When school ended, the older boy wasn’t as nimble as he wanted to be, being precarious and stumbling over himself in a hurry to get home, before anything could escalate any further. He had left the younger boy behind after disclosing the information to him, leaving him in a fervor state of apprehension.
This wasn’t anything new. News like this was typical and evidently never taken seriously. What bothered them was that they were physically involved with one, which could end them up with desecrating reputations. It was already worse that their school was prone to spreading information once they got their grubby hands on it. If word comes out that the both of them were sheltering a murderous anomaly, they would be the talking stock of everyone’s conversations, and the reason behind someone’s death.
Both of the boys knew that the ‘thing’ was capable of this sort of thing. But they didn’t know how much damage it would do before they get to the organism.
As the elder boy opened the door, he was hit with an indomitable hesitation, hindering him from opening the door any further, or looking up to see the creation the ‘thing’ created. It's good that his parents aren’t home.
Expecting to see blood all over the living room and random dead bodies, he was surprised to see that the blob was sitting on the floor waiting for him to come home. Evidently, the younger boy finally caught up with his elder friend; stood behind him observing the living room too through the limited space he had. Verily it was a miracle the blob didn’t do what they had anxiously expected, but still, it’s better if they be conscious about unexpected passerbyers.
Picking up the now greasy organism, the young boy started joking around with the ‘thing,’ jiggling it in his hand, and watching the gasoline-like soluble run down his hand eventually dripping down on the wooden floor. Pretty much everything was settled down. The atmosphere was at an equilibrium, the situation at the moment was tranquil without any bloodshed, and overall, everything was ok. For now.
Hearing a few scratchy mewls from the organism being held in the older boy's arms, the younger boy went up to it and started conversing with the blob; he named it diesel, consequently because of how much gasoline was covered in the organism, kind of like slime. It was unfathomable how his younger friend could be so content after hearing what their classmate said. But it doesn’t matter now, he’s more done at the fact he named the damn thing diesel. Why not a better name at least?
“I think we should give diesel a bath…” Gasoline-like soluble continued to run down his hand, even though he voluntarily stopped jiggling it. “Heh, she produces a lot of gasoline.”
He averted his gaze to his older friend. It's still undiscerned whether or not the news of the deformed infant has any correlation to the organism they are habitating, but at the same time, it was pretty unprecedented for anomalies to form at such a young age.
When the organism dropped in front of them, both of them just thought it was something else or residue left back from another anomaly. They weren’t expecting diesel. Normally, news stations would always report sightings of deformed or emaciated figures roaming around towns at night; indomitable adversaries to humans trying to stay alive. People weren’t too anxious though, it isn’t real until they see it with their own eyes. Besides, nobody really trusts the news station nor the police.
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Regardless, even if none of them believed in these sightings, it was without a doubt true that they have one, and in their own hands too.
“Should we find out more info on the infant?”
The elder boy looked at him, “in introspect, I think it would be a good idea, for us and for the parents.”
On his computer searching through each new article that potentially mentioned anything about an infant anomaly, his younger friend was playing with diesel on his bed, getting all the gasoline liquid on the sheets. It was a new pair of bedsheets too.
Any information found ended up being redundant. All that was stated was the appearance and sightings of the infant, nothing else. It was almost like the whole universe; the internet too, was sequestering them from any relevant information on the infant anomaly, even sites where you can find almost every answer to the most idiotic questions didn’t even have one discussion about it.
“Ahh..”
His younger friend looked up at him as he groaned, “nothing?”
The elder boy nodded.
“Why don’t we go to the hospital and see if they have any records of diesel?”
“…. You plan on taking her too, yeah?”
“…”
Diesel started huffing and puffing air out through her body on all sides.
“Dammit! If only we knew her real name, man…”
“Why don't we list out all girl names and see which one diesel reacts to?”
The elder boy rubbed his nose bridge, “that’s gonna take forever.”
“…”
The young boy stared as the gasoline continued to exude out her deformed body, even though he wasn’t putting much force on her. He started to wonder, how can such an infant produce so much gasoline? Yeah he expected for each anomaly to be different, but not once has he seen any trace left back from one. For diesel, however, you can totally find her through her little puddles.
“….” The young boy gently put pressure on the organism with his thumbs, extracting out more, “we should be careful no one sets her on fire.”
The elder friend said nothing but hummed in agreement. That outcome was highly unlikely if they do a good job hiding diesel.
Diesel, who was being tickled by the young boy: Eeii! Eiii! Eeeiii!
Diesel’s other guardian got up and lifted her up from her other guardian who was playing with her, and proceeded to the bathroom to wash off for the night. Her elder guardian had already informed his parents that her other guardian will be staying the night at their home. Happy, she snuggled in the blanket, ready to go to sleep. And so, when the lights turned out, so did the two boys' energy.
