, and I need to help myself.”

“So, what are you going to do?” asked Rita.

“I’m going to take my mask off.” replied Arouna, “and I’m going to keep it off.”

El Monstruo: Life Without the Mask (Part One)

“Damn it!” exclaimed Grant as he watched the beat-up Chevy roll down the hill and off the curve of the winding mountain road. He took a couple steps, lurching forward as if to save it, but the car was all ready tumbling down the steep and rocky mountain. He looked at the ground to see Kappa still laying on his back, wrenches suspended in the air. A small stream of oil was running down his arm, forming a puddle by his elbow.

“I’m really sorry, man” said Grant, his deep red skin blushing purple. “I had it! I sweat, and then it just slipped out of my hands. Kappa looked up at his friend and tried to smile. He really wanted to just let the incident wash over him; I will be the cliffs that stand unmoving as the waves crash against them. I will not let this get to me, and I will not lose my temper. “Don’t worry, Grant. We’ll just have to make the walk to Dunwich.” Kappa said, worrying that his feigned smile was too wide. He remembered the first and final time he had enraged an Oni, and he had no desire to test his limits with Grant. He had been fishing on the sea side when he first met Grant, who was in trouble up to his nipples. Grant had not always been an Oni, but the right combination of events fell in place to turn him into one. Grant had wanted to be a hero, but instead became a murderer. Since then, he and Grant had traveled many weary miles. It seemed like something was trying to keep them from escaping the law. The loss of the Chevy, and all their clothes and supplies was proof of that, or at least enough proof for Kappa.

Grant stared down to where the car landed and watched as a mushroom of flame exploded from the car. Kappa, adjusting the bowl of water he always wore on his head, simply rolled his eyes.

“I thought that only happened in the movies. How the heck did it explode?”

“Divine intervention. Someone is trying to hinder our escape.”

“What makes you certain?”

“My sandals ran away, then I couldn’t find my license when we were trying to get through the road block outside of Greenville. Now this.” Kappa brushed the dust off of his weathered green T-shirt and started to walk down the road. “Might as well get walking. Dunwich isn’t going to come to us.

Grant glanced down at the flaming wreck that had been his home for the last two months and chuckled. At least that took care of the mask. El Monstruo is dead and burned away. All that’s left is me, and a new life. He turned from the sight of the smoldering heap and followed Kappa, striding jauntily.

****

Adam smiled as he passed his hand over the shimmering orb. The image of Grant and Kappa rippled into darkness as Adam tossed a velvet bag over the crystal ball. Rita sat, arms crossed, glaring at the mystic, hating that she decided to go to him.

“Is he safe?” she asked, her patience wearing thin.

“In due time, dear.” Adam’s voice dripped with delight. “You never told me your friend was so extraordinary. One of the Yokai, traveling with another of their foul breed. This information is much too important to let go of without an elevation of price.” The mystic leaned back in his creaky chair, folding his arms over a cheap plastic medallion he bought at a Halloween store. It was enough to give him an air of authority, at least over the old ladies that were his usual customers.

“Buddy, you say ten dollars, it is ten dollars.” said Arouna with his thick African accent. Adam had nearly forgotten about the big man. However, he wasn’t going to be intimidated out of a few extra dollars.

“It is ten dollars for a question, but it is fifty dollars for my silence.”

“You are insane!” exclaimed Rita, shoving herself away from the table. “Either answer my question, or…”

“Or you’ll have someone beat me up? Report me to the police? Listen, I haven‘t charged you a dime yet. You want to leave? Leave. If you want me to keep quiet, it‘s gonna cost you.”

“And if we don’t pay?” asked Arouna, trying to look as threatening as he could; a smile came to his face much more easily than the sneer he forced on himself.

“Then I will talk about this. Maybe even blog about. I might even call the police.”

“Quit your bluffing. No one’s going to believe you anyway. Besides, you gave me my answer.” Rita stood up and saw worry cross the mystic’s face.

“But I can tell you where they are.” he pleaded, his greed getting the best of him. “We’ll just say twenty dollars, and we’ll be right as rain, how’s that?” His sudden pleasant tone grated on Rita’s nerves, but she wanted to know where Grant went.

