The dog, if you could even call it that, was enormous. Cerberos had a wide and stout body like that of a pit bull’s, except this body stood at least ten feet tall. The three, fear-invoking heads, rose a few feet higher. Its skin was completely hairless, the dark, leather-like material stretched taut over sinew, muscle, and bone. Teeth as long and sharp as daggers emerged as each of the heads pulled back its ugly black lips in a show of hatred. Each head reminded James of a decomposing Doberman; ears flat back in agitation, black pits for eyes. The middle head barked a low bass-filled roar. He could feel the rumble in the pit of his stomach. Eliza was trembling uncontrollably in his arms. No doubt a hint of the hallucinogen still lingered in her veins. “Don’t look,” he murmured. She complied and buried her face into his shoulder. “My god . . .” Blakeney whispered fearfully, more to himself than anyone. “Cerberos. But . . . it can’t be.” He was beside himself. “We . . .” He swallowed
The setting sun created a beautiful mosaic of reds, oranges, yellows, and violets as James stared across the waterfront. As the light played across the water as if flames were dancing on the current, he thought about all that had changed in the past few months. He had set out on just another fork in life, or so he thought, but now he had discovered more about himself than he had ever known. He’d also gained more of a family than he had ever had before. His heart had grown as if by magic, and he cared for more people than he ever thought possible. James breathed a heavy sigh. That train of thought brought the tearful goodbye with Eliza this morning to the forefront of his mind. She had been through more than any one person should ever have to go through, kidnapped, tortured, and in fear for her life. He tried to be helpful and sympathize with her, but in truth he knew he couldn’t even begin to scratch the surface of what she had been through. He just didn’t have any experiences to com
“Boom, boom, boom,” the bass blasted from the speakers drawing everybody in the room into a rhythmic trance. As the beat pulsed and vibrated through his bones like the strikes of a war drum, his turquoise-blue eyes raked the dance club hoping against hope to spot a new object of desire. Seeing a possibility, the young man put a hand up to ruffle his sandy blonde hair, swallowed back his nerves, took a deep breath, and made his way through the throng knowing that tonight was going to be a productive night. He saddled up to the bar and turned to his left. “Can I buy you a drink?” he asked the raven-haired beauty. She was resting against the polished metal countertop in a suggestive way: all hips and attitude; she wore a skin-tight black dress that came down to her knees and left little to the imagination. A slight smile broke across her face as her eyes took him in, but then slowly, sarcastic indulgence washed out all else from her expression. “Maybe next time, sweetheart,” she
Icy cold sheets of rain and sleet lashed against his skin, soaking him through and through, sending a numbing chill deep into his bones. As the frozen winds slammed against him and sent him hurtling through the dark, ominous cloud banks, his nervous system threw itself into overdrive, every inch of his body screaming out for mercy. He had just passed from one dense copse of clouds to the next—in barely more than the blink of an eye—when he felt it. It was sudden and subtle, but the change was there all the same. He could sense the ions charging up in the atmosphere like a battery getting ready to explode; the air enveloping him smelled of copper and rust. Like the blades of a turbine engine revving up, the energy built and increased to the breaking point, when an eerie calm fell over everything. He was still free-falling through the clouds, but in that moment the world had become silent, still, peaceful. Just as he emerged from the last bit of cloud cover, the barr
After dinner, James quietly cleaned the dishes, waiting for the unknown visitor to show up. He hadn’t said much to anyone throughout dinner, just sat there lost in his thoughts. Joey had tried numerous times to break the silence with a few jokes, but when he hadn’t received much response, he ate in silence as well. He must have been able to tell there was something going on with James and Karen, since they barely looked at each other, but he refrained from asking what it was, probably knowing he wouldn’t receive an answer. But then, as if reading Joey’s thoughts, Karen had said, “James has a visitor coming to speak with him after dinner, so I need everyone to help clean up and to be on their best behavior.” Subdued mumbles of agreement around the table. Joey blinked his eyes, as if he were about to cry, but before he could say anything Karen continued, “And Joey, I’ll need you to watch the twins in their room so they won’t be in the way while James and I speak wit
Early morning sunlight filtered through the blind-covered window as James sat on his bed waiting for Karen, Joey, and the twins to return from Sunday morning mass. He had stayed home to finish packing and was now just waiting to say his goodbyes before Blakeney swung by to pick him up. Nervousness and anxiety coursed through him as he studied the school pamphlet for what seemed like the hundredth time. What will the students be like there? Will I even fit in? He kept wondering. It’s not like I’ll be leaving again in a few more months, like every other school. I’ll be finishing out this year and all of next. He sighed. Well, I guess I’ll get through it just like every other time—make a few friends and trudge it out the best I can. Changing track, he thought about when he broke the news to Joey yesterday and how the normally comic, easygoing boy had actually cried for a bit. James hadn’t known how much the younger boy had really thought of him as an older brother. That conversation
From what little he had seen of the school, James couldn’t quite describe the overwhelming atmosphere of it all. The main hall was much more massive than he thought it would be. The whole situation felt utterly surreal, as if at any moment he would wake up and be back at Karen’s with Joey banging on the door wanting to hang out. But, no, James knew this was not a dream; it was just beyond anything he had ever expected to experience. “Ready?” Blakeney said. “Huh?” James started, noticing that they had pulled into a small parking lot in the midst of massive trees. He shook his head to clear it. “Oh, yeah . . . right, I’m good to go.” “Great. Come on, then,” said Blakeney, laughing softly. They climbed out of the car and made their way onto a small cobblestone path a patch of trees. The large branches shadowing the path blocked the view, but he could see emerald green grass just beyond the edge of the trees and glimpses of some kind of immense, white building with pillar
After leaving Blakeney’s office, the pair made their way straight down the first hall to a nondescript wooden door, which the older man opened to reveal some kind of grand entryway. Right in the middle of the beautiful, white marble flooring was a fountain with a statue of a nude woman—maybe Aphrodite? James thought—and winged cherubs shooting water out of their mouths across her sprawled frame. The walls weren’t paneled with wood, but instead retained the same white granite as the exterior. Here, unlike the unadorned exterior, exquisite painted carvings of cherubs, laurels, heavenly bodies, and lounging figures graced the walls at what at first seemed random. The more James stared in wide-eyed wonder, the more he recognized the pattern of it all. The cherubs were dancing in the air around the bodies, throwing laurels at their feet while the reclined figures themselves seemed to be studying representations of the stars and planets. It was like nothing he had ever seen be