Sidekicks
"So it's them again!" Damien said furiously, pounding the table and walking crossly to the other side of the room. "They'll never give up! First animals. Then kids. Then us. Now, a woman's unborn baby?"
Father Damien stared at the table. "Not just any baby, Damien. This baby is supposed to be born on October 31. Halloween."
Damien stopped. "The most important day on the occult calendar," he whispered. He slapped his head. "Oh, man! why [sic] didn't I think of that!" [Note--incorrect capitalization of "Why." Oddly, in the type-up, I put only one space after the exclamation mark, as if it's meant to be a continuation of the previous sentence--I did the same thing in the type-up of Sidekicks, so I don't know if for some reason I did it on purpose (thinking there was only one "space" in the handwritten versions??), or if I copied-and-pasted one of these type-ups to the other. *is mystified*]
"Those guys can turn up anywhere," Officer Jones said. "How'll we ever find them in time? Halloween is the day after tomorrow!"
Shirana noticed Damien thinking. He suddenly said, "There's only one way," and left.
"Where's he going?" Boomer asked. Belinda nodded.
"That's simple," Madame Solatska replied. "My ball tells all."
"Well, have it tell us where he's going!" Officer Jones snapped.
"He's going back to the streets," the gypsy [sic] said, waving her hands. "To get his street friends."
The others gasped. The streets! There could be no worse place for Damien! And tomorrow was--was--
Devil's Night!
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