“Twenty and we’re through.” said Rita, trying to sound like a shrewd business woman.

“He’s on the highway, headed North. He’s in the mountains, going towards Dunwich.” confessed Adam once he saw the wrinkled twenty dollar bill on the table. “Alas, there is someone that works against him, putting disaster after disaster in his path.”

“Who is it?” asked Rita eagerly.

“That is something I cannot see, I’m sorry.” said Adam, forlorn.

“All right. Thanks then.” Rita left the small room, followed closely by Arouna.

Adam watched as they left, a devious grin spreading on his face. He locked the door and turned his shop sign to the side that read “closed.” He went into his apartment above the shop; it was tiny and had a spicy smell about it. In one corner, a pile of cages writhed and shook.

“Don’t worry children. You’ll be going home soon. I found our erstwhile friends, and soon, we’ll be able to return home.” Adam watched with delight as an old paper umbrella in one of the cages opened a huge eye. A deep red tongue lolled out of its mouth as it let out a cackle of delight. Adam smiled a thin grin as his head rolled off of his shoulders and bounced into the kitchen. His body followed slowly behind, opening the refrigerator.

“What to eat tonight?” asked Adam of no one in particular. He looked at the shelves of the fridge and considered his choices. “Hands. I think I will have some hands tonight. Braised in coconut milk; yes, that would be fine.”

To Part 2

El Monstruo (Part Six)

The thin man reeled in his fishing line and smiled smugly at el Monstruo, who froze immediately. Turning, he watched as the man sat cross-legged on the sand, gazing at the rolling ocean.

“How do you know that I’m turning into something?” asked el Monstruo meekly.

“We smell our own.” answered the man as he pulled the worn sandles from his feet. To el Monstruo’s astonishment, the sandles each had a single eye that looked eagerly at the surf. The sandles sprouted little arms and legs; they raced to the surf and began splashing each other. El Monstruo sat on the ground, his head swimming. The man looked at el Monstruo’s confused expression and giggled. “You don’t know anything about us, do you? You never heard of the yokai?”

“The yokai?” asked el Monstruo.

“That’s what we are. You are an Oni; I can tell from those horns and teeth. It is a curse and a blessing.”

“And you are one of these yokai?”

“Yes. I am a kappa, a water spirit. When I was a man, I fell into the water by a bridge. When I was under the water, I began to change. Instead of drowning, I became what I am.” replied the kappa in a bouncing tone. “Now you are what you are. The only question is, how did you become what you are?”

El Monstruo let his thoughts drift back to when he received the mask. “I started wearing a mask. It was red and reminiscent to what I look like now. Do you think that it did this to me? Maybe the mask was to me like water was to you?” El Monstruo didn’t notice the flash of agony wash over the kappa’s face.

“There was more to it than that.” replied the kappa softly. El Monstruo urged him to continue, but the kappa wouldn’t let go of his secrets that easily. He simply changed the subject, saying “What did you feel when you wore the mask?”

“I felt powerful. I felt changed. It was like the slate was wiped clean. I liked it.”

“Why did you like it?” asked the kappa, paying little attention to the sandles as they romped and played. El Monstruo’s eyes watched them intently, wondering if he had finally gone insane. “Why did you like it?” asked the kappa again.

“Because it let me be someone else. I was just tired of being who I was.” said el Monstruo, obfuscating the truth slightly. One of the sandals grabbed the other and heaved it into the ocean with a great, cackling laugh. The kappa listened intently, letting el Monstruo open up slowly. El Monstruo found himself telling the kappa more than he ever intended. He told him of the night he came home to find his fiancee with another man. He told the kappa how he just left, without so much as a word. El Monstruo’s eyes lit up when he told the kappa about Rita, who had helped him get on his feet after the break up, and then how she helped him after he started wearing the mask. El Monstruo realized that he was smiling broadly. “Talking about her always makes me feel happy.” 

