Wuftoom (9 page)

Olen grunted. “We only wish to replace those who have died. We could not feed any more,” he said, pursing his shriveled lips again. “The bugs—they are called Vitflys—grow more numerous each day. Their insatiable appetites belie their diminutive size.”

Evan thought that at a foot long, they were hardly diminutive. He had seen their fangs and their glowing yellow eyes. He believed that they could eat a lot. He rubbed his arms together uncomfortably and was again aware of the sewage flowing over him.

“Do you both eat the same things?” he asked.

Olen nodded. “There are those who would make more of us now, the better to destroy them. But if we should do that, the whole clan would weaken and starve. So we must destroy them with what we have. The water and the walls listen, so I can speak no more of that.” Olen inclined his head, and Evan looked but saw nothing except slimy walls and slowly drifting sewage.

“You said things would be better,” said Evan. “That we were going to leave the sewers.”

“I did not lie,” said Olen. “Once the Vits are gone, we will have no need to hide here in the water. We will go wherever we please, live how our ancestors intended.”

Evan did not ask where that was, or how they were supposed to live. All he could think of were the Vits. “But what are they? Where do they live?” Evan remembered Foul's size, its fangs, the sound of its wings beating. He pictured Foul dropping between them, opening its mouth wide to show its pointed fangs, then sinking them into Olen, covering Olen in yellow-pink worm juice. He tried to blink to wipe away the image but was reminded that he had no eyelids.

“They are a much younger race than we.” Olen's mouth twisted with disdain. “They appeared in the last century, much smaller at first, blending in with other flies. About fifty years ago, they suddenly began to grow. Since they have reached their present size, they make no secret of their desire to rid the dark places of us.”

Evan wondered if people had seen them. If they had buzzed around his house when his grandmother was young. “You're the oldest, but you're only as old as people?” he asked. “Weren't there lots and lots of animals before people evolved?”

“Men were the first with intelligence,” Olen replied. “I'll give them that.” This didn't really answer Evan's question, but before Evan figured out what he wanted to ask, Olen was already talking again.

“The Vits live underneath us, mostly. In the deeper holes that weren't made by humans. They think they're better than us for that, but they didn't make them either. They can live anywhere that's dark. Hollow trees, caves, basements.”

“Do they come out at night?” Evan asked, thinking of his mother.

“They tolerate it better than we do, but the open air still isn't good for them. Of course, they only eat below.”

“Why? Nobody knows about them. They could get away with anything.” The thought sent another chill down Evan's spine. He thought about the school and all the kids milling around, with the Vitflys waiting in the basements to come up.

“For the same reason we eat only the dark creatures,” said Olen. “It is how we are made. There are two worlds, you see. The world of the humans and what they see, and ours. We are forced to see their world because it is so large and powerful, but we wish we could not. We wish we could be as ignorant as they are.”

Evan wished he was still ignorant, just like everybody else. Yet the feel of the sewage rolling over him had become calming, and Olen's face seemed less disgusting now.

“What about the square they gave me? Where did they get it? Can they get into our minds?” This was the thought Evan had been pushing away. The thought he did not want to face.

Olen twisted his lips. Evan could not read the expression. “It was stolen from another creature. An old race that had much knowledge of the mind. They try to mold it to their purpose, but they do not know how to use it.”

“But they talked to me in my head,” said Evan. “While I was out of my body. Can't they get into me again?”

Olen's mouth twitched into a small smile. “You are a Wuftoom now. Humans have weak minds, but we are strong. The Vits have transmitted a word or two, no more. Their minds cannot beat ours the way yours beat the other boy.”

Evan was not comforted. The worm was too smug, and Evan didn't trust his judgment. But Olen seemed to think that was the end of it. He stood up to go.

Evan could do nothing but follow. His head spun with what Olen had said. We must destroy them. Two worlds. The water and the walls listen. He looked around him as he walked. He saw nothing, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt a presence, or more than one. Was it his imagination?

