Eat'em: Chapter 4Chapter 4
The palpability of the Texas sun covered my skin like burning oil. Nothing prepared me for the dramatic change in climate when we arrived to the state by train two months prior. Even still, my body refused to adjust to the summer heat.
I sat in the back of Val’s ’04 mint green Mustang to make room for our neighbor, a short guy named Isaac. Overdressed, Isaac climbed into the car, parting a suit jacket as he sank into the front seat. He always wore a vest and scarves, even in the hundred-degree heat. His dark hair swooped to the side with a cavernous part about an inch over his right ear. He looked a few years older than my uncle and myself, and in spite of his flamboyant appearance, seemed worldlier than someone our age typically does.
“I loathe this one, Jacob,” Eat’em plugged his nose and pointed to Isaac with his tail. He crossed over the dash, hopped onto the center console, and leapt onto my lap in the back seat. He climbed my shoulde
Eat'em SynopsisAt 10-years-old, Jacob Brook awoke to a foot-tall crimson-quilled demon sitting on his night stand and shaking a bottle of Pepto-Bismol chewables. The imp offered itself as Jacob's eternal servant, best friend, and side kick, if only he would give it the delectable morsels encapsulated in the eloquent pink container. In hindsight, "I don't care, Eat'em" was a bad choice of words.
A decade later, Jacob (still partnered with the sugar-addicted Eat'em) sees things others can't. When exposed to even the smallest amount of adrenaline, Jacob is able to visualize the world on an almost molecular level, which is really only a problem with keeping a steady girlfriend. That is until the day he inadvertently walks in on a man violently attacking a woman. In fact, the man is biting her. And in an act of self-defense, Jacob is forced to kill in order to keep from being killed.
Except the man doesn't stay dead. According to a short article in the local paper, what Jacob expected to be a crime scene