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cigarette.” The coach stood up and went over to talk to the director. Martin’s mother came over and knelt down next to Jim, holding the tube of darker blood.
    “You’re doing good,” she said to Jim, but the kid just shrugged his shoulders.
    “It’s just a horror movie,” the kid said. “I can do better. I’m going to do better. My mom has another audition lined up for me next week.” He sounded defensive. Martin’s mother just tried to focus on applying the blood. What kind of messed up priorities did this kids’ parents give him, where he felt bad about being in a horror movie?
    A black cat came over and nuzzled against Jim’s leg, mewing softly. It looked up at Martin’s mother and then its eyeball popped out with a sick wet sound, splattering her face with blood. The eyeball hung from the socket by a thin thread of purple red veins and muscle. The cat let out a terrified yowl and took off running.
    It had taken hours to set up that eyeball effect and now she would have to do it again.
    * * *
    Mitchell Hemsworth sat on the edge of the washing machine. He had blonde hair and blue, blue eyes and right now they were rimmed in red. He wanted to accept Jesus into his heart. He did. But he didn’t know what that felt like. He felt normal. He didn’t feel filled with light or saved.
    “No, it’s not like that,” Tony, the head counsellor said. “You let Jesus into your heart by having faith in him. Those other feelings, they come over time. It’s not like flicking a switch, son. Nothing in this life is as easy as that.”
    Mitchell wiped his nose on the back of his hand and looked out the window where the other campers were running around and shrieking with laughter. He had followed the crowd yesterday when everyone went into the other room for cake. Tony had stood up and asked them if they’d accepted Jesus into their hearts and Mitchell hadn’t known. He wanted to let Jesus into his heart. But everyone else went into the next room like they were sure and Mitchell followed.
    And then this morning his counsellor had found Mitchell crying in bed, with the Bible under his pillow, and he’d taken him down to see Tony. Mitchell had worries. If he did accept Jesus into his heart, he would be saved, he would live forever in Heaven, but would his dad? His dad was an atheist and Tony had said that there was nothing Mitchell could do to save his dad from Hell.
    “But it won’t bother you,” Tony said. He put his hand on the boy’s head and tousled his hair. “You’ll be in a better place. You won’t even notice that your dad isn’t with you.” Tony smiled. “Here, I have something for you.” He reached up behind Mitchell to the shelf above the laundry machines. He took down a folding barber’s razor and opened it. “Have you ever seen one of these before? This was how men shaved when I was growing up. None of these silly fifteen blade razors with plastic handles and ridiculous names. Just cold steel.”
    Mitchell nodded, wiping his eyes. He didn’t understand what the razor had to do with anything.
    “This is for you,” Tony said, still smiling. He took Mitchell’s hair in his fist and pulled the boy’s head back. With his other hand he slid the blade of the razor into Mitchell’s windpipe. It was perfectly quiet, at first. Mitchell didn’t struggle or try to make a sound. He just looked at Tony with those wide eyes still red from crying, while blood drooled down from the slit across his throat. And then, a quiet gurgling.
    Tony pushed the blade in deeper, holding the boy tightly in case he did start to struggle. Then he reached up for one of the darker towels and wiped the blade clean.
    The body in his arms stopped twitching. Tony wrapped the towel around the neck and head, then folded his razor closed. It wasn’t Mitchell anymore. Mitchell was gone. He folded the boy up and put him into one of the big laundry bags. He pulled the drawstring tight and slung the bag over his shoulder. In the