EIGHT: Tiger Shorts

EIGHT: Tiger Shorts

Gorgon didnt eat the crickets.

Honestly, it was a real head-scratcher. Alden had been so sure that the alien would actually eat them that hed bought thirty. Of all his ideas, this one was supposed to be the sure thing.

What was the difference between flies and crickets? They were live prey. They were insects. Neither were poisonous. Gorgon couldnt have come from a universe where they scorned all meat except for Musca domestica; that was just stupid.

Alden was baffled.

But even though he didnt eat the crickets, Gorgon did seem to likethem. When he thought Alden wasnt watching, he gave the bugs chirping on his desk in their plastic carrier a single, shockingly human smile. Then hed relocated them all, placing them in various potted plants scattered throughout the lobby.

For a time, Alden toyed with the idea that Gorgon might only be able to eat live prey hed hunted himself. But there was really no point in going down that path. Gorgon could have chased down the crickets after releasing them, but he didnt.

A couple of weeks later, their song still echoed around the lobby in the afternoons.

And if the alien needed his prey to be truly wildwell, it wasnt like Alden was likely to find an elk roaming the streets of Chicago. And he couldnt stomach the idea of baiting feral cats into the lobby. He had a semi-feral cat at home, and they got along well.

He kept at it, though. Every time he came to class he brought takeout containers full of random food for the alien. One vegan dish, one meat. So far he hadnt had any successes.

Maybe that fly had just annoyed Gorgon so badly that hed eaten it out of spite?

In early February, Alden dragged his friends into a carniceria that was becoming all too familiar and stared into the glass case, looking for inspiration.

You know, said Boe, while Alden checked the prices on tripe, I didnt want to bring this upbut dont you think youre focusing on this Gorgon thing so hard because youre trying to ignore something else?

Like what?

Boe looked uncharacteristically uncomfortable. Alden saw him exchange a glance with Jeremy, who cracked his knuckles and leaned back on his heels.

Boes talking about your friends funeral, said Jeremy. You gonna go?

Alden turned away from them. His breath fogged the glass on the cooler.

I dont think so. He tried to keep his voice casual. Shesits not like I knew anyone on Anesidora Island except for Hannah. Everyone who will be there was way closer to her than I ever was. I dont want to intrude.

You should go, said Jeremy.

You should, Boe agreed. Funerals are sucky by nature. I dont think you being there could make it better or worse for anyone else.

Right, said Jeremy. Nobody else will care if you go or not. But youll care. Youll be really pissed at yourself when you wake up the morning after and realize you missed the chance.

There was a long, painful pause. Alden didnt know how to respond.

And then youll go nuts and try to bust your demon pal out of prison, Boe said lightly. Chicago will turn into some kind of hell dimension, and well all die.

Jeremy glared at him.

It was getting way too serious. I couldnt take it anymore. He shrugged apologetically. They do tacos de lengua here, Alden. Theyre good. Get those. You can eat them for lunch when Gorgon rejects them.

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Wordchain class that day focused on the request for a trade of luck. It was the first one Aldens mother had ever taught him, the same one hed said in his heart when he was inside Hannahs bubble.

He always felt a little weird about performing this one, even though he knew it well.

Grumbling, he ate fried bologna and tried not to pick at all of the flaws in his life.

The overdue electric bill sitting on top of the microwave was not a disaster. The pile of dirty coffee mugs his aunt had left in the sink could be washed in a few minutes. The tiger-striped boxer shortsdefinitely not Aldens owncrumpled in a corner of the living room were kind of funny if viewed through a generous lens.

But Aldens lens wasnt generous this evening. He didnt know why. Usually he was really good at letting Aunt Connies chaos wash around him without touching him.

There was a mewing sound at the front door, and feeling relieved to be interrupted from his thoughts, he jumped up to let in the cat.

Hey, Victor. Youre gracing me with your presence tonight, huh? Whyd you go out there on such a cold nasty day, anyway?

The orange tomcat was named Victor because he was all scarred up. Alden liked to imagine hed been the victor of many battles.

The cat wove around his ankles, shedding obscene amounts of fur and meowing. Alden bent down to scratch him behind the ears.

Lets get you some dinner.

He opened the cabinet where he kept the cat food and frowned. It was missing. Hed definitely had several cans left, purchased from the same store as the crickets. Had his aunt moved them?

He searched cabinets and drawers. He looked inside the fridge again. He dug through the trash just in case his aunt had already fed the cat entirely too much food before she left and then thrown the cans out.

But there was nothing.

What the hell? Did she get confused and take them with her? He glanced at the boxers in the corner. Did tiger shorts steal my freaking cat food?

He grabbed his phone and texted his aunt.

Wheres the cat food?

She didnt answer right away, so he gave Victor a small piece of bologna. After his shower, he checked his messages again.

Aunt Connie? Cat food?

Still nothing.

Alden stood in his room, drying his hair with a towel, trying to be nonjudgmental. No way am I going to sleep anytime soon. Im too worked up. Might as well make a bad night worse, right?

It was as good a time to make a hard phone call as any. He grabbed his phone and pressed the sigil. He took a deep breath, then said, Call Clytem Zhao.

The System connected straight to the heros voicemail instead of to her directly. That was a relief at least. Alden wasnt prepared for a long heart-to-heart.

Keep it simple. Thats safest.

Hi, Ms. Zhao. This is Alden. Im sorry I took so long to get back to you. Id like to go to the funeral, if its not too much trouble for you to get me there. Thank you for offering.

He hung up.

There. Decision made. Now to do something to distract himself from feeling so many feelings.

Alden threw on a t-shirt, pulled a sweatshirt on over it, and grabbed the pillow from his bed. When he stepped out into the living room, the cat was there, sniffing the unwelcome underwear.

You want to go grab some tuna and meet somebody? Alden asked him.

Victor meowed.

Thats the spirit. How do you feel about demons?