g her with a permanent leer. She wore a low-cut shirt and her dry white skin was criss-crossed with old scars and stained stitching. Spyder thought of the cheap boots and vests hed bought on teenage roadtrips to Tijuana. Bad leather sewn together crudely and carelessly. Most disturbing of all were Lulus eyes. They were gone. Over her empty sockets torn scraps of paper were taped, each with a smeared, childlike drawing of an eye.
"What the fuck happened to you?"
The exposed muscles around Lulus mouth twitched a little. She reflexively pulled away from Spyder and covered her face with her hands, then quickly lowered them. "Oh my god, " she said. "You really had your brains rearranged last night. "
"Tell me Im fucked up," Spyder said. "Ive been seeing the most horrible shit all day. Monsters. Buildings that arent there. Dead people. "
"Not dead, most likely," Lulu said. "Theres a whole lot more range between dead and alive than they taught us when we were kids, Spyder. "
"What are you talking about?"
"Theres a lot no one taught us. Deep, dark secrets. Other worlds. Other kinds of people. Hidden, but right in front of us. "
"This is a mistake. "
"I wish. Theres monsters in the world. Some of em were born and some were made. I was made. "
"This isnt happening. Im still in the alley. Im knocked out and Im dreaming. "
"Im so sorry, darlin. Youre not ready for this. You were never supposed to see or know about it. "
"Know about what?" Spyder shouted. "What are you?"
"Im Lulu, baby. Just Lulu. " She sat down next to him again, a horrible, broken toy. "Youre
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