This choice: Sell Dylan the golem and mask • Go Back...Chapter #12Sell Dylan the golem and mask by: Seuzz   "Okay, it's a deal," you say. "You want to take them now?"
"I haven't got a new mask ready," Caleb points out.
You go over to your little hiding place and pull out your own just-completed mask. "I was going to surprise you," you tell Caleb with a shrug as you brandish it. "But we could use the money."
It's still late afternoon, and you don't want to attract attention by moving anything in the daylight, so you sit and make chitchat while waiting for it to get dark. You try asking Dylan what he plans to do with his purchases, but he only repeats his "new roommate" line with a knowing smirk and refuses to elaborate. The golem, which is still wearing Eva's face, lays in a corner, nursing the remnants of last weekend's hangover.
So you and Caleb go off in a corner to talk over your own plans. "Four hundred pounds of dirt for your cousin's second golem. That's not going to be fun." You keep your voice low so Dylan can't overhear you.
"We could borrow his first golem and get it to help us," he suggests. "We've got that mask of Jeremy we could use."
"Or we could use your cousin's new boyfriend," you say acidly. Caleb jabs you. "Alright, alright. Anyway, we can't use Jeremy. There's no memory strip attached to that mask, and I don't think the golems will work without, you know, some kind of personality in them."
"We could copy Jeremy's personality into a band and solder it in," he says. He snickers. "Or we could solder that Lisa memory band into it. Wouldn't that be awesome? Lisa stuck in Jeremy's body?"
"That's the sickest thing I've ever heard, and I'm not laughing when I say that." Your tone is cold, but Caleb still giggles. "But getting a couple of big guys would be useful. Here, how about this? We make up two masks this week and get close to someone big. One of the football players or wrestlers."
"We only have one golem to borrow," Caleb points out.
"We'd wear them ourselves. Why overstrain ourselves when can use borrowed muscles?"
Caleb still looks skeptical. "I'd rather save the two masks for some cheerleaders."
"Plenty of time for that later." You continue to discuss options without settling on any decision, except one to make two new masks.
When it's dark enough, you hustle the still-naked Eva-disguised golem into your truck and drive back to Dylan's off-campus apartment while Caleb and Dylan follow in his car. (You are careful to obey all traffic regulations, as you don't want to be caught with a naked fake-Eva in the cab of your truck.) Once there you cadge another twenty bucks out of Dylan in return for permanent ownership of the now wholly disgusting Eva mask. He only has another seventy bucks in cash on him, but he promises to pay you on the next afternoon.
* * * * *
You and Caleb spend Friday watching the movements of various high schoolers—cheerleaders and jocks both—to see who would be easy to corner and quietly copy. After school, Caleb is in despair because the best opportunities would involve lurking in the boys' locker rooms and copying some of the sports players. You try to put the best face on it: "If we can snag some of the right guys—say, Anders or Martin or Brown—we can probably use them to get some of the girls."
"We've already got a guy mask for that kind of work."
"Well, we'd have more choices and better physiques for shovel-work."
"Still seems like a waste."
"Maybe. Anyway, have you heard from Dylan? He still owes us that hundred-and-thirty."
"Not yet. I'll call over there." Caleb thumbs Dylan's number into his cell phone but there's no answer. His seventy was enough for you to get more supplies for masks, though, so you set to work on making two more; Caleb stayed up until the early morning hours finishing the one he was working on.
After a few hours you still haven't gotten ahold of Dylan. All your suspicious of the asshole are beginning to resurface, though in a different form. "You don't think he would stiff us, do you?" you ask Caleb.
"What? No!"
"I mean, we gave him what he wanted. A golem and a blank mask. What's to keep him from disappearing with them?"
"He wants a second golem."
"Why? What's he gonna do with a second one?"
"What would you do with two sex slaves," Caleb asks, leaning toward you with a leer.
You push him back. "Point taken. But where is he?"
"The fuck should I know. Maybe he got tied up after class."
"Is he into that kind of shit?"
"You know what I mean." With a groan Caleb tosses his work away. "Anyway I got something else I wanna polish."
"Don't look at me!"
"Why would I? It would kill my chubbie dead. But you know what I was thinking?"
"You've practically told me, and now I need to bleach my brain."
He gives you a hard look. "Am I so much grosser than Richards? You really wanted to get acquainted with his cock the other day."
You hurl a bit of debris at his head, but he deflects it and laughs. "No, seriously, you know who would not throw us out if we knocked on her door? Who would actually talk to us?"
"Grossie Gutierrez?"
"Will you stop it? Now you have deboned it. I was talking about Yumi Saito."
"Yumi," you say. "Yummy indeed. You're right. So?"
"So let's go snag her. I owe you a fuck from last time anyway. I'll let you do me twice as Yumi if you do me once."
"Mmmmm! Deal!" You both leap to your feet and race out the door.
As you sit at an intersection, though, you realize that Dylan's apartment is only a little out of your way. Maybe you should stop by his place and try getting your money.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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