Nimmo No More
"Momma, I'm thirsty!" I holler as I walk through the screen
door and into the kitchen.
Mom is standing at the kitchen sink with her
back to me, and as she hears me walk in she turns. Soap bubbles cover her arms
up to her elbows, and she wipes them off with a red checkered hand towel as
she smiles at me.
"Did I hear you say that you are thirsty, young
man?" she asks with a laugh in her voice.
A flush of embarrassment settles into my cheeks
as I recall the way I barged in and demanded a drink, and I sheepishly reply
yes. She reaches into the cupboard and grabs a tumbler.
My name is Primus_Darius_Agar (I have no clue
what it means) and I am a proud blue Nimmo. Mommy and Daddy created me a couple
of weeks ago, and I have many brothers and sisters. I am the odd one of the
bunch; they are all Darigan. But I'm proud of being different, proud to be me.
Mom and Dad treat me the same as the others, but lately there has been something
in the air around here. Something is about to happen, but I can't quite put
my finger on it. I spent all of this morning combing the woods for buried treasure.
Wait until Daddy gets home from work and sees the great treasures I found today!
But all of that hunting has made me awful thirsty, and I watch as Mommy fills
the tumbler with green juice. Green juice? That's odd, it's normally red. I
wonder if it tastes good?
"Here you go little guy," she says as she hands
me the tumbler with the green juice in it. As it passes from her hand to mine,
I get a fleeting odor of something awful. I hope it's not the juice. I raise
it to my nose and take a small sniff, and all I can smell is something tropical.
Must have been my imagination.
The first sip is wonderful, a delicate fruity
punch that immediately makes you want more. As Mommy watches with a strange
smile on her face, I greedily drink it down and hand the tumbler back to her,
wiping my arm across my mouth as I do so.
"What was that, Mommy? It was great!"
"Oh, just a little something special for a special
young man. Now run along and play; dinner will be done in a bit." She leans
in and kisses me on the forehead, that strange smile never leaving her.
I head for the screen door that I had come in
a few minutes before, but as I reach for the knob my stomach starts to rumble.
That's strange. I felt fine before. I shrug it off and head out into the dazzling
My brothers and sisters are in the back yard
playing a rather fierce game of Yooyuball. My brother Fiery hollers over to
me to join them, but I prefer to watch. I'm not as big and athletic as they
are, so I sit on the side and admire them for their grace and speed. The game
is tied, and each side wants me to cheer for them. I just smile as I lean back
and think about what a wonderful life I have. Sleep starts to roll in, and I
can feel my eyes getting heavy. I try to fight it, I'm not one for naps and
I love to watch them play. But try as I might, they close on their own. My last
clear thought is, "How strange. I didn't know I was tired."
When I open my eyes, I am greeted with darkness.
A small glow is coming from a candle on the desk at the far end of the room
(room? How did I get in my room?). I sit up instantly, and as my eyes adjust
I can see Mommy standing at the head of my bed. She strokes my cheek, and there
is a strange glint in her eyes.
"Wha... what's happened?" I struggle to get
out of bed, but for some strange reason my body feels cumbersome. It feels like..
like.. like it's not my own. I glance around the room, and see my brothers and
sisters sitting around my room, all eyes watching my every move. They all have
looks of utter delight on their face, and suddenly I'm terrified.
"Lay down, Primus, there is no need to get up.
Everything is fine, dear." Mommy tries to smooth my hair down and I can feel
the anger welling up inside of me. Anger? Where did anger come from? I've never
been angry, especially not at Momma! I breathe deeply and count to ten as I
survey my room. At the other side of my bed is Daddy. He is standing there with
the proudest look on his face that I have ever seen. I have the strange urge
to pinch myself, so I can wake up from this uncanny dream where nothing is making
"Welcome home, son!" Daddy says as he leans
in to hug me. Welcome home?!? I haven't gone anywhere!
I can't take it anymore, I have to see what
the fuss is about. Maybe if I search the house I will find a clue as to what
is going on. I make it to my feet and wind my way around the bed, stepping over
my many brothers and sisters as I do so. I step into the dimly lit hallway and
look back. My whole family is standing now, watching me with admiration. The
sensation that I have awoken to a mad house steals over me for a moment, and
I shake it off.