Before long, they reached a place where pipes emptied into the large stream from either side. They emptied at about Evan's head level. Olen went into the left pipe, lifting himself up easily with both arms. He stood up, his head nearly touching the ceiling of the smaller pipe.

Evan looked at him nervously. He didn't know if he had the strength to pull himself up that far.

“We're stronger than we look,” said Olen. “Don't think, just move.”

Evan set his arms on the bottom of the pipe as he had just watched Olen do. The pipe was slimy, and without fingers, he felt sure his nubs would slip off. How had his legs gripped the bathtub? He slid his arms back and forth and looked up questioningly. His arms felt as weak as jelly.

“Just move,” Olen repeated.

Evan squeezed his eyes in imitation of closing them and pushed against his jelly arms. They stiffened and clung to the surface of the pipe. His body rose into the air, and at the same time his arms lengthened, allowing his legs to make it into the pipe without him having to release his arms. Once he was standing in front of Olen, his arms came up from the pipe with a pop of releasing suction and slowly shrank back to their normal length.

Just as Evan turned back to face where he had come from, his powerful hearing picked up a scraping noise. Below him in the main pipe, a giant spider slipped from a hole on the far side. It was the biggest spider Evan had ever seen, even bigger than the tarantulas in the zoo. It would have fit neatly in a soccer ball.

It fell into the water for a second, then jumped onto the wall and crawled away sideways, staying above the water line. It scurried so fast that it was soon tiny in the distance. After it came another and another and another. As soon as they were out of their hole, they stopped going one by one and followed the first one in a pack, filling the whole wall for several feet. The pack scurried with the scraping sound Evan had first heard. It faded quickly as they got farther away.

“Clever bastards,” said Olen, almost laughing.

“What are they?” Evan asked, amazed and disgusted. They had moved too fast for him to see well, but they had looked hairy and black.

“They're Dark Spiders. Like your spiders, only larger and intelligent. They talk just like you and me.”

Evan gaped in amazement.

Olen smiled. “All of the true dark creatures are intelligent. They talk. Some even read and write.”

“And nobody knows about it? Nobody has seen them?”

“Everyone has seen them,” Olen said. “In the dark places.”

Evan wondered what life would be like if people knew these creatures existed. Would they try to communicate with them, or would they destroy them? Evan wasn't sure, and the thought made him squirm. Maybe the dark creatures were smart to hide. Maybe he would be smart to hide now.

“Do you talk to them a lot?” Evan asked.

“Oh no, we eat them,” he laughed. “That's why they waited until we were up here to leave their hole.” His laughter was like an earthquake now that Evan heard so well.

“You eat intelligent creatures?”

“You can't eat the stupid ones,” Olen scoffed. “Then you'd be stupid too.” He turned and started sliding down the smaller pipe. It was even darker, but Evan could still see perfectly well.

“But that's nonsense!” Evan cried. “People eat all kinds of animals and plants that don't talk. It doesn't make them stupid.”

Olen whirled on Evan. “When will you understand?” he growled, poking his arm into Evan's middle. “We are not human! We are not like them at all. You are not an animal. You are a dark creature. You are something entirely different from them. Everything you know about life as a human is wrong now.” He poked Evan harder.

“Okay! I get it!” But he didn't get it. He didn't understand how eating something that talked could be okay. That meant the Wuftoom were just as bad as the Vitflys. He wondered if the spiders had a name other than Dark Spiders that they used among themselves. If they would be just as angry to be called spiders as Olen was to be called a worm.

They slid in silence down the pipe. It twisted and turned, and smaller pipes dumped their loads into the bigger pipe in tiny waterfalls. After a long while of walking in silence, they reached another fork.

Then he saw them. More Wuftoom. Evan couldn't tell how many there were, but he thought there were at least six, maybe even more. The one standing at the front of the pipe gave Evan a big smile. His fangs were both wider and longer than Olen's, but he was shorter than the rest. His eyes glowed bright. He jumped lightly down in front of Olen and pushed past him to examine Evan.

“Well, well,” he said, his voice low and gravelly, still smiling. “Our proem is full grown.” He circled Evan and examined him from every angle.

