Skin Game
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He frowned at me. What?
I finished dressing, reached into the duffel bag, and withdrew a block of oak wood. It had taken me most of a month and several botched attempts to get the proportions correct, but in the end I had finally managed to carve a modestly accurate replica of a human skull. Once Id gotten it carved, Id boned it with tools Id made from several curved and pointed sections of a deers antler Alfred had found for me, and then Id gone to work. Now, the wooden skull was covered in neat, if crowded, inscriptions of runes and sigils much like those on my staff.
Four months it took me to make this, I said, and held it out to Butters. I didnt know exactly who else was in the house, or how much they might hear, so I didnt want to mention Bob the Skull out loud. The adviser-spirit was far too valuable and vulnerable a resource to advertise. Give this to our mutual friend and tell him were even. Hell be able to tell you what to do with it.
Butters blinked several times. Is this . . . what I think it is?
I stepped closer to him and lowered my voice to a near whisper. A backup vessel for him, I confirmed. Not as nice as the one he has, but it should protect him from sunrise and daylight if he needs it. I made a deal with him. Im paying up.
Harry, Butters said. He shook his head slowly. Im sure hell be very pleased.
No, he wont, I snorted. Hell bitch and moan about how primitive it is. But hell have it, and thats the important thing.
Thank you, Butters said in a carefully polite tone, and slipped the wooden skull into his bag. Ill get it to him.
I blinked a couple of times. Uh, man? Are you okay?
He looked at me for a moment before turning back to the sink and continuing to wash things. Its been a long year, he said. And I havent slept in a while. Thats all.
That wasnt all. I mean, Im not exactly a social genius, but I could see that he was clearly anxious about something.
Butters? I asked.
He shook his head and his voice came out harder and cooler than I would have expected. You should probably stop asking, Harry.
Yeah, I should probably eat more vegetables, too, I said, but lets face it. That isnt going to happen. So whats up?
He sighed. Then he said, Harry . . . did you ever read Pet Sematary?
I frowned. Yeah, like, a long time ago . . . My stomach twisted a little. What are you saying exactly? You think I came back wrong?
You were dead, man, Butters said. People were . . . Look, whenyou were here, you were the sheriff in town, in a lot of ways. You died and things started moving on Chicago. Not just the Fomor. Ghouls have been lurking around. Stuff came out of Undertown. The vampires started putting people in their pockets. Even the straights started to notice. Molly did what she could, but the price she was obviously paying to do it . . .
I watched his face as he spoke. His eyes were focused out at a thousand yards, his hands moving more and more slowly. And your ghost showed up, and that was . . . you know. Weird. But we all figured that, hey, you hadnt lived like the rest of us. It figured you wouldnt die the same way, either.
Technically, it was more of a code-blue situation . . . , I began.
You didnt say that at the time, Butters said.
I opened my mouth and then closed it again. He was right. I hadnt. I mean, I hadnt known back then, but hed had a considerable amount of time to get used to the idea of me being an ex-wizard.
Then you show up again, when things are getting worse and worse, he said, smiling faintly. I mean, badass big brother Harry, back from the dead, man. I dont think you can know what that was like for us. Youve had the kind of power you have for so long, I think maybe youve got very little clue what it feels like to walk around without it. You dont know what it was like to sit there helplessly as bad things happened to people while you couldnt do more than fumble around and maybe help someone once in a blue moon. He let out a bitter little laugh. Oh, the skull could tell me all kinds of things. Im not sure that made it any better, knowing all about what was happening, without having the strength to do anything but slink around and do little things when you couldjust hardly ever when you wanted to.
Butters, I said.
He didnt hear me. And then to suddenly see that protector back, when you thought he was gone for good, when things were getting even worse. He shook his head, his eyes welling. It was like an IV of pure hope, man. Superman had his cape again. The sheriff was back in town.
I bowed my head. I was pretty sure I knew what was next, and I didnt like it at all.
Except . . . you werent back in town, were you, he said. You stayed out on Creepy Island. You didnt do anything. And then Molly was gone, too, so we didnt even have that going for us. Will and Georgia both got put in the hospital last year, you know. For a while we werent sure they were going to make it. They have a little girl now. She almost wound up an orphan. Everyones lost someone over the past couple of years, or knows someone who has. And you stayed on Creepy Island.