I feel my way along the hall and down the short
flight of stairs that takes me to the living room. Here I can see; the reading
lamp over Momma's chair is glowing brightly. I walk slowly into the room, scanning
every square inch with my keen eyes, sniffing here and there for some clue.
Startled, I stop moving. Why is it that my vision is sharper? And was I just
SNIFFING for clues? I don't sniff! Something strange is definitely going on
here, so strange that I instantly want to run back up to my room and go back
to sleep, waking up when things have returned to their own universe. I walk
over to stand in front of the couch, still scanning for something, anything
that will clue me in. As I'm standing there, my eyes go to the fireplace at
the other side of the living room. And there, in the mirror, is the angriest
Darigan Krawk I have ever seen!
"AAAAHHHHH!!!!" I scream in terror as I run
to hide behind Momma's chair. My heart is beating a mile a minute, and I can
taste fear in the back of my throat. Thoughts were rampaging through my mind,
one in particular being "Please don't let it eat me!" I take a deep breath,
and peek around the back of Momma's chair to take inventory of where that nasty
Krawk is so I can plan my escape. I look out slowly, and... there is no one
there! Peeking out further, I check everywhere (firstly, though, was the seat
of Momma's chair to make sure the Krawk wasn't there waiting for a Nimmo kebab).
After a few seconds of slow perusing, I decide that there isn't anyone in sight
and I had better remove myself before the family finds me hiding back here.
I laugh at myself. Imagine! A Krawk in our house! I shake my head slowly at
my silliness, and return to my spot in front of the couch to continue my search.
With my hands on my hips (and boy they feel
mightily "hippy" tonight!) I start scanning the room. I don't see anything as
I'm looking around near the ceiling, so I bring my head down a notch to scan
at eye level. Nope, nothing there either. Maybe the coffee table? I look down
at the cluttered coffee table, covered in the Neopian Times and back issues
of The Neopets Magazine. And as I'm surveying the wreckage, I can see my legs.
Fear sets in and I step back, putting my hands out in front of me as I do so.
And fear takes the reigns to every molecule of my body as I realize what I'm
seeing. Those aren't my hands! Those are claws! Sharp claws, with nasty looking
meat hooks on the end of them! And purple... oh my, they are purple! My mouth
opens and nothing comes out but a strangled little mew of terror. I bump into
the couch and fall into it, landing in a haphazard sitting position. My eyes
are flicking over every inch of my body now, and I don't like what I see. A
sea of purple stretches in every spot that used to be my lovely Nimmo body.
My nubby fingers were replaced with those unmentionable talons, along with my
feet. My belly is no longer flat and lean; it bulges in unsightly places and
has horizontal lines dissecting it at intervals.
I struggle with the realization that things
are never going to be the same again if I don't wake from this horrible nightmare.
I must pinch myself at once! I reach down and grab an inch of purple thigh,
and pinch with all of my might. And... I howl in pain. No! This isn't happening.
I have to get a better look, I need to know what has happened to my precious
I manage to pull the dead weight of a body that
isn't mine off the couch and into a standing position. With my eyes to the floor,
I walk over to the fireplace, not quite daring to look up and confirm what I
I force my head up slowly, and stare right into
that angry Darigan Krawk's red eyes. Terror clenches at my stomach, and I swallow
back the tears that threaten to burst forth. How could they do this to me? Why?
An image of Momma handing me a tumbler of green
stuff flashes in my mind, and suddenly I am angrier than ever. (Than ever? I
am really angry for the first time!) I've been duped. I've been had. I've been
made a fool of. As I study my face in the mirror, disliking every bit of it,
I can see my family gathering behind me. Family? This isn't my family. My family
wouldn't have betrayed me. My family wouldn't have changed who I am. We stand
there across the room from each other, and I can feel a strange sensation in
my back. Peeking to the side, I can see a pair of gi-normous purple wings spread
in all their glory. And they are all mine, all against my will.
Mother opens her mouth to speak as my brothers
and sisters gape in awe. Father has a knowing look on his face, a look that
says that this might have been a mistake. I silence her before she can start
by holding up one of my newly acquired "hands."
"This is not over," I say as I walk slowly to
the door, swallowing back hatred and anger. "This is merely the beginning. This
is me... vowing revenge." I open the same screen door that I had happily entered
and exited many times before as a little blue Nimmo boy without a care in the
world, and I exit for the last time.