Molly was in love with the feeling of her squirm. Her struggles
against her impregnable jaws. The way her body was slurped down her
esophagus, bulging out in her throat, before landing in her stomach
to be digested away. A part of Molly did have to admit she felt a
little bad; Vivian was always kind to her, and during Molly’s first
day at school, Vivian offered to show her some of the ropes and talk
to her during lunch. She was a good friend, and it was useful having
a friend who was an upperclassman. But it was far more useful to have
a friend willing to stay behind after school with Molly for a rooftop
excursion, only to be jumped, bound, and gagged before she was made
to serve her final true purpose. It made no difference, Molly
thought. All the better to sate her master.
The Twilit Hour was
already waning. A few clouds were drifting along the sky, obscuring
the moonlight. Darkness was taking over. It was time to get home.
Usually, Molly wouldn’t be out so late, however today luck was on
her side. Her mother had to work late, and her sister had already
confided in her that she planned to drive to the city with friends
this evening. She was free and clear.
“Oh God!”
Garnet arched her back as she cackled to the sky. “We have got
to do that again! Where did you get that?! I wanna eat the next
one! How did she taste? Tell me!” She grabbed Molly’s shoulders,
and Molly giggled a bit at her touch. She politely removed Garnet’s
hands before responding.
“I’ll show you
later. Right now, I’ve gotta get home. It’s a bit of a long walk,
but shouldn’t be too bad.”
Sofia was chewing a
bit of lose skin off the edge of her thumbnail. “You know,” she
said between bites. “I’ve got a cousin who would love this
stuff.”
Molly cringed. “No,
nobody else. Just us for now.”
Molly exchanged
pleasantries and hugs with Garnet and Sofia before reluctantly
shooing them away. Suddenly, she was alone on the rooftop.
She pulled out the
bottle. It was now completely empty. Shrugging, she trotted to the
side of the parapet and chucked it over, where she could only hope it
landed in the recycling dumpster. Then she darted to the door,
pulling it closed behind her, finally safe away from the cold and the
wind.
“Ah…” Molly
sighed in relief. She squatted on a step and felt around for the
lock, but it was nowhere to be found.
“Hm?” Molly
flattened her hands on the steps. She checked the top-most step, then
the next one down. She swiped all along the dusty surface from top to
bottom, yet there was no lock. She poked her head out the rooftop
door, thinking she may have accidentally brought it out with her, but
she saw nothing.
Well, this was a bit
of a problem. She had stayed behind expressly to put the lock back on
the door, after all. Cover their tracks, that sort of thing.
Molly closed herself
back inside, and she wondered. Technically, she hadn’t been the one
to enter the padlock keycode. One of her friends did – Garnet,
probably. They likely knew where it was.
Molly sighed,
content again. And she trotted downstairs through a somewhat acrid
scent but paid it no mind. She skipped down the hall, her cottony
blue cardigan flowing like a spring dress behind her. She reached the
lobby – Mr. Guttierez was just finishing up a final sweep.
“Hola
Señor Gutiérrez. ¿Qué pasa?”
When he laid eyes on
Molly’s skipping frame, the tough and hardened expression on his
face as he wielded the broom melted. “Molly, ¿cómo estás?”
Then, he got an odd
look. Mr. Guttierez started again: “¿Sabés que tu hermana te está
buscando?”
Molly stopped
skipping. “¿Q-qué?”
Mr. Guttierez
pointed to the door.
Molly dashed up to
the window and stood on her tippy toes to look out of it. Sure
enough, Alexis’s car was right there in the nearest parking space.
Molly’s heart
dropped. She reached in her cardigan’s pocket for her phone. It was
silent. She hoped against hope she wouldn’t see the message she
knew she was going to see: Yo Mol-Mol. Im outside <3
Molly glanced back
at Mr. Gutierrez. “Gracias!” And she raced out, having to brace
her shoes against the floor to get enough force to push the double
doors open.
***
The lock.
I’d been staring
at it for a long time. Or, it felt that way, at least.
The first waves of…
whatever cocktail of emotions I was feeling at the moment… had only
just begun to subside. But when I looked at the lock, it came
flooding back. I hadn’t even realized it was still in my hands. But
as far as I knew, it was an artifact. Proof that whatever that was…
it was real. On some level.
The lock still felt
cold.
