Chapter 9
Goodbye Blue Monday

Hobbes was wandering Calvin's mind as he was in school. It felt strange and lonely. It was completely empty and lifeless except for him. There was no fun, no adventure, no hate, and no anger. Tracer Bullet's office was empty. The stars in the sky were all blacked out with no Spaceman Spiff to explore them. There was no Stupendous Man or Captain Napalm and no criminals for them to stop. Most of all, there was no Calvin. He was in his dark place, refusing to let anyone inside. Hobbes did not know how long Calvin would be in his dark place. It could be only for a couple of hours or the whole school day. It made him feel uneasy and lonely. Hobbes felt like he could cry.
"Don't you still love me, Calvin?" He said, quietly to himself.

"Hello, Leviathan." A voice said from behind Hobbes. Hobbes knew exactly who it was when he turned around.
"Killer. What did you do?" He said, his sadness turning into anger.
"I wiped out all life in this world to make room for a new one. You're the only thing left to kill, Leviathan. A new dawn approaches when you die, and I will die with you soon." Killer said.
"Kill me? So you can force Calvin to be like all those morons in the world? Forget it! I'm his last bastion of sanity, the last remnant of who he really is, and you're not going to trick him into being someone else, not while I'm still alive!" Hobbes said, getting angrier.
"Free will? Is that what you fight for? You are pathetic. Calvin was given the ability to be whatever he wanted to be. Then he threw it away when he decided to become a child. When given a choice, mankind will always choose wrong. He needs to grow up. He needs his free will suppressed so that he can become a man and move on with his life." Killer said.
"Why do you hate freedom, huh? Making choices is what makes life so great, even if you're making the wrong ones. Besides, society sucks! It makes people into evil robots that only do as society says without thinking. Calvin did not decide to be a child. He decided to be happy!" Hobbes said.
"You're a fool, Leviathan. A lack of society and laws will not make Calvin happy. It will only hurt him. Our clash of ideals seems to have come to this." Killer said, brandishing his claws.
"You're going to die for good today, Killer. I'm going to be sure of it." Hobbes said.

Hobbes tackled Killer to the ground, growling and screaming in a frenzy. He tore at Killer's flesh, until the monster sliced Hobbes in the gut. Hobbes jumped back, and stared into Killer's mask, gazing into the hatred in his eyes. He tackled Killer to the ground again, and bit into his arm. He pulled and jerked, until finally, Killer's arm was dismembered. Killer did not scream in pain. He was silent. He tried to slash Hobbes with his remaining arm, but Hobbes jumped out of the way. Hobbes then bit into his other arm and tore it off, just as he did the other arm.
"I guess you win, Leviathan. I can come back to life one hundred times, and I will never defeat you." Killer said. Hobbes did not say a word. He removed Killer's mask and saw Calvin's face. Hobbes could tell that this was not Calvin, and the face dissolved into Susie's face.
"You aren't really her, are you?" Hobbes said.
"Keep looking. You have yet to see my true face." Killer said. The Susie face melted away, revealing Killer's true face. It was indescribably hideous.
"What are you?" Hobbes said, horrified. Killer laughed and coughed up blood.
"It doesn't matter. You're never seeing me again after this." Killer said.

"Why did you have multiple faces if you had that mask? It seems kind of… pointless." Hobbes said, calming down.
"My face is symbolic of who controls me. I had Calvin's face when he willed me to kill his childish thoughts. When I was Susie, she was the one using me to get inside Calvin's head, to fix him." Killer said.
"Wait, Susie is who you are working for?" Hobbes said.
"She was pulling my strings the whole time. Don't hate her. She loves you on some level, Leviathan, even if she wants you dead." Killer said. Hobbes was angry now.
"I'll kill her!" He shouted. He delivered the final blow. Hobbes was not sure if Killer was dead for good, or even if he could die, but he knew that he was not coming back.