El Chupacabra

The next day, the guys went out and tracked down a chupacabra. Now, chupacabras aren’t technically real beings; what had happened was there was an imp had gotten loose in the living realm. When Aaron and Kyle had found him, he had taken off running, but not before releasing several mythical beasts to throw them off his trail. With the imp and all the other beasts having been captured (and disposed of, in several cases), the only loose end that remained was this chupacabra.

They had tracked it to the woods not far from town, and after a good, hearty breakfast, they set off to catch themselves an imaginary being. Aaron parked the hearse, and they sat there for a moment.

“I’m telling you, dude, we need to get a cooler car than this stupid thing,” Kyle said.

“This is what we have, and this is what we can afford for now.”

“Oh, come on, we’re not gonna turn any heads in the dead-mobile.”

“That’s not exactly the point of the vehicle, Kyle. The reason we have a car at all is to get to the places that are too far to walk.”

“All I’m asking is why can’t we do that with some style, though?”

“This is strictly about the job; style has nothing to do with it.”

“Seriously, Aaron? You can’t tell me that you wouldn’t feel like a total boss if we rolled up in a black, four-door muscle car, like on that one TV show. Oh! Or a monster truck!”

Aaron stared at Kyle. “A monster truck? Really?”

“Yeah, get it? Cuz people see me as a monster.

“Yeah, buddy, I got it. However, not only are those things not street legal, it pretty much defeats the purpose of working in secret. We might as well advertise what we do for a living.”

“Why don’t we? Maybe that’s something we should bring up with Lugosi.”

Aaron sighed. “I’ll look into getting a new vehicle if you promise to drop this whole monster truck idea. And we are NOT advertising. That’s just bad news, man; people would flip out, and we’d probably get arrested for the various crimes we have to commit in order to do our jobs.”

Kyle squinted at Aaron for a minute, then smiled. “Alright, we’ve got a deal.”

The two of them hopped out of the car, with Kyle grabbing the hex bag from the back. The hex bag was a burlap sack that had been steeped in incantations in order to make it strong enough to hold most magical creatures. It came in very handy when they were apprehending some of the less-civilized beings that made their way into the human realm. Or, as in this case, creatures that only exist because some mischievous being conjured them as a distractionary technique.

The guys walked into the woods, and Aaron pointed his cane into the trees. “Alright, find me my chupacabra,” he said. The crystal ball at the tip began to glow blue, and suddenly a small ball of blue light appeared in front of them. It hovered in the air for a second, before taking off further into the forest.

“Let’s get this over with,” Aaron said as the two of them ran after the light. It zigged and zagged through the trees, with the boys following close behind. After several minutes, the light slowed down, and then stopped. When they caught up to it, they found themselves standing on the edge of a small clearing. In the middle of the clearing sat a small bear-like creature, which was picking through the remains of a dead deer.

Kyle whistled sharply, and flapped the hex bag. The chupacabra looked up from its meal and began searching for the source of the sound. Kyle whistled again, for a second longer this time. The chupacabra turned their direction, and began sniffing the air. It slowly meandered towards them, stopping ten feet from them. It stood there, sniffing cautiously, looking through the trees for them.

“It knows something’s wrong,” Aaron whispered.

“Should I stun it?” Kyle asked.

“Not yet; if we can get it into the bag without shooting it, that would be ideal. It may not be a real being, but it’s real enough. I don’t want to be rough with it if we don’t have to be.”

Kyle whistled once more, pulling some beef jerky from his pocket. He stepped forward slowly, holding the jerky out in front of him. The chupacabra saw him then, and slowly started walking towards him as well, pausing every few seconds to sniff the air again and look around. Eventually, it walked up close enough to snag the jerky from Kyle’s hand. Kyle reached out and petted its head.

“There you go, buddy…now, you’re not going to like this next bit, but hang in there. It will all be over soon.”

Like a flash, Kyle jumped forward, shoving the entire beast inside the hex bag and diving on top of it as it began to thrash and buck. Aaron was already dialing Violet on his cell phone.

“Come on, come on…pick up…” Aaron muttered.

Kyle, wrestling with the bagged creature, yelled out to Aaron. “Hey, dude, I don’t mean to rush you, but if you could say that incantation sooner rather than later, that would be fantastic.”

“I’m working on it; I forgot to write it down, so I’m calling Violet. She’s got the book on her table, ready to go.”

“Hellooo?” sang Violet as she answered the phone.

“Hey, it’s Aaron; can you read off that incantation for getting rid of an imp’s creations for me again? I forgot to write it down, and I need it right away.”

Kyle continued to wrestle with the hex bag. “Any day now, Aaron!”

“Yes, dear; just give me a moment to run down to the front room.” Aaron could hear Violet rushing on the other end of the phone. When she spoke again, she was slightly out of breath.

“Okay, it’s “Remicus ansurian deseparo.”

“Thanks; you’re a real peach. I’ve gotta go…bye!”

Aaron hung up the phone, pointed his cane at Kyle and the chupacabra, and yelled “Remicus ansurian deseparo!”

A bolt of lightning shot from the crystal ball and hit the bag with tremendous force.

“OW!” Kyle yelled, and Aaron ran over to where he lay.

“You need to work on your aim. That’s the third time this week you’ve hit me with the same spell.”

Aaron rolled his eyes. “I’m sorry; next time, you can say the incantation. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine; I just felt like giving you grief for hitting me again. What you should be asking is ‘did we hit the chupacabra?’”

Kyle stood up and shook out the hex bag. “Looks like it’s been taken care of. Yet another one bites the dust, my friend.”

Aaron grinned. “We’re getting pretty good at this. We should do this for a living.”

Kyle laughed. “Yeah, no kidding. I mean, we still have to call for help more than I’d like to admit, but we always get the job done.”

Kyle shook the hex bag once more, and then folded it back up. “Let’s get out of here; we have a road trip to begin.”

“Indeed we do. I’ll call Lugosi and let him know we’re on our way.”


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