I cupped it in both
my hands. I rubbed them together with the lock in between, letting
the vague metallic feel and smell of it intermingle with my fingers.
What was that? What
did I just see?
I leaned back in the
seat, staring at my own reflection in a crooked rearview mirror.
Let’s start with the basics.
I saw Molly. There
was no doubt about it.
Okay… let’s
reconcile this. She’s Molly. Whatever she was doing up
there, she must’ve had a good reason.
Well, idiot, what
was she doing there, then? You saw pretty much everything,
didn’t you?
My stomach churned
the more I forced myself to recall. But it wasn’t something I could
etch out of my brain. I saw them… Molly and two girls… I was
already recalling. They were some of Molly’s friends. Sofia, the
tall, blond one. Soft-spoken, and very pretty, but a bit of an alt
vibe about her. And Grace…? N-no… Garnet. The shorter, excitable
one.
Then I realized.
That must’ve been it! That must’ve been the key! Those
girls… those girls… whatever it was they were doing… they
must’ve made Molly do it. Peer pressure! Nobody pressures my little
sister into doing anything except me!
I was all ready to
formulate a game plan and put an end to this madness when I felt
another needle stick its way into my chest. I hadn’t even addressed
the biggest issue at play, here.
Did I… just… see
somebody… shrink?
Like, get small? Was
that what I witnessed?
I wanted to say no,
file this for later, and never worry about it ever again. But it was
either that, or in the two seconds I looked away, that writhing girl
on the ground quite literally vanished into thin air. It scares me
that I didn’t know which one was the more terrifying possibility.
My mind was a
shattered vase of a million different ideas and thoughts, fears. I
had to reconcile all of these or else I’d go fucking insane.
But the only person with whom I’d ever feel comfortable talking
about any of this was…
The passenger side
door opened.
I yelped, and the
lock dropped from my hands onto the floor, sliding a bit on the
weather mat.
“Heya!” came
that sweet saccharine voice I knew all too well.
Molly slid into the
passenger seat and closed the door behind her. She missed my slight
scream in the noise. I sighed.
“Hey, Molly.” I
tried my best to speak normally, but I let a single voice crack slip.
“Sorry… I was at
a club meet, and I forgot to tell you.” She put on a truly
remorseful, pouty face that made me want to confess to her every sin
I’d ever committed.
“It’s fine, Mol…
let’s just… go home.”
I put the car in
reverse, backed out, and put her in drive.
The ride home was
nothing but Molly asking questions and me answering. Tersely. “How
was your day?” “Good.” “Did Mom ask you to pick me up?”
“Yes.” “Do you wanna go to Bruster’s this weekend?”
“Maybe.” I could tell her plan – she was trying to wear me
down. She thought I couldn’t resist those scrumptious cheeks and
that toothy grin she liked to put on. And she was absolutely right.
My responses were becoming less curt, and in that last leg of the
trip I realized – quite spontaneously – we had a bona fide
conversation on our hands. I felt my grip on the steering wheel
slacken as we drove into the night. My heart was slowing down. I was
pushing the images of what I saw out of my mind. This was my sister,
the perfect sister. The most delicious human being in the
whole entire world. Nothing could ever make me stop loving her. I was
keen to believe it was a misunderstanding… maybe I’d ask her
about it once we get home.
It wasn’t long
before we did. I pulled into our carport while Molly was telling me
about a joke someone made in class, and I felt more relaxed than
ever.
I let out a long,
hard-won sigh…
“So, Molly,” I
asked.
“Mm hmm?” she
replied, doing that thing she did where she purses her lips while
waiting to answer a question.
“Well, I saw–”
BZZZZZZZ!
BZZZZZZZ!
“Shit!
Mom!” I said. When I realized my mistake, I looked at Molly
guiltily. “Uh, I mean, uh, I –”
“I’m familiar
with ‘shit’,” Molly said, with air quotes.
I smirked. “Alright
you little pottymouth.” I reached out to pat her bundle of hair
when my ears were pierced by a very different sound that accompanied
my phone’s vibration. It wasn’t Mom at all.
“What the hell…?”
I said to myself, and I reached into my pocket to grab my phone.
AMBER ALERT.
