Snippet #1993125

Ix continued to grin darkly at Micah as she walked away. Victory! Jared closed the food closet and Ix happily went to work on its contents now that he didn’t have to worry about being seen. Micah’s father ran his fingers back through his hair in mild confusion and worry.

“Uh…do you think she may have an eating problem?” he asked Elizabeth.

“If she had an eating problem, she would be on one of those TLC programs making me look like a bad mother. My baby does not have a problem.”

“How do you explain the food she was trying to sneak?”

“Jared, we are not having this conversation.”

Micah’s father rolled his eyes. “Whatever. ‘Game’s on any way.”

Jared returned to the couch.

Twenty minutes later, Jacob came inside from playing basketball in the driveway. He entered the kitchen to see his mother cooking dinner.

“Hey,” he greeted plainly before he went straight for the fridge.

Upon opening it, he stared at the missing pizza box and frowned. “Who ate my pizza? Those last two slices were mine.”

“I don’t know dear,” was Elizabeth’s response. She didn’t want to antagonize any of her children.

“It was probably Micah,” said Jared.

“What?” Jacob angrily exclaimed.

“Jared! We don’t know who it was sweety. I’m making dinner so if you’re hungry wait until then.”

Jacob closed the fridge. It had to be his stupid sister. She ate everything. He went to the food closet and his eyes widened upon seeing so many turned over boxes, balled up wrappers, tipped over cans of what used to be soup, beans, and fruit.

What the hell? he thought.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed something big, red, and waddling along the floor. His brown eyes lowered to it and his mouth fell open in speechless awe. What the hell was it? Ix turned a yellow eye over his shoulder and tensed in startle when he saw the teenager staring at him. He tried to waddle away faster but was soon stopped when Jacob took his basketball and dropped it on him.

Jacob caught the ball as it bounced back into his hands and overheard his mother scold without turning her head, “Don’t dribble the ball in the house.”

Poking the floored imp with his foot, Jacob muttered, “Sorry.”

He then stooped down to pick up the creature by the wings and was no longer frightened but fascinated by it.

I got to show Edward and Micah! he thought.

Without wasting any more time, he raced up the stairs and tossed his basketball recklessly into his room. The first door he saw open was Micah’s and so he entered her room and checked the hall behind him for his parents just in case.

“Micah, look what I found in the food closet,” Jacob said.

He then held up the fat demon that was angrily flailing around trying to claw him. Ix eventually gave up as he grew tired from the work and slumped back in the boy’s grasp, panting. Jacob giggled at his attempts.

“He’s been trying to claw me but his arms are too short. I think it’s a closet monster or something. I know I read about them somewhere, but dude, you should go look at the food closet, he ate everything! Mom and Dad are going to be pissed. I’m going to keep him and name him Spike because he has horns on his head. He’s going to be the coolest pet ever!”

Ix glared up at the boy, and then glanced to Micah with desperate eyes. Last thing he wanted to reveal to her brother was that he could talk. The imp attempted to fly out of his hands. Compared to his girth, his wings were miniscule in size. He flapped them as hard as he could and Jacob glanced down when he felt a small breeze against his face.

“Dude, he flies. Go Spike, go!” the teenager cheered in his excitement.

He parted his hands as Ix ascended a few inches into the air. Flying was taking so much energy. He had to be burning 1,000 calories per second. He could feel the sweat building on his face, and after awhile, he could no longer stand it. His demonic kidneys were screaming for him to stop. Cramp!

Ix stopped and he fell toward the floor only to be caught by Jacob. The teenager was in a fit of laughter.

“Nice try, Boy. You’ll be able to fly soon. I just have to put you on a diet.”

It was then Jacob noticed the empty pizza box on Micah’s bed and narrowed his eyes. “Is that my pizza?”