Issue Three
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When Janie came to her senses, she<br />
was no longer seeing the world through<br />
a sane, undivided angle. Her vision was<br />
scrambled two dozen different ways, like<br />
she was looking through the geometrical<br />
facets of a diamond. She blinked<br />
fervently to right herself, and what<br />
closed over her brand new eyes were<br />
not human eyelids but a translucent<br />
yellow film viscous with slime. She saw<br />
through two kaleidoscopes, tripping over<br />
her cheap heels and flailing her arms for<br />
balance, the world swimming around her<br />
in phantasmagorical patterns.<br />
Her exoskeleton smashed into the wall<br />
with a grotesque crunch that was like<br />
stepping on a bag of aluminum cans,<br />
and without her control a bright red<br />
chemical spilled from two small holes in<br />
her face; a signal to let her brethren<br />
know she was in distress. The gas<br />
diffused throughout the room, dying the<br />
air in a rosy pink haze that looked like<br />
the colour of asphyxia. As she reeled<br />
back and reached up to inspect the<br />
damage, Janie knew, without any prior<br />
knowledge of how insects<br />
communicated, that she was seeing<br />
smells on top of everything else. Her<br />
manicured hands fluttered on the<br />
surface of her head in a spasm of panic,<br />
and when a bent, injured antenna<br />
brushed over the back of her hand, the<br />
truth was obvious to even an idiot of her<br />
caliber.<br />
She whirled on her legs, faint and<br />
delirious, and as she turned she brought<br />
herself to face the mirror by<br />
chance. Thrown off equilibrium by her<br />
damaged feeler, Janie crawled toward it<br />
on her hands and bloody knees, and<br />
reflected in her eyes, two dozen Janies<br />
crawled back at her, Janies only human<br />
from the neck down, Janies reborn with<br />
the green, alien head of a praying<br />
mantis.<br />
Like the others before her, like anyone<br />
in the whole wide world would do, Janie<br />
Sanders opened her flytrap mouth and<br />
screamed. Out of the dry, cavernous<br />
hole came the rattling hiss of locusts<br />
and the noxious malodour of black<br />
licorice mixed with cigarettes. Brooding,<br />
Janie let her feelers flit across the<br />
mirror, feeling with her whole body the<br />
cool, perfect smoothness of the<br />
glass. She blinked over and over,<br />
hoping it was all just a mirage, coating<br />
her alien black eyes with a fresh layer of<br />
slime that could have been tears.<br />
Even though she’d never been better<br />
than anybody, Janie had all her life<br />
thought her every minute action an<br />
expression of fine art. When things<br />
turned against her, she decided it was<br />
only because she was too good for<br />
them. She was too good for school and<br />
too good for her parents, but above all<br />
Janie was too good for The One. Now<br />
she could truly show The One mercy;<br />
now she could truly bite his head off and<br />
spare him the mortal anguish of living<br />
without her, for Janie Sanders was too<br />
good to live without.<br />
But nothing, not even Janie Sanders,<br />
was too good for the Uglylights. Nothing<br />
was good at all.<br />
Eli Sykes stood in the dark room with<br />
the bat drawn and his teeth bared,<br />
THE UGLYLIGHTS