VICTIM IS VIVIAN GRAY, AGE THIRTEEN, DESCRIPTION TALL WITH CHERRY
BLONDE HAIR, GREEN EYES. SUSPECT UNKNOWN. LAST KNOWN LOCATION IS
DALTON MIDDLE SCHOOL, IF OBSERVED CALL 9-1-1
I let the phone
vibrate in my hands a few more times as I read it over and over
again. And over again.
Molly’s phone rang
too; she fished it out her cardigan and was greeted by the same
alert. “Oh gosh!” Molly exclaimed. “I know her!”
“Do you?” I did
not turn to look at Molly.
“Mm hmm!” She
sniffed. “I hope she’s okay…” She looked back at me. “So,
you were saying something?”
I glanced at her.
Her face had returned to neutrality.
“What was I
saying?” I asked.
“Ya knooow? You
were saying you saw…” she waved her hands around for
emphasis. She really wanted to know what it was I had seen.
I shook my head.
“Shoot. I don’t know… slipped my mind.”
“Oh.”
We sat in the car,
idle, for about a minute.
“You can go
inside, Molly. I’ll chill out here for a bit.”
“You sure?”
Molly shifted her eyes.
“Yeah.” I shut
the car off. “Get in quick before you catch cold.”
Molly squinted, and
she hopped out, trotting to the front door. She turned her key, then
looked back at me briefly before ducking inside.
Once she was out of
sight, I picked up the lock again, and I stuffed it inside the center
console.
Something had
happened tonight. I don’t know what… but I know Molly knows. I
don’t know if she knows that I know… but I know she knows. And I
was going to find out what.
***
Molly finished
putting the bow in her hair and took a glance in the mirror. She did
a little twirl, her denim jacket swirling outward. Matching sisters,
she thought. She darted out of her room and into the hallway,
illuminated by a bit of sun streaming through a window in the living
room. She reached the end and rapped her knuckles on the door.
The muffled heavy
metal on the other side stopped.
“Who is it?!”
Molly rolled her
eyes. “It’s me! Molly!”
“Molly? Oh,
shit –”
CRASH!!
“SHIT, DAMMIT,
uh–”
The door unlocked,
and Alexis poked her head out and looked around suspiciously.
Intoxicant fumes wafted out from the opening. Through the slit in the
door, Molly could see the tall speaker next to her bed had been
knocked over, and it was easy to deduce she wasn’t wearing any
pants.
“You ready to go?”
Molly said.
“Go… where?”
Alexis asked.
Molly felt something
in her chip away. “To… the bakery? Remember? You said we were
going to get some of those pound cakes? Remember?”
Alexis’s
countenance flashed. She closed her eyes in a brief lament and put a
palm on her forehead. “That was today… listen… I’ve…
I’ve got… an appointment – interview. Today. I can’t go.”
She tried to close
the door, but Molly planted her foot inside before she could. It was
bare; Alexis yelped, and the door stopped nanometers away from
crushing her delightful sister’s ankle.
“Even you don’t
believe what you’re saying. We’ve been planning this since last
week! Why are you doing this? Why are you avoiding me?!” Molly
couldn’t help it. She started to tear up.
“M-molly!”
Alexis tried to explain. As much as she wanted to take Molly inside
to console her, Molly knew she wasn’t allowed in while Alexis was
“lighting up”, quote unquote. “Why would you think that? I’m
not –”
“Yes, you are…”
Molly sniffed. “Y-you were gone all day yesterday. You said you
were going to take me to a movie… but by the time you came back,
the theater was closed…”
“Well yeah, I’m
sorry! But–”
“And Friday, after
we got home, I wanted to play some Mario Kart with you, like w-we
always do, on Fridays, together… I wanted to cheer you up since you
couldn’t go out with your friends…” Molly wiped her face on her
sleeve, perhaps as a preventative measure. She hadn’t loosed a
single tear quite yet. “But you just went to sleep. You didn’t
even say anything when I knocked on your door.”
“Okay, Molly…
I’m sorry, but –”
“A-and… when I…
enter the room…” Her beleaguered grievances were broken up by
intermittent sniffles. “You… you… always… leave… even when
I… go to the porch… and sit next to you… you always…” Molly
trailed off and looked down at the carpet.
“I… seriously?”
Alexis sounded genuinely confused.
Molly nodded.
“I never noticed
that…” Alexis pondered. “Look… Molly… I just need a bit of
time. I’m trying to handle some things. And try as I might, I just
can’t focus when you’re around being so dang funny and adorable.”
