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Screams filled my ears. I shut my eyes and stuck my face into Jim’s chest.
The screaming went on forever.
Finally the roar stopped. I pulled my head away from Jim.
The man within the dragon turned and looked at us. Jim growled, and his clothes exploded off his body. His skin ripped, releasing muscle underneath. Bones thrust, growing, muscle formed new powerful limbs, and a new skin sheathed it, showing the coils of black rosettes against a thin golden pelt. A new creature stood in Jim’s place: half man, half monster. A werejaguar in the warrior form.
Jim snarled, his black lips framing enormous fangs, and stepped between me and the prisoner.
The Suanmi opened his mouth. Words flowed in English. “There is no need to fear me.”
There was every need to fear him. He had dragon blood in his veins. I swallowed. “We mean no harm to you.”
“I know.” The Suanmi looked at the cage. “I’d come here, sick and helpless. My family had been slaughtered and I was hurt. I came looking for medicine, but I lost consciousness and I awoke here. Nine months. I spent my eighteenth birthday in this cage while they carved pieces of my body to make themselves stronger. Healing the damage and waiting to be cut again. Nine months. Felt like forever.”
“It was a bad dream,” I told him. “It’s over now.”
“For me, yes.” The man smiled. The transparent beast stretched his maw, mimicking the smile, baring enormous teeth. “For them, the nightmare is only beginning.”
I took a deep breath. “We don’t want to be a part of their nightmare. May we go?”
The Suanmi bowed his head, his turquoise eyes fixed on my face. “I owe you a debt, White Tiger.”
I bowed back. Just let me and Jim go and we’ll call it even.
“When you wish to collect it, come here,” the Suanmi said. “It is my place now. I will take it from them by midday and by evening they will be bringing gifts to their new emperor.”
He turned and walked away, deeper into the house.
Jim picked me up and took off running. I hugged his neck and then we were out in the courtyard. Around us people ran in panic. Smoke and fire billowed from the buildings.
“What the hell was that?” Jim growled, his words distorted by his huge mouth.
“A Suanmi. In Chinese legends the dragon had nine sons, each with their own powers. Turns out the nine sons gave rise to nine families. He is a descendant of the son who wields fire.”
“He’s part dragon?”
“Yes!”
“I don’t care if he’s part dragon. If he looks at you like that again, I’ll cut his face off.”
“How did he look at me?”
Jim leapt up the stairs and stopped almost in midstep.
“Why did you stop?”
He pointed at the vendor’s cart filled with reproductions of old Japanese pornography. “The scroll with the woman in red.”
On the fake scroll, the woman lay on the floor, her red kimono falling apart while a man with a huge mutant penis crouched over her. A string of kanji characters explained the scene. “Yes?”
“The first two characters in the second column, that’s what I saw on the floor in the office.”
“Put me down.”
He lowered me to the ground. I leaned toward the scroll. The first character, second column: Joro. Joro? Really? “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
“Jim, that’s a very old word for whore. Baita is more common. I’ve never even seen joro on a sign anywhere, it’s that obscure.”
“That’s what I saw.”
I had no idea what that meant. How would August even know that kanji? He could barely remember the word for bathroom.
Behind us someone roared and a burning wood beam crashed down, just like in an old movie. Jim took my hand, and we ran up the stairs, out of Underground Atlanta, and we didn’t stop running until the door of my mother’s house loomed before me.
*
AS SOON AS we walked through the door, my family mugged us. My mother had called an emergency. Everyone was there: uncles, aunts, cousins, neighbors. They pulled Jim
The screaming went on forever.
Finally the roar stopped. I pulled my head away from Jim.
The man within the dragon turned and looked at us. Jim growled, and his clothes exploded off his body. His skin ripped, releasing muscle underneath. Bones thrust, growing, muscle formed new powerful limbs, and a new skin sheathed it, showing the coils of black rosettes against a thin golden pelt. A new creature stood in Jim’s place: half man, half monster. A werejaguar in the warrior form.
Jim snarled, his black lips framing enormous fangs, and stepped between me and the prisoner.
The Suanmi opened his mouth. Words flowed in English. “There is no need to fear me.”
There was every need to fear him. He had dragon blood in his veins. I swallowed. “We mean no harm to you.”
“I know.” The Suanmi looked at the cage. “I’d come here, sick and helpless. My family had been slaughtered and I was hurt. I came looking for medicine, but I lost consciousness and I awoke here. Nine months. I spent my eighteenth birthday in this cage while they carved pieces of my body to make themselves stronger. Healing the damage and waiting to be cut again. Nine months. Felt like forever.”
“It was a bad dream,” I told him. “It’s over now.”
“For me, yes.” The man smiled. The transparent beast stretched his maw, mimicking the smile, baring enormous teeth. “For them, the nightmare is only beginning.”
I took a deep breath. “We don’t want to be a part of their nightmare. May we go?”
The Suanmi bowed his head, his turquoise eyes fixed on my face. “I owe you a debt, White Tiger.”
I bowed back. Just let me and Jim go and we’ll call it even.
“When you wish to collect it, come here,” the Suanmi said. “It is my place now. I will take it from them by midday and by evening they will be bringing gifts to their new emperor.”
He turned and walked away, deeper into the house.
Jim picked me up and took off running. I hugged his neck and then we were out in the courtyard. Around us people ran in panic. Smoke and fire billowed from the buildings.
“What the hell was that?” Jim growled, his words distorted by his huge mouth.
“A Suanmi. In Chinese legends the dragon had nine sons, each with their own powers. Turns out the nine sons gave rise to nine families. He is a descendant of the son who wields fire.”
“He’s part dragon?”
“Yes!”
“I don’t care if he’s part dragon. If he looks at you like that again, I’ll cut his face off.”
“How did he look at me?”
Jim leapt up the stairs and stopped almost in midstep.
“Why did you stop?”
He pointed at the vendor’s cart filled with reproductions of old Japanese pornography. “The scroll with the woman in red.”
On the fake scroll, the woman lay on the floor, her red kimono falling apart while a man with a huge mutant penis crouched over her. A string of kanji characters explained the scene. “Yes?”
“The first two characters in the second column, that’s what I saw on the floor in the office.”
“Put me down.”
He lowered me to the ground. I leaned toward the scroll. The first character, second column: Joro. Joro? Really? “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
“Jim, that’s a very old word for whore. Baita is more common. I’ve never even seen joro on a sign anywhere, it’s that obscure.”
“That’s what I saw.”
I had no idea what that meant. How would August even know that kanji? He could barely remember the word for bathroom.
Behind us someone roared and a burning wood beam crashed down, just like in an old movie. Jim took my hand, and we ran up the stairs, out of Underground Atlanta, and we didn’t stop running until the door of my mother’s house loomed before me.
*
AS SOON AS we walked through the door, my family mugged us. My mother had called an emergency. Everyone was there: uncles, aunts, cousins, neighbors. They pulled Jim
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