The Boy and What He Made Me
By Zoe Cannon
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In my first memory, I was nine years old. That's when I looked into the boy's eyes and saw a monster reflected there. That's when I knew I could be something other than a killer. Maybe even something close to human.
He thinks I'm like him. He doesn't know how I've kept him safe all his life. And he doesn't see the danger my past is about to bring down on both of us.
This short story is 9600 words long. It is also available in Lonely Streets, an urban fantasy short story collection.
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The Boy and What He Made Me - Zoe Cannon
The Boy and What He Made Me
Zoe Cannon
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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and events are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.
The Boy and What He Made Me
In my first real memory, I was nine years old.
Before that, everything was red. The red of the blood pounding in my veins, clouding my vision as my adrenaline spiked. The red of the bodies of our prey, mine and my mother’s, spread out in front of us as we bent our heads to eat. The red of our muzzles, after, and the sharp tips of our claws.
The humans had no words for us. No one who lived to see us survived to tell any stories. All the humans knew was that they should be afraid of the tall furred thing in the shadows, hunched over with arms that dragged along the ground. And of the stranger who smiled too brightly, with teeth that gleamed in sharp points and skin that didn’t fit right.
We had no words for ourselves, either. For us, there was no language, and no sense of time. The only time we ever acted with forethought was when we wore our disguises to walk among our prey. Our only before-and-after was the before of our bellies burning with hunger, and the after when they were filled with raw meat and we could fall into a deep dreamless sleep in our cave. There were others of us out there, I knew, but in our cave it was just my mother and me. We would sleep curled against each other, breathing in the comforting smell of old blood on each other’s fur.
But that day when I was nine—although I didn’t understand the concept of age back then—something broke in my mind, and rearranged itself into new patterns. It was the boy who did it. Stefan, although I didn’t know his name then. It had never occurred to me that prey could have names, or lives, or thoughts. Needless to say, I didn’t understand the concept of camping, either. All I knew was that four humans smelling like rich, fatty meat had wandered into our forest without us having to go looking for them, as humans often did, and that they would be easy pickings as long as we steered clear of their fire.
And all I could process of that moment, all that remained of the memory even twenty years later, was this: in the instant before I shrugged off the borrowed skin, before the family’s curiosity at a pair of strangers wandering into their campsite turned to screams and futile attempts to flee, the boy met my eyes. And in his eyes, I saw a mirror. He was a child, like me. Walking in the footsteps of a parent, like