Molly cracked a
smile.
“So, wait for me,
alright? I’ll be back before you know it. And… next week,
I’ll make sure to take you along with me to the bakery so you can
pick out an extra-large poundcake. My treat.”
Alexis gave a soft
smile, and she closed the door gently. The burnt smell dissipated in
the air.
Molly stood at her
door for a few moments. Then, she sullenly turned in place and
trodded back to her room, sore, rejected, and dejected. She closed
her door behind her and turned the lock. She took off her denim
jacket and hung it up in her closet before plopping on the made
twin-sized bed with her feet suspended off past the edge.
Molly pulled her
phone out from beneath her and opened up her texts.
Garnet had sent her
several over the past 48 hours.
HEYYYY
BESTIE THAT WAS SO FUN LETS DO IT AGAIN :DD
my body
has been shaking sooo much.. its still inside me i think
pleeez we
have to do one this weekend!! i dont thinnk I can wait a hole school
week.. i can go myself if i i have too.. just tell me were it is
my head
hurts
help
i took
some advil so i shoud be good.. is this how u felt the first time
you did it??
Molly flipped
face-side up and put a hand on her tummy. Molly could almost trace
the exact moment in her life when she felt the beginning symptoms of
withdrawal. She was in her Mom’s car on the way home from a
perfectly uneventful day of school when suddenly, it felt as if the
world had been about to collapse inward, and Molly was the only one
who could sense it. She had to pull her hood up over her face – in
that way children sometimes do – so her mother wouldn’t suspect
anything from her distraught expression. The moment the car was put
in park, Molly bolted out, launched into the house, and locked
herself in her room waiting for the pains to subside.
Molly shook her
head. She’d warned Garnet, of course, but either way, she wouldn’t
wish the sensation on her worst enemy. All that mattered now though
was that as long as they reconvened in a timely manner, the feelings
of withdrawal would lessen. At least, that’s how it worked for her
and Sofia.
Speaking of which…
Hey.
Garnet texted me. Shes kind of freaking out. Check up on her soon.
Im feeling
it too, by the way. But I should be fine. How are you holding up?
Also,
whats your schedule like for next week? We should hold off on
picking out more students, but I can probably trick some travelers
at the hotel into following me. Should be easy enough :)
Molly sighed as she
locked her arms in place, holding her phone above her. The girls were
okay, at least.
She sat up. At least
they were still acting normal. Relatively.
Molly slammed her
head into her pillow. She tried to put Alexis’s behavior out of her
mind. She’s an adult; Molly’s a child. It wasn’t an ideal
scenario for either of them, and Alexis has a bunch of weird adult
needs and feelings that Molly’s only read about in books. For the
moment, Molly had to focus on herself.
She thought about
Friday night.
She thought about
the way she lowered Vivian onto her tongue.
She thought about
her spindly body, squirming between her fingertips.
She thought about
the way her tongue sampled her taste, how utterly delicious she was
before it enveloped her, and sucked her down into Molly’s guttural
esophagus.
Her sweet taste, so
immaculate. She was a sweet girl, after all. Strange. Molly’s
greatest fear was the guilt. The idea that she’d hate herself after
performing such a thing to someone who had once done her a great
kindness.
But now…
After coming to
know… it…
She hadn’t even
felt the tiniest smidge of guilt.
It was quite simple
calculus, really. Molly’s belly – as well as her friends’ –
had been transformed into a sacrificial pyre. A fiery cauldron,
identical in every way to the mere food repository it had once been,
with the noted difference that all those sent down had only one
purpose… to sate it.
It wasn’t just
their stomachs, of course. It was everything. Every part of Molly…
since that first day… had changed. Everything she did, it was now
in service to it. Each part of her body hid something beneath the
surface, something that shimmered and shied away from the light of
day… but seemed to stir at the very border between day and night.
Of course, she was
still roughly the same Molly. She still loved poundcake. She still
loved Ariana Grande. She still thought that cranberry juice had been
invented expressly to punish death row inmates. It was just, the
scope of Molly’s understanding of both herself and the world around
her had broadened, and where she once floundered helplessly for any
sort of purpose, any type of greater reason for existing… now she
knew. It was freeing. It was mesmerizing to finally understand the
sure reality and, more than that, to understand exactly what she had
to serve and how she was meant to serve it, as well as the rewards
for carrying out her duty.