The kappa took off his sailor hat, revealing a bowl of water that was balanced on his head. He felt it was time to reveal a little more of himself. ”This is part of who I am now,” said the man, “I need the water no matter where I go. Since that time in the water, I’ve lived on the fringe of the normal world. No one would ever notice a simple beach bum, you know? I just sit here and fish. I can’t live a normal life anymore. Could you imagine going to a job interview wearing a bowl on your head? This is part of my punishment, doled out because of the things I have done.”

EL Monstruo reflected on the kappa, then, pointing at the sandles said, “What did they do?”

“They are over one-hundred years old. Now they have their own lives. They let me walk on them only because of the good deeds I did for them.”

“You aren’t being very forth-coming about yourself.” said el Monstruo abruptly. An injured look appeared on the man’s face. Pointing a finger at himself, the kappa said, “I am trying the best that I can. This is hard for me.” A feeling of anger creeped over el Monstruo. He wanted to grab the bowl off the kappa’s head and smash him in the face with it. The kappa must have seen the anger rising in el Monstruo’s eyes, because he began to rise to his feet.

“I don’t want to fight you,” he said, “I know I can’t win. I just thought you might want some help. I’m sorry.” The kappa called to the sandles, which dashed back to him, throwing themselves at his feet. He slipped his feet into them and cautiously stepped back. He had dealt with an oni in the past, an he knew that he stoo no chance in a physical confrontation. He tried to soothe el Montruo, but realized that a rage had come over the red-skinned ogre. 

El Monstruo felt his fists curling into tight balls. He wanted his way; he was tired of the kappa’s hints and subterfuge. He wante to know the kappa’s secret. He had told his own, after all. Then, el Monstruo felt tears well up in his eyes and pour down his cheek. His emotions ran wild and confusing circuits through his heart and stomach. He considered what he was about to do and what he had done in the past. He roared with primal anger as the kappa continued a slow retreat.

“Grant! What are you doing!” yelled a feminine voice that cut through the turmoil that filled el Monstruo’s body. He turned to see Rita, who was followed closely by Arouna.

“Calm down, friend.” said the kappa as sweetly as he could. “They’re friends here to help you. Don’t let what you’ve become destroy them.” El Monstruo felt a rush of calmness flow through him. His anger, chilish upon examination, deminished quickly when Rita drew closer. He could smell the scent of flowers on her and he immediately thought of great rolling fields of multicolored blooms billowing in a gentle breeze as Rita ran through them gleefully. He held his arms out for her embrace, but she didn’t come any nearer.

“You need to go now.” said Arouna in a deep, thickly accented voice, “The kid is dead. The cops are gonna look for you. They are coming soon.”

“Why did you do it, Grant?” asked Rita, weeping.

“I guess you met me at just the right time.” remarked the kappa as he scanned the horizon, looking for police. El Monstruo felt a tremendous sensation of shame and hung his head sadly. He realized that Rita would no longer stand by his side as she stood there crying. He hated himself, because he had made those tears. “Come on, friend,” said the kappa, “the road is long and often short of cucumbers.”

                                                               

El Monstruo (Part Five)

“Hey man, that’s real weird.” said Arouna, perplexed at el Monstruo’s changed appearence. He touched el Monstruo’s cheek and once again drew his hand back swiftly. “That’s real weird. I’ve never seen anything like it. I’ve seen weird stuff, but not anything like this.” The redness had spread from el Monstruo’s face, down his neck, and across his chest. He stopped wearing the mask; it was stifling with all the heat his head was throwing off. It was bothersome to wear a shirt now, as his torso had begun radiating the strange heat.

“I don’t know what to do, Arouna. I’ve tried salve and I’ve tried clortrimezole. I talked to the doctor at urgent care, but he was afraid to come near me. He threatened to call the CDC if I ever came back.” El Monstruo leaned heavily against the counter of the bar. He was happy that the Freeky Tiki was empty, except for Arouna and him. And Rita. Why does she stand by me? Is she just being a friend, or is there more? Or do I just want there to be more? El Monstruo studied Rita’s petite frame and imagined her staying with him, not only through this ordeal, but anything that would come in the future. She would fight for me to the end if she had to. She’s my best friend.

