Billy was eight years old. He was sitting at his desk in class. The teacher was talking. Billy was looking very attentive. In truth, he didn’t hear a word of what the teacher was saying. Monsters! His head was filled with visions of monsters. He saw himself hunting bloodsucking fiends, flesh-eating ghouls, bone-crushing brutes, would-be world-conquering despotic demons, and snickering creeps who tortured innocent victims. He hunted them down and destroyed them—or at the very least banished them to another dimension. Let evil beware! None can escape Billy, the monster hunter! The bell rang and snapped Billy out of his reverie. It was the last day of school. Billy ran out of the classroom, emptied his locker into his school bag, and hurried out of the school building. On his way home he stopped by The Golden Age comics shop. It was Wednesday.