And what rewards
they were.
Molly thought more
about Sofia’s offer. And she began to draft a message.
***
I haven’t been
able to sleep.
My look currently
was waffling somewhere between “eastern European grandma”, “swamp
witch”, and “Chipotle burrito”. I wrapped the throw blanket
around my shoulders a bit tighter and slid my feet a tad closer
together on the edge of the chair.
The truth is, I
hated it. I hated telling Molly “No”. It just wasn’t in my DNA,
and the consequences of that rejection had eaten at me all the way
into the wee hours of the night. She had a power over me, and she’s
a far better person than I because there is no way I wouldn’t abuse
that power if our roles were reversed. But despite wanting to
spend time with her, memories of that night come flooding back every
time I look at her. And with those memories, so too does my nausea.
I took a munch out
of my Hot Pocket before looking back at the monitor screen. 12:37
A.M.
I refreshed the
page.
The Dalton Star news
article reporting Vivian’s disappearance was still exactly the
same. There’s no sort of information or leads. She just vanished
into thin fucking air.
A part of me knew
how goddamn insane this must look. I’ve never even met the girl. I
had no clue what she even looked like before the news websites
plastered her face on the Missing Persons’ column. She was just the
latest in a line of random, disconnected disappearances of gullible
young people. There is no reason I should care about her. There is no
connection between her life and mine. None.
No connection.
Except Molly.
At first, I was
tricking myself into thinking I was somehow doing this for Molly.
Trying to track down information on someone she knew. Someone she
cared about. I really really wanted to believe that’s what I
was doing. I still do. And it makes me feel like an absolute monster
whenever I run the numbers in my brain and realize it. Realize there
was a simple solution staring me in the face, one that explained
everything. I tried to escape it, I tried to beat the reality of it
out of my mind.
I was scared. Of
Molly.
Shit. Even now, it
sounds like the world’s worst joke. I hadn’t done a great job at
picking up the pieces of my brain that shattered outside the school
gates, but after several sleepless nights to ponder it, I could only
think about how that was Molly’s face out there. How she looked
like she was absolutely relishing what it was she was doing. How the
person they had tied up down there looked sorta like Vivian,
if you squint, though I admit I never got a good look at her face.
How she disappeared. How she disappeared. How she disappeared. How
she –
The mouse onscreen
was jittering.
My hands were
shaking.
I tried to chalk it
up to just nerves. Just the drugs. Just the surprise at finally
seeing my little sister doing bad things for once. I would look into
her eyes, and I would feel her love. I would feel her sweetness. And
my anxiety would wash away. But then. I’d look too deeply
into her eyes. And there’s something. I don’t know. I just don’t
know. Something. Inside them. It wasn’t there before. I didn’t
like it. I hated it. And then I hate myself for hating whatever it
was my sister had become. The thread in my mind holding onto Molly’s
innocence was fraying and fraying, and I still don’t know how much
of it is because I’m yanking so tightly to hold on lest I fall into
the endless abyss. She was my rock. What had she become? What am I
making her out to be?
I looked up cases of
disappearing into thin air. No luck. I wondered briefly if that girl
might’ve been raptured. Mom probably would’ve thought so, but
there was no way in Hell I was going to mention the first thing about
this to her. Onto my next hypothesis – shrinking. Even as I typed
the words into Google, I cringed at myself. It somehow felt like an
even more absurd premise to accept. But it was the one that more
closely matched with my perception of the event. Still, I didn’t
get much except for a few articles on male erectile dysfunction. I
dumped my queries into Tor, but still got nothing. I maintained
alumni privileges on a few research databases, so for the Hell of it
I decided to check there too. I found a few articles that toyed with
the notion from a theoretical level, but none that genuinely engaged
with the idea that size-changing was possible. The thought that
whatever it was Molly knew about it and I didn’t was baffling to
me. She may be a precocious little upstart, but she was still a
child.
She’s still a
child…
I leaned back in my
chair. It began to tip over. “Whoa!” I lunged for the rim of my
desk and stabilized myself.
I glared into the
light of the monitor. Right. She was a child. There’s only so many
places she could be at any given day. As much as it disturbed me to
do so, I would have to keep an eye on her for a while. Just long
enough for me to confirm that she wasn’t who I hated myself for
thinking she was.
And then we could be
sisters again.