“Where are you going?” he asked the girl.
She glanced back at him and rolled her eyes. “You won’t believe me if I tell you. Easier to show.”
“I mean, what happened back there with the—uh—”
“Malforms,” she instantly replied.
“Uh, yeah, the slimy thing that tried to eat me.”
“You’ll get used to that.”
“To something trying to eat me?” he sputtered. He had to walk even faster to keep up with her despite it seeming like she was strolling at the same pace as before.
She didn’t answer until they entered a small alley that seemed to stretch too far from the street.
“Well, those things try to kill you in a few ways—happens all the time.”
“No,” he said and stopped in his tracks. “No, it doesn’t. Monsters are not real.”
“And who told you that?” she said and spun around. She walked up to him and stared into his eyes.
He stepped back in alarm.
“Did humans tell you that?” she said. Her eyes turned orange with black x-shaped irises. “And how would they have any idea about what is and is not real about monsters?”