Dave’s fingers started to sweat. Did she see him? Did that evil little girl see him? His position was very uncomfortable at the moment.
He was hanging from a steep cliff at Chichibonga Preserve Park. Miles below were the sharp, pointy rocks that were his doom. After Samantha Ganchee had pushed him, David had only just managed to grab hold of a narrow ledge. Unfortunately, he was too heavy to pull himself up, so he could only hang there. He was also too afraid to look down. Dave Polonchisatto’s fingers started to slip. One by one they unfurled from the ledge. Inch by inch he felt himself lower, until –
He fell. But – much to his own surprise – Dave’s feet hit ground, and he lived. He had only fallen two feet only, luckily, yet another ledge. This ledge was the opening of a cave.
It was dark. Water dripped form stalactites. The air was foul and dense. Tired and bruised, Dave crawled along the pitch-black passage not knowing where it would lead him. That’s when, all of a sudden, something came at Dave from the darkness. He first heard the growl then felt a large, hot body attacking him. He also felt the very flesh ripped off of him and his left hand bitten off.
For some reason, though, the beast suddenly took off. It had sounded as if it had been hit by something. Dave heard a thump and the sound of splintering bone followed by a long whine. Then Dave felt himself being lifted off the ground.
“Oh my gosh! I’m dying!” were the last words uttered by Dave Polonchisatto before he passed out in the arms of another creature entirely, though this one would help him for the better.
* * *
Dave’s eyes fluttered open. He was lying on something very soft: animal fur. “W-where am I?” he asked himself. An answer made him jump.
“You in cave now. You drink soup. Here.”
“Wh-who said that?”
“Is me. You call me Holga now. Come. Eat.”
Dave finally managed to take in what he was looking at. In front of him was the hairiest beast he had ever seen. Apparently she was a woman. She had nothing on but wolf-skin and, of course, her own hair.
“Some call me Yak Lady. You eat soup now.” Holga held out the bowl of soup to him. He could see small animal parts floating in it.
“Mmm! It looks delicious! Got any cat?”
Holga let out a low laugh. It sounded good to Dave. “You better already, see?”
* * *
“Sam! What happened to you?” asked Sam’s friend, Marley Fennel.
Sam’s face was scratched and she was visibly bruised. “You don’t want to know,” she replied, “but this is what happened…” and she told her story.
“Whoa,” said Marley, “that’s terrible!”
“I know, right? So what should I do?” Sam asked.
“Well, he’s gone now right? So everything should be cool. Just try and forget about it, well, if you can,” Marley suggested.
“Yah…I guess you’re right.”
But were they right? Below them in the park, at this very moment, Dave Polonchisatto was slowly growing stronger.
* * *
“This cave really a tunnel, you know? It lead all way to central park in big city. I used to go there, but people scream and run ‘way; now I just stay here. You find your way home by following it,” explained the Yak Lady, Holga, to Polonchisatto.
“Thank you. But… well, I don’t know if I want to leave you, Holga.”
“You too kind. But you must least do something ‘bout hand. It very damaged,” she replied.
“Yes, I suppose you’re right, but I tell you: I will be back!”
Cradling the stump of the limb in his arms, he slowly made his way through the underground tunnel. He had ate enough meat and blood to feel strong again, but always was there a pain where he had no more hand. He missed it terribly, but he had an idea of what could replace it.
Holga had been right. The passage finally sloped upwards where it led to a hollowed-out tree. Dave swung open the door leading out of the trunk and stepped into the central park of his town. He knew what he had to do: find a hook-dealer. They were very popular in the alley behind his home.
Soon he was in that very alley approaching someone with a long black coat. “I’m … er … ‘on the market,’ if you will,” Dave said to the unshaven man. The man flung open his coat and on the inside was practically every type of hook imaginable. Polonchisatto studied each one closely before deciding on a particularly sharp, curved one. “This will be perfect,” he said, slipping the man some cash.
“Been nice workin’ with ya, boss,” said the guy before continuing his pacing in the alley. Then the man stopped and turned around. He casually threw a business card at Dave and kept walking.
Dave stooped to pick up the card. It had the number of an unlicensed surgeon on it, which he went home and called immediately. Before long, not only was he restored to perfect health, but he also had a hook attached in place of his left hand. Dave laughed to himself as he crawled into bed that night. His students, or at least a few of them, would have a great surprise tomorrow when he came striding through the doors of the classroom.
