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too proud before becoming
this thing, and now it was ten times worse. However, he wasn’t
stupid. If he didn’t leave, the police would shoot him on sight
just for looking the way he did, covered in dirt and blood and
flesh.   
    The guy by the car moved
an inch, moaned and groaned, and tried to catch his breath. There
it was again: the gasping sound. The two guys Santino hadn’t killed
were acting as he had when he’d first transformed. Maybe whatever
was in him was highly contagious—and dangerous.   
    Quickly he hauled the man
from the car and pulled the first guy up from the ground, and
dragged both to a nearby apartment building. Inside, people ran for
cover. He screamed and threw whatever was around until they got the
message: stay hidden. He was hungry, but first he needed to see if
these men were going to change as he had.   
    The foyer was empty but
too open, and there were security cameras. Santino pushed the
elevator button and tried to duck out of sight. He could hear the
police; they had reached the apartments. The hysterical witnesses
outside probably had tipped them off. Santino could hear the cops
taking the safety clips off their weapons and loading their
shotguns. He was amazed by his hearing, and by how many cops there
were—at least twenty-five standing outside, afraid to come in.
Maybe, he thought, he should roar to intimidate them a little
more.   
    But then the elevator
chimed, and Santino hurriedly dragged the barely breathing men
in.   
    “ Top
floor, buddies,” he said. His voice was very creepy to him. Was it
the blood that made it change like that? Santino pressed the button
for the twenty-fourth floor and waited until he reached the
twenty-first to press the emergency
button.   
    Santino noticed the men’s
fingers had changed colors as his hand had, so he knew their
transformation was almost complete.   Minions , he thought. He would have cronies, underlings, followers.
Or would they be more like babies, smaller extensions of him?
Santino waited for the men to grow their teeth—in his opinion the
worst part of the whole ordeal.   
    When it began, the two men
wailed as if awoken from a fitful dream. Like a father to a son,
Santino instructed the first guy to try to get up. Santino helped
him unfold his broken body and assisted him to his feet. The man
gasped for air, uncurled his fist, and examined his new claw-like
nails.   
    “ What am
I?” asked the man. Before, he’d had cream-colored skin and thick,
dark eyebrows that enhanced his inky-green eyes. His features had
grown dark in his transformation, and everything, including his
lips, was now a shade of dark purple.   
    “ You are
me,” responded Santino. He tried to pry open the man’s mouth, to
get a better look at his teeth, but was met with a nasty
bite.   
    “ Whoa . I’m not going to hurt you,”
said Santino. “Open your mouth and let me see your
teeth.”   
    “ Why do
you want to see?” asked the man hesitantly. “I feel funny. My
throat hurts, my gums hurts, my back hurts… I want to be left
alone.” He eyed Santino. “What’s your name? Where am
I?”   
    “ Not so
fast. I’ll tell you everything I know, which isn’t much, but only
after the other guy finishes. I don’t feel like repeating
myself.”   
    “ My name
is Kosner, and I’m a plainclothes police officer. If you let me go,
I promise, I won’t tell anybody what happened or whatever it is
you’re doing. I swear it. Just let me go. I have kids,
man.”   
    “ Enough,
dude. You’re older than me, and you’re acting like a little girl,”
Santino yelled. He wanted this guy just to shut up and listen. It
was as if he hadn’t heard a word Santino had said. “How do you
think your daddy feels about you sniveling and begging in front of
me right now?”   
    “ My
dad’s dead, man,” Kosner said in a hurt tone. He quieted down,
though, and slid to the floor next to the other man, who was
trembling in the corner.