“You know, I don’t know if I ever saw someone turn red. I don’t know if anyone has ever seen it. But maybe it isn’t a bad thing. Maybe you’ll be able to get some kind of grant to go back to school and finish your education. How about that, huh? They say minorities always get money for school. How much more minor can you get than just one?” said Arouna with a smile. He placed a tiki mug on the bar and filled it with seltzer and a mix of juices. “There. It may not work, but it is the best I can do. It may not turn you white again, but it will freshen you up. Maybe help you think better.” Arouna’s grin and impromptu cocktail made el Monstruo smile, until he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. His smile looked terrifying; a mass of sharp fangs jutted from his mouth from every direction. If the smile wasn’t enough, the pointed nubs of his horns were starting to push through his skin. His smiled swiftly bowed into a deep frown.

Rita watched as el Monstruo’s head drooped. Her heart was breaking to see him suffering so much. She put an arm around him and tried to comfort him. He leaned on her and felt tears rolling down his face. Arouna walked away, allowing them some space. “God, I am so happy that it is him and not me.” said Arouna softly to himself. Rita let el Monstruo cry on her, holding him closely. He shuddered as he wept; his body was radiating heat, tempting Rita to pull away from him.

The door to the Freeky Tiki swung open, and Rita turned to see a gang of men pour in. There were at least ten, and they were led by a young blonde with a broken nose. The guy with the broken nose popped the collar of his polo shirt and strutted towards the dimly lit bar. El Monstruo looked up, his large eyes puffy from crying. The thug in the polo shirt took a step backwards, forgetting for a moment that he had ten guys to watch his back.

“You think you’re big…” he started to say as el Monstruo stood up, swinging the metal stool he had been sitting on. The thug heard a loud crack thunder in his skull as his legs buckled and his body collapsed on the ground. Rita screamed and Arouna shouted for el Monstruo to control himself. The thug’s friends ran at el Monstruo, trying to grab at him. One was jabbed in the eye with the stool’s leg, another crashed into the solid, wooden bar. The third threw a punch that sent el Monstruo’s head rocking to the side. El Monstruo simply wrapped his arms around him and sent him flying over his head to the ground. The thug’s friends started to step away once another of their number was sent crashing to the floor with a head butt. They scrambled away, leaving their fallen friends, and the thug in the polo shirt behind. RIta tried to calm down el Monstruo, but he was deaf to her pleas. He wrenched the leg off the stool and clubbed the still body of the thug.

“Die!” he yelled vehemently. “Why don’t you just fucking die?” EL Monstruo swung the metal leg down hard on the young man’s skull, and heard a satisfying cracking sound. The sound of breaking bone was followed by the sound of a shot gun being cocked.

“Stop it now, man.” said Arouna, pointing the gun at el Monstruo. Sweat beaded on Arouna’s face; he could feel the intense heat flowing out from el Monstruo’s body. He prayed that the big man would stop and listen to reason. He hoped, at least, that el Monstruo wouldn’t kill the thug then and there. It was obvious what was going to happen, but the police wouldn’t see it the way it really was. El Monstruo rested the metal leg on his shoulder and turned to look at Arouna.

“I don’t want to stop. I need to do this. This would be justice.” said el Monstruo.

“You aren’t going to do it here, and if you’re smart, you just won’t do it at all. Stop now. You got a girl that cares for you, and…”

“I used to have a girl that cared for me!” shouted el Monstruo, “She was supposed to be my wife. Instead, she went off to fuck some rich bastard and left me here alone.” Rita was frightened; she had not moved since the violence started. Her mind was filled with so many things she should say or do. She wanted to say that he wasn’t alone, but she was afraid to say that she would be there for him after what he had just done. “I need to do this.” continued el Monstruo, “It’s all I can do.”

“Then take him out of here, and don’t come back. If you do what I think you are going to do, I won’t forgive you.” said Arouna, lowering the shot gun. “We stood by you, and we believed in you. Both me and Rita. Don’t think for a minute I don’t support you in what you’ve done, but if you do anymore, well, that’s too much.”