* * *
“Who do you think the substitute teacher will be today?” asked Marley Fennel at the beginning of English class. A teacher had not yet arrived.
“I hope it’s Mr. Sanderson!” said Marina Mershteyn. “he’s my favourite.”
“I don’t care who it is; I’m just glad Mr. Polonchisatto is out of the picture,” said Samantha.
“You must have been really brave to fight him all by yourself!” Olive Quake said to Sam. “Were you scared?”
“Uh, y-no not at all.” Replied Sam. “You just have to be really tough and you can handle almost anyth-aaaaahhhh!” Sam clasped a hand over her mouth, for who but Mr. Polonchisatto had just walked through the door.
“Good morning, class. Will you please take out your novel study books? Rich Yen, do you still have jet lag or what? Will you please wake up and stay with the class. In fact, you know what? You have detention today, Rich. I have a surprise for you.”
Later that day in detention, Richard gulped as Mr. Polonchisatto handed him a blindfold and told him to put it on. “Now you may feel a slight bit of pain for a moment,” said Dave calmly.
He pulled his hooked hand from within his coat, plunged it into Rich’s mouth, and ripped out his tongue! Rich lay on the ground after that, bleeding to death. The red blood ran into the red carpet and was undetectable. The smell was the same as ever in Mr. Polonchisatto’s office.
* * *
“Marley, have you seen Rich Yen lately?” asked Coral Reef. “He didn’t show up for our date last night!” She was practically in tears.
“Sorry, Coral, I haven’t seen him since – oh my gosh! – English class! You don’t think…?”
Coral cried even louder. “Oh, I didn’t mean. It’ll be okay,” Marley tried to comfort as she walked down the hall towards the girls’ room with Coral. “You know, I’m pretty sure Harley Mavis was interested in you.” This only made Coral cry louder.
Soon, English class arrived once again. “Kay, you’re looking swell today,” Mr. Polonchisatto said to Kay Swelltuck. “But unfortunately, you failed the last test the class took. On the other hand, you could stay after class to retake it as an open=book one,” offered Dave.
Being the silly, naïve girl that she was, Kay accepted immediately. That is why she was so unprepared when Dave killed her in the after class special.
Dave Polonchisatto was baking some “Kid-y-Os” in the staff room when Miss Parkiss walked in. there was no one else in the room.
“Can I have some of your ‘cereal,’ Mr. P?” she cooed. “It’s delicious.”
“Of course you can, but there’s something I should tell you first: I’ve been sharing my delicious snacks with another.”
“What!?”
“I know. We met in an unprecedented way. Her name is Holga, and she was the one who nursed me back to health after the ‘little terror’ tried to kill me,” Dave explained.
“I see, but why couldn’t you have told me this sooner? Why did you keep letting me believe you still liked me?”
“What’s to say I don’t? I still ‘visit’ you during class time, don’t I? Exactly. We don’t have to stop. I just thought I’d let you know about Holga.”
“Oh, okay, I guess,” said Miss Parkiss looking a little crestfallen.
“Glad that’s settled then. See you tomorrow at three past two.” With that, Mr. Polonchisatto started home to his new brute.
“Honey, I’m home!” he called as he walked through the cave door.”
“Nice see you today,” replied Holga. “I make something special for you while you at school.”
“What is it?”
“Special potion. It might protect you from ‘little terror,’ or other hurt.”
“Sweet, I’ll take it now.” Dave drank the potion the Yak Lady gave to him and felt a surge of power go through him . He would be able to kill plenty of children the next day.
The next day came, and indeed, it was a good day for Dave Polonchisatto. He was able to fill three cereal boxes with Marina Mershteyn, Harley Mavis, and Olive Quake. He was on a roll, but would it soon stop? Some thought not.
* * *
“Eat slower, Miss Parkiss; we want that to last,” said Dave.
“But it’s just so good, Dave,” she replied. “I have something special for you today. It’s for being so honest with me.”
“Swell,” he answered.
“I want you to shut your eyes.”
“No problem,” he replied.
Miss Parkiss held a glass of poison to his lips, and Mr. Polonchisatto drank it without two thoughts. He collapsed on the floor immediately. It was easy for Miss Parkiss to shove the body into a cupboard since they were in his office anyway. “That’ll show you, you yak-loving *@$%@&#!” she yelled at the cupboard before running off to finish teaching her class at seven past two.
Mr. Polonchisatto wouldn’t be bothering students or be making his “Kid-y-Os” or kissing the Yak Lady ever again – would he?