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"Lying little maggot." Asher dangled The Salesman over the edge of the
high-rise apartment building.
"Oh, don't think of me that way." Salesman struggled to speak. "You might want
to eat me even more."
Asher stepped off the rooftop. Suspended mid-air, he held the man by his
armpits, and growled into his face.
The Salesman glanced out the corners of his eyes and whimpered. Asher held him
like a star hung in the night sky by some unseen entity. "Okay. Let's talk."
His voice trembled.
Asher returned his feet to the rooftop, and released The Salesman. "This . . ."
He grabbed a fistful of the blistery psuedo-skin, and pitched it. "is not what
I ordered."
Salesman pulled the jellied stuff from his eye and cheek. "It is, I swear."
"Then why did it fail?"
"I-I don't know . . ."
Asher got in his face again. "Find out. Your life depends on it."
Salesman rolled the skin into a small, soft, beige ball in his hand, glancing
down as he did. He thought for a moment. Then looked up at Asher. "I should've
known the allograft was what you needed."
Asher disliked the technical talk. He suspected Salesman used it to maintain
some level of superiority above him. Still, Asher asked, "Allo-?"
The Salesman smiled a conspiratorial smile, his head low, one brow arched, one
side of his mouth lifted. "Fresh cadaver skin."
Asher understood the smile, then.
"If this fails, there's still the cow collagen, and fresh off the research
market, neonatal foreskin and the smart plastic skin."
The tech talk again. Asher stared into the man's eyes, his own eyes narrowed,
searching for a whisper of thought from The Salesman's mind. Then, as if The
Salesman could read his mind: "Trying to read my
mind?" he asked Asher. "Idiot," Asher answered. "Don't believe what you read in
books and see in movies. I'm sure you'd be dead by now if I could."
"All right, all right." Salesman let out a deep breath. "Follow me. I'll get
this right, once and for all." A gust of wind brushed past him, and he knew the
creature would already be waiting for him at the underground lab.
By morning, Asher's own vulnerable skin was buried beneath a layer of
allograft. He left the rogue physician's lab, an abandoned rural school, opting
to greet the sun on the rooftop of the high-rise. He stood nude on the edge of
the building, his arms spread, his eyes shut, waiting for the blue of the
morning to be conquered.
"An improved product was all you needed," Salesman said from behind.
Asher turned to face the man. Just then, the sun rose, a glowing yellow-orange
orb, bathing the earth with early morning heat. It fell upon Asher's back, and
the skin began to blister and fall away. Asher widened his mouth, tossed his
head back, and released a deafening, primitive cry of pain.
The Salesman covered his ears with his palms until the sound ceased. He spoke
as Asher burned. "You don't threaten me, monster. You met your match in The
Salesman!
"And by the way, all sales are final. No exchanges. No refunds. Have a nice
light." He rushed inside the building, and locked the
door behind him.
He was halfway down the top stairs when the door crashed open.
A flaming ball sped toward him like a meteor coursing through earth's
atmosphere.
Asher's raw, skinless face emerged from the yellow-orange fireball. Melted,
fused chunks of his skin and the cadaver skin oozed from his body like dripping
candle wax as he wrapped his flaming arms around the doctor. He flew backwards,
over the side of the building, taking The Salesman to his fiery death on the
street below.
Asher laid face up, staring directly at the sun through the flames licking at
his eyes, as the heat and light seared his flesh and bones.
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