My Fairy Godmonster by Denice Hughes Lewis Read Free Book Online

flash.
    BOOM!
    The ground shakes. I scramble backward and
thump into a tree. Dark clouds
    menace the meadow. Heartbeats crash in my
head. I can’t breathe or move.
    An engine roars overhead. Chrome plunges down
through the mist.
    I scream and hit the ground.
    A Harley Davidson pops through the vanishing
mist. Metal wings on the sides of the motorcycle clank back and
forth in flight as it lands. Astride it, is a tall, female figure
in a cool, red leather jumpsuit that fits like skin. Her yellow
knee boots shine.
    “Be quick about it,” says the rider in an
irritated, yet sexy voice. “My stylist freaks if I’m late and it’s
not a pretty sight.”
    She pushes a button. The metal wings fold up
against the sides of the motorcycle.
    Silence and exotic perfume fill the air.
    I try to move, but I’m shaking too much.
    Suddenly, I notice the whip hooked onto her
silver-studded black belt. I scramble backward and bump against the
tree. Dry bark digs into my hands.
    The rider removes the black helmet.
    I scream. It’s the monster in my
nightmare.
    “Buck up,” orders the rider.
    I run away on shaky legs.
    A gloved fist grabs me by the back of my
shirt. I hang in the air like the catch of the day.
    “Going someplace?” the voice purrs.
    “H-home.”
    “Not.”
    The fist swings me around. I stare into
yellow, cat eyes.
    She puts me down and removes her gloves. Long
claws with red fingernail polish extend beyond her four, graceful
fingers.
    “W-who are you?” I stammer. I can’t stop my
knees from shaking.
    “The Big Bad Wolf,” she laughs, running her
claws through orange, spiky hair.
    “Yeah, right.”
    She smiles and I glimpse those white
fangs.
    I gasp.
    “Chill. I don’t harm my assignments. Except
for that Striplehook who kept trying to grope me. Had to knock him
out.”
    I can’t speak.
    “Not a scaredy cat, are you?” she
grumbles.
    “I’m not afraid of anything.”
    “That’s a relief. It will make things
easier.”
    She swings the whip around her head.
    I yell and flatten myself on the ground.
    “Oh, get a grip.”
    Her whip fizzles like a wet firecracker and
hangs limp.
    She stares at it. “Cripes, what a bother.
Let’s hope those idiots get things sorted out. The faster the
better.”
    I drag myself up. “Who are you?”
    She smoothes the one wrinkle in her jumpsuit.
“Your Fairy Godmonster.”
    “Sure you are,” I say. “And I’m Little Red
Riding Hood.”
    Her yellow eyes turn black.
    “Look. It’s like this. FIMM is frozen.”
    “FIMM?” I ask.
    “The Fairy Instantaneous Manifestation
Monitor. It regulates Fairy Godmothers, Fairy Godfathers, Fairy
Godpets and the best of all, Fairy Godmonsters.”
    “What’s that got to do with me?”
    “You need a Fairy Godmother.”
    “Huh-uh,” I say.
    “FIMM doesn’t make mistakes. Your Fairy
Godmother was almost here when she crashed into my bike. It caused
an electrical malfunction in the biorhythmic alpha particles of
FIMM. I ended up here instead of Monsterdome.”
    Her eyes gleam. “I wonder how your Fairy
Godmother is doing there?” She purrs, then laughs. “She’ll
definitely be freaked out.”
    My head spins.
    She whacks the top of the whip and it curls
up so fast that I wonder if I saw it.
    Shoving it into her belt, her fox-like tail
flips in irritation.
    “Why the whip?” I ask, biting my tongue to
keep from snickering at her tail.
    “Magic wand.”
    I giggle. Can’t help myself and burst out
laughing. I grab my mouth when she glares at me. It doesn’t help. I
can’t stop laughing. Tears run down my face and I clutch my aching
stomach.
    She watches me for a while.
    “Do you need a slap in the face?” she
asks.
    I stop laughing and look into her concerned,
luminous eyes. Unfortunately, I see the wings of the motorcycle
behind her. I chuckle.
    “What’s so funny?”
    “How come you don’t have
wings?”
    “Wings are so last-century.”
    My hysterics last until she touches my face
with one claw.
    “Are you