Evan was suddenly aware that he was naked, something he had not really noticed since he became a worm. “A fine transition. Fine indeed. Master Olen, this is great work!” He clapped Olen heartily on the back.

Olen smiled, his eyes also glowing white. “New one, meet Master Rayden, our clan head.”

Rayden nodded approvingly. “On behalf of us all, I welcome you to the dark!” He smiled broadly, showing his large fangs, and gave Evan the same back clap. It was so hearty that Evan was nearly knocked forward into the water. Olen's mouth twisted, as if he was trying not to laugh.

Evan was confused by the newly lightened mood. The six or more pairs of eyes glowed at him from the pipe beyond. He forced himself to nod.

“Have you frightened this one so much?” said Rayden, turning to Olen. Both Wuftoom grinned large. Rayden turned back to Evan. “I apologize for Master Olen's behavior. He sometimes forgets that proems are not human.”

Evan didn't know what to say, so he nodded again.

“Now, please don't take offense to this, though it will not be pleasant. You cannot know the way until you have your name.” Rayden waved his arm, and three more of the waiting Wuftoom jumped down into the pipe. One of them carried a dark black cloth. He walked up to Evan without saying anything and tied it around his eyes.

For the first time since becoming a Wuftoom, he was in total darkness. Panic shot through him. It felt terribly, terribly wrong. His body seemed to close around him, and he felt like he wasn't getting any air. He gasped. Then he felt an arm on his shoulder and heard Olen's voice.

“I know this isn't easy, new one,” he said. “We aren't meant to be blind. But rest assured, we will take care of you.”

That was the nicest thing Evan had ever heard Olen say, but he was too frightened to be grateful. Without thinking about it, he raised his arms and struck out in all directions. He felt cold arms wrap around his arms tightly, and then his legs, and he was being hoisted up and carried.

As they went, Evan calmed down a little, but just a little. He had been blindfolded as a human before. He had been in rooms so dark he couldn't see. But this was nothing like that. This was like hanging from a windowsill by two fingers, with nothing below you but thirty floors of air.

Instead of his heart beating fast and his lungs pumping, the fear was in his whole body. He tried to breathe deeply, but no air came in. He heard a few voices, as if from very far away. Someone asked Olen how the trip had gone, and Olen gave some reply. Someone said something about proems, but Evan was too distracted to understand.

The journey seemed to go on for hours, even though deep inside Evan knew it probably was not that long. They twisted and turned. He was lifted from arm to arm, up sometimes and down at others. The Wuftoom squooshed him and pulled him and sucked him through pipes and carried him again. Suddenly, a heavy stream of water drenched him from above, and then several arms set him down on his legs. Someone removed the blindfold.

Evan's whole body gasped for air, so that at first he still couldn't see where he was. But, slowly, his vision cleared. He was staring at a concrete cave. In the cave were a hundred Wuftoom, all staring at Evan, their white eyes glowing in the dark.

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in silence, with Evan staring at the Wuftoom and the Wuftoom staring back at him. A low growl spread through the room, growing until it filled the cave. Then the creatures were surrounding him, clapping him on the back with their nub arms, smiling at him and showing their fangs of different lengths.

“Enough!” called Rayden, who was standing behind Evan. Though all the Wuftoom looked almost exactly alike, Evan was starting to see what might differentiate one from another. Rayden was both shorter and broader. His large fangs were coupled with thick arms. The membranes were tight around his body, while some of the others' membranes were loose and hung off them like they were a few sizes too big.

Evan's own membranes were somewhere in between. Slightly loose, but not quite saggy. The baggy ones gave the impression of age.

“This is a great day for the Wuftoom! We shall welcome the new one as befits our splendid race!” cried Rayden.

Another growl came up from the crowd, this one louder than the first. Without apparent direction from anyone, the Wuftoom cleared out the center of the cave. From the back of the cave, several of the creatures brought out a bunch of plastic-looking rods and began putting them together. Soon Evan could see that they were making a simple scaffolding tower. A large clear bowl, which also looked like plastic, was placed on top.