I Kill Monsters: The Revenants (Book 2) Read Online Free

I Kill Monsters: The Revenants (Book 2)
Book: I Kill Monsters: The Revenants (Book 2) Read Online Free
Author: Tony Monchinski
Tags: Horror, Action, vampire, supernatural, Vampires, Monsters, Noir, new york city, splatterpunk, norror noir
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brooms and city garbage cans,
didn’t like to come down here.
    Neighborhood guys messed with them too
much.
    Neighborhood guys like the three DeAndre was
walking towards now: Luke, Marquis, and Yuri, all of them bad news,
one worse than the other. DeAndre thought maybe he should turn
around, go a different way home.
    But it was too late.
    They’d seen him coming.
    He turned and walked away now, they’d call
him soft.
    No, he was going to have to walk up to them,
past them, ignore whatever kind of bullshit they tried to talk to
him. It was gonna happen. Accept the fact that it was going to
happen.
    Indubitably .
    “S’up little nigga.” Luke greeting DeAndre
friendly-like, though nothing friendly about Luke. Luke wasn’t the
tallest of the three but DeAndre knew he was the ringleader. Luke
with his hair pulled back into some kind of bun, DeAndre noticing
he wasn’t rockin’ that square-link, the dollar-sign
medallion he always wore.
    Luke had put his fist out, wanting DeAndre to
dap him up, DeAndre wishing to do no such thing. But DeAndre knew
if he didn’t it’d be just as bad as if he’d turned around and
walked away and they’d seen him before. Even worse.
    He bumped fists with Luke.
    “S’up, Luke.”
    Marquis the tallest and oldest of the three,
wore his sunglasses on top of his head. Marquis’ face all bruised,
like someone had mashed him good. Had the biggest set of lips
DeAndre had ever seen outside of one of them white women on the
cover of those magazines you found on the checkout line at the
supermarket.
    Not that there were any supermarkets anywhere
nearby; DeAndre and his momma having to take a cab to the closest
one. Plenty of pawn shops, liquor stores, and check cashing joints
where he lived though.
    Even a twenty-four hour Chinese take-out
place a block away.
    “What you lookin’ at?” Marquis snapped at him
and DeAndre said “Nothin’” but in truth he was having a hard time
not looking at Marquis’ bruised face. Maybe it was true then what
he’d heard, that these three had mixed it up with some Dominicans
from up out of the Heights. That’s the story they were telling.
    “Yo give me a dolla.” Yuri wasn’t asking. The
shortest of the three, Yuri wasn’t much taller than DeAndre, which
was sad in a way because DeAndre was only twelve and looking
forward to a growth spurt, whereas Yuri was sixteen and didn’t have
much more height to look forward to. Yuri’s peanut head almost too
small for his body.
    DeAndre always thought it funny: how’d a
nigga like Yuri get a Russian name?
    “What you smilin’ ‘bout?” But there was no
way DeAndre could tell him. He’d heard stories from his brother
Terry about Yuri in juvenile detention, how the guy’d brutalized
younger inmates. “Yo where that dolla, black?”
    “What chew want a dolla for?” DeAndre asked
him, clutching his book, trying to sound street. Wouldn’t think to
use words like indubitably with these guys.
    “What chew want a dolla for?” Marquis
mimicked him, reaching up to dab at his face, the bruises bothering
him. DeAndre wishing he’d been there to see Marquis take those
shots.
    “Nigga please—just give me dat dolla.”
    “Nigga I ain’t got no dolla.” DeAndre still
trying to talk like them, sounding pathetic to his own ears. To
theirs too, Marquis repeating his sentence again.
    “’Bout them kicks then?’” Yuri eyeing his
shoes.
    “Nigga dem things ten years old.” Luke
pronouncing judgment, Marquis and Yuri laughing. Luke—who called
himself Terry’s friend—making no move to intervene, only making
things worse. DeAndre not sure whether he should laugh or cry or
what, finding it hard to maintain a calm demeanor, thinking he’d
best start walking now, be on his way.
    Yuri slapped the book out of his hand.
    “Now what’d you go and do that for?”
    Marquis still mimicking him, not even
finishing the sentence he was laughing so hard.
    “Yur. Chill.” Luke sounding bored.
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