Horror Island: A Rex Havoc Novel by Stenstrum Jim

Author:Stenstrum, Jim [Stenstrum, Jim]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-11-05T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

Three Wishes

When the smoke from the magic lamp cleared, Crayon gasped in astonishment at the huge blue genie that nearly filled the front room of Rex’s apartment.

The genie was at least twelve feet tall, bald except for a topknot, and looked remarkably like Rex Ingram, the actor who played the genie in “The Thief of Bagdad” from the 1940s. He had talons and sharp, snaggled teeth, and was so big he had to crouch to fit inside the room.

“I am the genie of the lamp, O Mistress,” he said in a rich, baritone voice. “I am bound to grant you three wishes, if that is your desire.”

“Omigod, you’re an actual genie?” said Crayon.

“I am, Mistress. Do you desire the three wishes? I must have an answer before I can grant them.”

“Kyeah, I want ‘em. You kiddin’? Give ‘em here, buddy boy.”

The genie placed his right palm on his forehead and bowed respectfully.

“Then state your first wish and I shall grant it, Mistress.”

Crayon thought for a second and saw the cast on her arm.

“Okay, um… oh, I know. Mr. Genie, I wish for you to fix my broken arm.”

“Your wish is my command, Mistress.”

The genie snapped his fingers and instantly Crayon’s cast vanished and her arm was as good as new. Plus, just for extra flair, he removed a suspicious mole on her upper arm. She bent her elbow and flexed her fingers and giggled.

“Wow, that is wicked cool.”

Again, the genie salaamed.

“I hope I have pleased you, Mistress. Two more wishes remain and then I shall gain my freedom.”

“Your freedom, huh? Sure, why not? How long have you been cooped up in that gravy boat, anyway?”

“It is a lamp, Mistress, not a gravy boat. A man called Rex Havoc imprisoned me within the lamp many years ago, and I have vowed to have my revenge. Do you know this man?”

Crayon gulped and quickly covered up Rex’s name tag on her shirt.

“Rex Havoc? Nope, doesn’t ring a bell…”

The genie peered at her suspiciously, not entirely satisfied with her answer. But he let it go and returned to business.

“I await your second wish, Mistress.”

She rubbed her hands together in gleeful anticipation.

“Okay, um, give me a minute to think…”

Crayon took a quick look around the room and happened to catch her reflection in an elaborately carved mirror hanging on the wall. The image she saw in the mirror was that of a woman several years older than Crayon’s true age, with lines and wrinkles she had not earned or deserved.

Three weeks ago, Crayon had literally sacrificed her youth to save Dementia’s life. She did not regret this decision, but she did kinda feel cheated out of the best partying years of her life.

Crayon wondered if the sudden appearance of this genie was the work of the Fates trying to square things again. Perhaps the gods of the universe were telling her she needed to go clubbing again.

Yep, she decided. That’s exactly what they were doing.

“All right, genie, I have a good one. I wish to be eighteen years old again.

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