《He-Thing and the Cabal of the Cosmos》What the Eyes See
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Dawn was breaking
when the ugly little girl
reached the factory town,
and silky green light
rising from the horizon
made the lead gray clouds
puffing from the smokestacks
gleam.
The ugly little girl was tired,
her legs ached,
and she was very sleepy.
Now that she had reached the town,
she was not sure
where she needed to go
or what she needed to do.
Where did she start?
Who would help her?
The guards at the town gate
eyed the ugly little girl with disgust,
but let her through.
In the central market square,
vendors were setting up their wares.
A little boy
tugged at his mother’s apron
as he pointed at the ugly little girl.
The merchant woman
looked up from her work,
and turned her head to spit,
muttering,
“She’s malformed,
that girl is.”
The ugly little girl
raised her hand to her face.
Was she really as ugly
as her father
and her five older sisters
had told her she was?
The ugly little girl drew the stares
of more of the townspeople.
She bent her head
to shadow her face,
but eyes
dangled around her
like hooks.
“Touched by the Black Owl,”
said an old man.
“Cursed...” someone murmured.
They were all looking at her,
distrust and revulsion in their faces,
a buzz of dread
spreading through the market.
The ugly little girl was afraid
and very tired.
All she wanted to do
was to lay down in her hay bed,
back in the barn of her father’s farm.
The ugly little girl was surrounded
by three teenaged boys,
their hands, faces, and clothes
dirty with oily soot.
“What do you think you’re doing here,
filthy curseling?” asked the biggest.
“You must be as stupid as you are ugly!”
The ugly little girl
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shivered in fear.
The big teenager punched her.
Shock ran down from her cheekbone
to her feet,
followed by pain,
she found herself
on her hands and knees
in the street.
The crowd was laughing.
She wished the boys were dead.
And in a moment, they would be.
She covered her face
as the boys kicked and spat at her,
their attacks rapid, chaotic.
Then — they stopped.
The ugly little girl looked up,
just as the three boys
simultaneously
clutched their heads,
screeching in pain
until
they exploded in great splashes
of steaming blood
and gooey ropes of burning flesh
that jumped into the air
before falling upon the stone street
in wet slaps.
The market crowd fled, screaming.
Everything quieted.
The ugly little girl
heard heavy footsteps behind her.
She heard a voice,
high-pitched, creeping,
but compassionate.
“It is alright, little girl.
You are safe now.”
She turned and saw
a tall, hulking figure,
hooded in purple and gray,
standing over her.
He reached out
a gloved hand,
and helped her to her feet.
“Tell me, little girl,” he said,
“What is your name?”
She spoke shyly. “Modanthia.”
“Ah,” the hooded figure said.
“I am Skullatroid.”
The ugly little girl looked up
at the hooded man’s face;
but he had no face —
only a fleshless skull,
grinning kindly at her.
“So, tell me,” said Skullatroid,
“What is such a pretty little girl
doing
in such a horrible place like this?”
The ugly little girl smiled, bashfully.
No one had called her pretty
before.
“I... I ran away from home.”
“No,” said Skullatroid,
taking her hand.
“You ran away to home.”
And they both disappeared
in a magical sphere
of golden light.
to be continued...
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