El Monstruo felt the need to kill the kid; he was a law breaker, and he would hurt Rita if he gave him the chance. El Monstruo knew that the thug saw her comforting him, and if he let the thug live, he might be back. Confused and afraid, el Monstruo just ran. He ran from the restaurant and down to the ocean. He looked at the expansive sea and let loose a primal yell. He threw pieces of drift wood at the ocean, and hurled big rocks when he ran out of drift wood. The excercise calmed him down, freed him of his aggravation.

“What did the ocean ever do to you, my friend?” asked a thin man with a beak-like nose who was fishing from the shore. El Monstruo was startled, as he hadn’t seen the man earlier. The thin man was wearing loose, green pants that he had rolled up to his knees and a ratty looking Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles t-shirt. Sparse, straw like hair peeked out from under a bright white sailor’s hat. “I know the ocean can be mean, but I didn’t see him take anything from you.”

“What do you know?” asked el Monstruo dismissively, stalking away.

“I know more than you can imagine,” called the thin man. “For example; I know what you are turning into.”

To the Conclusion

El Monstruo (Part Four)

El Monstruo let himself sink deeply into the warm bath water, but not so deep as to get his mask wet.  When he asked if he could use Rita’s bath tub, she insisted that he take the mask off. Despite himself, he told her that he would take it off. While he didn’t feel right about taking the mask off, he was starting to feel itchy; sometimes, it felt like the mask was crawling on his face. He tugged at the laces and pulled the mask off. How long has it been? Two months all ready. I wonder… El Monstruo pulled himself from the tub; dripping water, he walked to the mirror. Apprehensively, he looked at himself in the mirror.

Rita was sitting on the porch watching the tide coming in. She was proud that she stayed ‘just friends’ with el Monstruo. He was beautiful in his own way. He was tender and caring with children, and he had grown to be extremely gregarious since starting his job at the Freeky Tiki. Arouna had confided in Rita that he wasn’t sure if the burly man was the right fit for the restaurant. However, el Monstruo’s presence warded off any chances of drunken patrons starting a brawl and soon he found himself working in the kitchen. Rita was quite happy with the man that el Monstruo was becoming; Grant was meek and mousy, while el Monstruo was quite the opposite. Her quiet satisfaction was interrupted when she heard el Monstruo yell out.

Rita rushed into the seaside condo and rapped on the bathroom door urgently.

“What’s wrong!” she asked, praying that there was nothing wrong at all. El Monstruo didn’t answer. “El-Mo, what’s wrong? I heard you yell.” She put her ear to the door and could hear sobbing. Her imagination painted the picture of a suicide; in her mind’s eye, Rita imagined el Monstruo laying in her tub with his wrists cut deeply. She couldn’t bear the idea of him giving up when everything was going so well. She started to open the door and el Monstruo slammed it shut, dropping his weight against it. Rita pounded on the door desperately.

“You can’t see!” said el Monstruo pleadingly, “I need to put my mask back on.” El Monstruo grabbed his mask and slid it over his head once more. He wrapped a towel around himself and opened the bathroom door to see Rita with tears in her eyes. She threw her arms around his neck and sobbed. He folded his arms around her waist and held her close.

“I was so worried about you.” she said while weeping. “I thought you killed yourself. I was so worried!”

“I’m sorry,” replied el Monstruo, “I just took my mask off.” El Monstruo’s voice trailed off as he lost himself in Rita’s embrace. She smelled nice, like she was kissed by the sun and massaged by the sea breeze. She took her arms from around his neck and took a step away. To el Monstruo, it seemed like she had suddenly became wary and frightened. In truth, she felt his hardening manhood pushing at her from beneath the towel and realized what she was doing. When he saw her turn away, el Monstruo apologized even though he was unsure what he was apologizing for.

“No, you don’t need to apologize. It isn’t your fault. It’s my fault. I just…” Rita’s voice faltered and she felt herself starting to panic. She didn’t know what to say, so she didn’t say anything. The pair stood silently for a minute or more, searching for the right thing to say.

“This is awkward. I just don’t know what to say.” said Rita weakly.