I finished dressing, reached into the duffel bag, and withdrew a block of oak wood. It had taken me most of a month and several botched attempts to get the proportions correct, but in the end I had finally managed to carve a modestly accurate replica of a human skull. Once Id gotten it carved, Id boned it with tools Id made from several curved and pointed sections of a deers antler Alfred had found for me, and then Id gone to work. Now, the wooden skull was covered in neat, if crowded, inscriptions of runes and sigils much like those on my staff.
Four months it took me to make this, I said, and held it out to Butters. I didnt know exactly who else was in the house, or how much they might hear, so I didnt want to mention Bob the Skull out loud. The adviser-spirit was far too valuable and vulnerable a resource to advertise. Give this to our mutual friend and tell him were even. Hell be able to tell you what to do with it.
Butters blinked several times. Is this . . . what I think it is?
I stepped closer to him and lowered my voice to a near whisper. A backup vessel for him, I confirmed. Not as nice as the one he has, but it should protect him from sunrise and daylight if he needs it. I made a deal with him. Im paying up.
Harry, Butters said. He shook his head slowly. Im sure hell be very pleased.
No, he wont, I snorted. Hell bitch and moan about how primitive it is. But hell have it, and thats the important thing.
Thank you, Butters said in a carefully polite tone, and slipped the wooden skull into his bag. Ill get it to him.
I blinked a couple of times. Uh, man? Are you okay?
He looked at me for a moment before turning back to the sink and continuing to wash things. Its been a long year, he said. And I havent slept in a while. Thats all.
That wasnt all. I mean, Im not exactly a social genius, but I could see that he was clearly anxious about something.
Butters? I asked.
He shook his head and his voice came out harder and cooler than I would have expected. You should probably stop asking, Harry.
Yeah, I should probably eat more vegetables, too, I said, but lets face it. That isnt going to happen. So whats up?
He sighed. Then he said, Harry . . . did you ever read Pet Sematary?
I frowned. Yeah, like, a long time ago . . . My stomach twisted a little. What are you saying exactly? You think I came back wrong?
You were dead, man, Butters said. People were . . . Look, whenyou were here, you were the sheriff in town, in a lot of ways. You died and things started moving on Chicago. Not just the Fomor. Ghouls have been lurking around. Stuff came out of Undertown. The vampires started putting people in their pockets. Even the straights started to notice. Molly did what she could, but the price she was obviously paying to do it . . .
I watched his face as he spoke. His eyes were focused out at a thousand yards, his hands moving more and more slowly. And your ghost showed up, and that was . . . you know. Weird. But we all figured that, hey, you hadnt lived like the rest of us. It figured you wouldnt die the same way, either.
Technically, it was more of a code-blue situation . . . , I began.
You didnt say that at the time, Butters said.
I opened my mouth and then closed it again. He was right. I hadnt. I mean, I hadnt known back then, but hed had a considerable amount of time to get used to the idea of me being an ex-wizard.
Then you show up again, when things are getting worse and worse, he said, smiling faintly. I mean, badass big brother Harry, back from the dead, man. I dont think you can know what that was like for us. Youve had the kind of power you have for so long, I think maybe youve got very little clue what it feels like to walk around without it. You dont know what it was like to sit there helplessly as bad things happened to people while you couldnt do more than fumble around and maybe help someone once in a blue moon. He let out a bitter little laugh. Oh, the skull could tell me all kinds of things. Im not sure that made it any better, knowing all about what was happening, without having the strength to do anything but slink around and do little things when you couldjust hardly ever when you wanted to.
Butters, I said.
He didnt hear me. And then to suddenly see that protector back, when you thought he was gone for good, when things were getting even worse. He shook his head, his eyes welling. It was like an IV of pure hope, man. Superman had his cape again. The sheriff was back in town.
I bowed my head. I was pretty sure I knew what was next, and I didnt like it at all.
Except . . . you werent back in town, were you, he said. You stayed out on Creepy Island. You didnt do anything. And then Molly was gone, too, so we didnt even have that going for us. Will and Georgia both got put in the hospital last year, you know. For a while we werent sure they were going to make it. They have a little girl now. She almost wound up an orphan. Everyones lost someone over the past couple of years, or knows someone who has. And you stayed on Creepy Island.
