“That’s in the Toontown Fair place,” I told her. “We need to go through some other stuff first. But we’ll go.”
She shot me a beautiful, innocent smile, and I tried to put all thoughts of our country’s government out of my head.
“You know what’s creepy?” Nudge said, eating caramel popcorn. “A chipmunk that big.” She pointed at an adult-sized costumed chipmunk who was waving and strolling around.
“Who is that?” Total asked. “Chip? Or Dale?”
“Don’t know,” I said. “As long as he doesn’t turn into a huge, chipmunky Eraser, I’m good. Yo—look. There’s Splash Mountain. Line doesn’t seem too bad.”
“Is your dog talking?”
I turned around. A sunburned child was looking at Total suspiciously.
I laughed. “Our dog? No. Why? Does your dog talk?” I gave her a patronizing smile.
“I thought he was talking,” she muttered, still staring at Total.
I said to Gazzy, “Jason, have you been practicing your ventriloquism again?”
Gazzy shrugged with the perfect amount of bashfulness and nodded.
“Oh,” said the girl, and looked away.
I narrowed my eyes at Total, who pulled his lips back over his teeth in an embarrassed, ingratiating grin.
Not amused, I glanced over at Fang. He smiled, lighting up our immediate area, and offered me some Cracker Jack.
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He had them. Ari took a bite of his ice cream bar, feeling the thin chocolate crunch between his teeth.
He’d seen them go into Splash Mountain. Now he was sitting on a bench at the exit, waiting for them to come out. It had taken a long time to find them in this place. He couldn’t fly here, and he couldn’t unleash a huge crowd of Erasers to sweep the joint. Too much commotion.
But now he had them. They would be out any minute. He had radioed six backup teams, which were less than five minutes away. Ari smiled. The sun was shining, the weather was great, he was eating ice cream, and all his dreams were about to come true.
A small crowd of people momentarily passed between him and the ride’s exit, and Ari moved so he could see around them. He knew that people were staring at him. He looked different. Even different from other Erasers. He wasn’t as—seamless. He didn’t look as human as the rest of them did when they weren’t morphed. He kind of looked morphy all the time. He hadn’t seen his plain real face in—a long time.
“I know who you are.”
Ari almost jumped—he hadn’t noticed the boy slide onto the bench next to him.
He frowned down at the small, open face. “What?” he growled. This was when the little boy would get scared and probably turn and run. It always happened.
The boy smiled. “I know who you are,” he said, pointing at Ari happily.
Ari just snarled at him.
The boy wiggled with excitement. “You’re Wolverine!”
Ari stared at him.
“You look awesome, dude,” said the boy. “You’re totally my favorite. You’re the strongest one of all of them and the coolest too. I wish I was like you.”
Ari almost gagged. No one had ever, ever said anything like that to him. His whole life, he’d been the dregs in everyone’s coffee pot. When he was really little, he’d idolized the bird kids and they’d ignored him. He’d loved Max, and she’d barely known he was alive. It would have been great when they disappeared, except his father had disappeared too. Ari still tasted ashes when he remembered realizing that his own father had chosen them over him. Ari had been left behind, with strangers.
Then they’d started augmenting him. At first Ari had been glad—he would be an Eraser, be one of them. But he wasn’t. He was too different, too patchworky. The others had all been made Erasers as infants, as embryos. When they were human they looked really human. When they were wolves they looked really wolfy. Not Ari. He was stuck in a partially morphed state, never all human and still less than wolf. He looked weird. Ugly. He didn’t fit in anywhere.
“You’re, like, a total celebrity,” the boy chattered on. “I mean, who cares about SpongeBob SquarePants? I’m sitting here with Wolverine!”