“I’m sorry” responded el Monstruo, frustrating Rita. He turned to go back into the bathroom and Rita took a couple steps forward, and then she noticed that the mask was not tied. In the gaps between the laces, she saw that el Monstruo had black, curly hair and that his neck looked red in color. She stepped back, slightly shocked. El Monstruo shut the door and started to towel himself off. Rita tried to convince herself that el Monstruo’s skin wasn’t actually red under the mask. It’s just my imagination. He just Grant under that mask. But Grant didn’t have black hair.She was still thinking when el Monstruo came back out of the bathroom dressed in white linen shirt and pants.

“Thank you.” he said without much feeling. He tried to stride towards the door, but Rita stood in his way.

“What made you scream?” she asked him directly. Perhaps not the most tactful approach, but I need to know. I need to know what’s under that mask.

“Please don’t be afraid, and please, don’t tell anyone.” El Monstruo questioned his reasoning. He would show her what he saw, and hopefully she would still talk to him. Hopefully she will keep it secret. El Monstruo took off his mask, and Rita felt her knees buckle.

“What happened to you?” she asked as she studied el Monstruo’s face. It was deep red and his awkward smile exhibited a mouth filled with jagged fangs. A wiry beard was growing on his chin and his hair was matted. She could see tiny lumps emerging on his forehead.

“I don’t know.” said el Monstruo truthfully. Rita extended a hand to touch his face; her touch excited el Monstruo’s emotions. He hadn’t felt a woman’s hand on his face in so very long, however she withdrew her hand swiftly.

“Your face is scalding hot!” she exclaimed, trying to cool her hand by waving it about. El Monstruo’s head tipped downward and he felt something growing in his stomach. It was despair, hate, anger, and love all at once. He had truly become a monster; although he didn’t know how he became a monster, he knew how beautiful women usually treat monsters. He also knew how most stories about monsters normally ended. Rita considered what she should do next. She felt the urge to run from el Monstruo, but she also felt the need to help him. He looked at her sheepishly and simply said that he was sorry.  

To Part 5

El Monstruo (Part Three)

The wind flooded over el Monstruo’s body. Sitting on a rocky over hang, he watched the swirl and rush of the incoming tide. He kept his baggy white linen pants clean by balling up his shirt and using it as a cushion. His muscles were relaxed, yet his mind was stirring as wildly as the ocean. Without a job, he wouldn’t be able to stay in Little Arkham much longer. If he couldn’t pay his rent, he would have to move back in with his mother. El Monstruo began to feel like he was a failure, just like Julie said he was. El Monstruo thought back to when he was Grant, to when he had goals and a future.

He wanted to be a physical therapist; he wanted to help people like a doctor would, but he didn’t want to see too much blood too regularly. He wanted to see people overcome their problems through his help. Julie liked that; she liked just about everything about him. His head dropped into his hands as tears welled up in his eyes. She had always been there for him, and he had always been there for her, but yet that wasn’t enough. Their dates would turn slowly into debates and their debates would quickly become arguments. Most nights together involved at least a little yelling. There was love in their relationship, but it was insignificant compared to the animosity that always dwelled just under the skin. He was uncertain why he asked her to marry him.

Was it because I thought it would let us overcome the widening gulf between us? Was it because I truly thought that love would conquer all? Or was it just because I knew that she was the only woman that would ever dare love me

? The cool breeze washed over his sun warmed skin. I can’t stay here much longer, or I’ll get a sunburn. A shadow fell over him and he looked up to see Rita silhouetted by the sun.

“Hey there, hero. What’s good?” she asked flippantly as she sat next to him. She was a contrast to his bulky form: short and nearly skeletal, except for a tiny bulging belly. Her hair was short and she smelled like the sun. Her smile brought a smile to el Monstruo’s face.

“I’m not much of a hero, and there’s not much good going on. I’m gonna need to leave soon.”

“Why soon?” asked Rita with concern.

“Because I have only two-thousand dollars left in the bank. It’s enough for a couple months, but then I’d be broke. I can’t get another job at the shops, and unless I finish classes when the fall hits, I’m heading down bum road.” Rita wanted to hug her friend, to pull him close and tell him everything was going to be fine. However, she also wanted to keep her distance from him; while she cared for him, she didn’t want to suddenly become his rebound girl.

