Damien's Monsters

Suburbs: picture perfect green lawns, picket fences, cookie cutter houses, and that false sense of security that can be ruined if one has an app for locating sexual predators. Alas, the neighborhood of Greenlake offers all its denizens the perfect place to raise their families. All seems well until an explosion rips through 1399 Greenrose Drive, shaking the windows and waking ten year-old Damien up with a start.
“MOM! WHAT THE HELL! WILL YOU TURN THAT DOWN!” screamed Damien now knocking his stuffed animals off his bed as he rams his pillows around his ears.
“Sorry Son!”
Damien pulls the pillows from his ears as he listens to the sound being turned down to the television in the living room. He looks over at his clock and grimaces when he notices that it’s barely past 10:00 pm. He throws a pillow at a yellow blanket draped over his zebra striped beanbag chair.
“Wake up!” urged Damien.
The blanket fluttered down to the chair and gracefully flew to Damien’s bed before speaking to the boy.
“It’s not midnight why did you wake me boy?” asked the blanket sounding as if she were just raised from a much-desired death.
“My mom still hasn’t gone to bed”
“Then she’ll she her first monster tonight” quipped the blanket.
“I’m serious. What are we going to do?”
“Isn’t it obvious lad?” said the baseball cap as it jumped off the bookshelf.
“No it’s not”
“The two of us” the blanket said lifting a corner in the direction of the talking baseball cap. “We will get her to go to bed”
“Yes it’s best you get your rest we’ll be back after a while,” said the baseball cap.
Damien watched the baseball cap hop onto the back of the flying blanket as the pair vanished down the hallway. Damien looked over at a picture of him and his father. His father was dressed head to toe in his marine uniform. With a sigh, Damien picked up the letter he got from his dad it read:

To my son,
Sorry I’m missing so much of your life hope your birthday was memorable. Take care of your mother and I will see you both on your eleventh birthday. Love, Dad.

Damien put the letter down and looked at the presents he just got for his tenth birthday the other day. Several action figures, some video games for his Wii and a new baseball bat. Damien walked over and picked up his albino Ferret accurately named, “Sting”. The ferret liked to bite fingers and hands. Damien was used to it now but enjoyed watching his beloved pet bite the hands of his friends. Stroking his pet he thought of all the things his father was missing.
Since his father left a year ago a lot of things have changed. The biggest change came in the form of two monsters now sharing his bedroom. The baseball cap called himself “Einstein” and the blanket gave herself the name “Pepsi”. Their names were perfect Einstein loved to read and Pepsi loved to drink Pepsi. The two of them were monsters, all monsters when not in their “born form” could take the shape of anything, a cat, dog, shoelace, used toilet paper, and even human beings.
Damien at first was terrified of the pair but they assumed more covert forms to avoid being noticed by Damien’s mother. They informed Damien that a Monster Civil War was going on and they had chosen the side that only wished to scare children not eat them. The three of them were a force to be reckoned with. Damien called the monsters that liked to consume human flesh “Humi-vores”. The Humivores operated from midnight to dawn. They went from home to home devouring as many children as they could. All would be lost in Damien’s neighborhood if it weren’t for the alliance he had with Einstein and Pepsi.
The war was fought in secret. Damien was perhaps the only human that knew of the Monster War, it was difficult work but there was much honor to be won fighting a secret war.
Damien climbed back into his bed when Einstein and Pepsi entered his room.
“That didn’t take long”
“Einstein can be quite suggestive”
Damien smiled. Einstein was a telepath. Einstein was no warrior he was a master strategist. Whenever the three of them were in battle he preferred to stay in the form of a baseball cap. There, perched on top of Damien’s head he would communicate telepathically with his human companion. With the cap on Damien was synced with all the forms of combat and had could summon any fighting style just by asking Einstein to download it into his brain.
The three of them went back to sleep and woke when the alarm went off at 11:50pm.
Damien got out of his bed and went over to his trunk. He unlocked it and took out his favorite weapons: a butcher’s knife and hatchet, both stolen from his mother’s kitchen. He put the weapons into his belt holster. He picked up the baseball bat he got for his birthday and put it in the holster on his back. Smiling at his monster pals he said,
“Let’s go spank some monster ass”
With Einstein the baseball cap attached firmly on his skull Damien looked at his ferret snoozing on his bed.
“Sting, guard the keep!” The ferret lifted its head and sniffed the air before lying back down and returning to its slumber.
The three of them walked down the hall when Damien heard a sound that made his heart drop. A low grunting noise, monsters were in his house.
“You guys hear that?” asked Damien hiding the fear in his voice.
“Its coming from your parents room” said Pepsi as she floated ahead of them.
With the skills of ninja now running through his body Damien snuck in darkness toward his parents room. He wished his dad was here and hoped they weren’t too late.
The group cracked the door open. “We shouldn’t be here,” said Pepsi and she fluttered back to Damien’s room.
“What with her?” asked Damien the curiosity now evident in his voice.
“Damien I think…”
“Quiet!” said Damien as he opened the door some more. Einstein was silenced he dare not speak again until Damien asked for some advice.
His fears were confirmed. There was a monster in his parent’s room. Damien quickly assessed the situation. The monster was on top of his mom. It was hurting her and he watched with hatred surging through his veins as the monster tried to muffle his mother’s moans of pain. The monster had taken the form of a man but it had forgotten to put clothes on. Stupid monster he thought. Shaking his head, Damien realized that the monster had already eaten his mother’s clothes. He needed to act quickly before the monster started to peel the flesh off his mother.
Damien took the hatchet off his belt and raised it with his right arm. He removed the butcher’s knife with his left hand and held it like an assassin as he slinked toward the monster. His mother started to moan louder and her sounds were like a shot of caffeine. He flipped like a monkey into the air and landed on the back on the monster and started to hack at the neck with the hatchet and slash with the knife.
He was blood drunk, he stabbed and hacked the monster several times before he heard his mother screaming. Covered in blood Damien looked at her, and that’s when it hit him as Einstein started to spew his wisdom, “Yeah I was reading a hip-hop magazine and I think rappers would label your mom a shovel or something”
“A hoe” corrected Damien frowning as he wiped the man’s blood off his face. His mother just stared at him covered in her lover’s blood. The way she looked at Damien reminded him of what Pepsi said about his mother earlier, “She’ll see her first monster tonight.”