“You could always get a job at one of the bars. I heard Arouna talking about your fight at the four S, and was wondering if you’d come in and be a bouncer for him. You know how it gets down at his place.” said Rita with a smile. She didn’t know if it was the best suggestion, but she felt compelled to make it. El Monstruo considered her suggestion with his thumb and index finger rubbing his chin. Rita watched him closely. She wasn’t sure what the whole mask business was about, but she knew it had something to do with his break-up with Julie. He didn’t seem like he went insane, but she wondered just the same. The wondered if he was even safe to be around.

“I’ll go talk to him about it.” said el Monstruo at last. He looked into Rita’s honey-brown eyes and saw love there, or at least concern. He stood up and grabbed his shirt from the ground and slid his arms into it. He looked at Rita’s thin, long legs as they took in the sun’s rays. He furtively studied her small breasts until her eyes again met his. “I might as well get going now, right?”

“Right, I guess.” answered Rita, still smiling. He saw him looking at her and felt equally awkward and flattered. He seemed to like what he saw, but it was hard to tell with the mask. She abruptly stopped her thoughts from wandering down that path. She didn’t want to be the rebound girl, and she didn’t want to be the girl going out with the guy in the mask. She watched as he left, his shirt still unbuttoned and flapping in the breeze.

El Monstruo walked the mile and a half to the piers. He looked at the myriad of restaurants and tourist shops. It wasn’t terribly unlike the street of shops he had worked on before, though it was a younger crowd at the piers. He made his way through the jungle of tourists and found Arouna’s bar and grill, The Freeky Tiki. He looked at the ramshackle place that was frequented only by tourists and let out a sigh; the decor was tacky and outdated, but the drinks were cheap and the food was serviceable. The dimly lit dining area was empty, while the bar featured a couple of guys who seemed far too young to be drinking downing shot after shot of a clear liquor. He assumed it was Zima.

“Hey! Look who it is! The Monster himself. How are you big guy?” Arouna’s smile was wide and yellowy and his African accented words spilled together musically. The tall barman gave el Monstruo a pat on the back and a shake of the hand, guiding him to a table in the corner. A busty statue of a hula girl stared down at the pair as Arouna laid out the terms of employment. “You come in around five, sit down, watch the TV and look like a mean man. Then, if anyone starts shit, you stop it. I don’t care if you bust their heads, just don’t damage any of the decor. This stuff’s not cheap you know?” El Monstruo stared in disbelief at the last statement, his mouth nearly dropping open in shock.

“The pay is all right. Eight-seventy usually, more now because of the tourists and the trouble they bring. There’s a room for you if you need it, and you get anything on the menu at half price, just no drinks.” It was well known that while Arouna served the cheapest liquor in town, he never drank it. He also expected that none of his workers would either. Arouna leaned back and folded his hands behind his head as he reclined. “Sound good, big guy?” asked Arouna.

“I need a job, so yeah.” replied el Monstruo unenthusiastically. Concern flashed across Arouna’s face.

“You aren’t happy to be working here?” he asked.

“I just don’t know what I want.” replied el Monstruo truthfully.

“Well, God says that if you don’t know what to do, don’t do anything. Think on it, big guy. If it’s for you, then you’ll see that soon enough.”

“Yeah, but I need the job now.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” said el Monstruo, all ready eyeing the young drunks at the bar. His fists balled tightly and veins began to bulge on the back of his hands.

“You only start at five,” reminded Arouna, “and you only stop what people start. Got it?” El Monstruo’s fists relaxed as he stood up.

“Maybe you should card those guys at the bar?” suggested el Monstruo.

“I all ready did.” assured Arouna. “Their I.D.’s were fine enough.”

EL Monstruo leered at the guys at the bar with contempt. He asked where his room was and Arouna showed it to him. Might as well save a few bucks and stay here. The room was small, with a bed, a closet, a bathroom, and a television. It wasn’t much, but it would be home.

To Part 4