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Authors: Eric Hobbs
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been burned so badly it was already starting to blister.
“Are you okay?!”
“There isn’t time! We have to move. Now!”
In a show of impossible strength the hooded man launched the heavy bookcase across the room with a single hand. He stepped into the passage. Douglas was right behind him. The librarian looked over his shoulder just as he and the kids crossed into the darkness of the corridor.
His attackers were coming, chasing after him – after him and the three children who had earned their displeasure as well.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
“WE’RE DEAD!” TAYLOR screeched. “Oh, man! We’re dead! We’re dead! We’re so dead!!” She was in the lead, scurrying down the passage with arms stretched out in front of her, one hand feeling along the brick wall as they went. Things had gone worse than she’d imagined. At first she thought they would just get lost and starve to death. Now they were being chased, probably by a monster that would eat them to cure an appetite of his own.
“What’s that sound?! What’s that sound?!” The ring of keys on Locke’s belt offered a steady jingle with every step. “It’s them, Wes! It’s them!”
“Keep going straight,” Wesley said. “We’re almost there!”
He was lying, though. The truth was Wesley thought they should have come across the lantern by now. The trip to the librarian’s study had been relatively short. They were running now, and Wesley was sure it had taken twice as long to get where they were.
“There it is,” Taylor squeaked. “I see it! I see it!”
Thank god , Wesley thought.
The kids took a sharp right into the next passage. They knew their way from this point, but Wesley slowed his pace when he saw the librarian had stopped near the old lantern hanging from the hook.
“Go!” The old man ordered. “Find your teacher! Get back to school!” He looked at Locke. “Go home!”
“But we can’t! He—“
“GO!” The old man boomed in a voice that seemed to come from somewhere deep inside of him, a place hidden an ancient. “GO NOW!!”
Wesley looked down the corridor. A pair of orange eyes were bouncing around in the darkness as the hooded man approached. He took off after his friends.
The librarian waited for Wesley to round the corner then turned his attention back down the passage and rested his hand on the hanging lantern.
Those flaming eyes were closing in. Dancing in the dark. Closer. And closer. Until eventually the two men were stepping into the lantern’s light.
Douglas stopped and cast a satisfied glare at the librarian. He looked like a boy about to dive into an ice cream sundae he’d stolen from a little girl. He was ecstatic this was where their confrontation had led. He could kill the old man if he wanted. He didn’t need him anymore. Not really. He’d been battling the librarian for years, but it was all about to end. He was about to lick the bowl clean.
The hooded man stepped forward, and the librarian pulled the lantern from the wall.
Douglas heard the rattle of chains and moving gears from inside the passage walls. “Wait!” He looked up just in time to see the boulder begin its descent. Both men leapt aside to avoid the boulder, but the falling stone was never meant for them. It was merely the catalyst needed to activate the trap. Instead, a thick set of cobwebs pulled free from the stone floor and quickly scooped the two men up, pulling them to the ceiling.
The librarian watched the netting sway back-and-forth, his attackers trapped some twelve feet over his head. Even from his new position Douglas was still trying to win. He reached through the sticky netting for the librarian. The librarian moved toward the ladder that led into the caverns beneath the library. “Go ahead and run, you old fool! It’s better that way!” Douglas gritted his teeth. “Winning will taste so much better that
“Are you okay?!”
“There isn’t time! We have to move. Now!”
In a show of impossible strength the hooded man launched the heavy bookcase across the room with a single hand. He stepped into the passage. Douglas was right behind him. The librarian looked over his shoulder just as he and the kids crossed into the darkness of the corridor.
His attackers were coming, chasing after him – after him and the three children who had earned their displeasure as well.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
“WE’RE DEAD!” TAYLOR screeched. “Oh, man! We’re dead! We’re dead! We’re so dead!!” She was in the lead, scurrying down the passage with arms stretched out in front of her, one hand feeling along the brick wall as they went. Things had gone worse than she’d imagined. At first she thought they would just get lost and starve to death. Now they were being chased, probably by a monster that would eat them to cure an appetite of his own.
“What’s that sound?! What’s that sound?!” The ring of keys on Locke’s belt offered a steady jingle with every step. “It’s them, Wes! It’s them!”
“Keep going straight,” Wesley said. “We’re almost there!”
He was lying, though. The truth was Wesley thought they should have come across the lantern by now. The trip to the librarian’s study had been relatively short. They were running now, and Wesley was sure it had taken twice as long to get where they were.
“There it is,” Taylor squeaked. “I see it! I see it!”
Thank god , Wesley thought.
The kids took a sharp right into the next passage. They knew their way from this point, but Wesley slowed his pace when he saw the librarian had stopped near the old lantern hanging from the hook.
“Go!” The old man ordered. “Find your teacher! Get back to school!” He looked at Locke. “Go home!”
“But we can’t! He—“
“GO!” The old man boomed in a voice that seemed to come from somewhere deep inside of him, a place hidden an ancient. “GO NOW!!”
Wesley looked down the corridor. A pair of orange eyes were bouncing around in the darkness as the hooded man approached. He took off after his friends.
The librarian waited for Wesley to round the corner then turned his attention back down the passage and rested his hand on the hanging lantern.
Those flaming eyes were closing in. Dancing in the dark. Closer. And closer. Until eventually the two men were stepping into the lantern’s light.
Douglas stopped and cast a satisfied glare at the librarian. He looked like a boy about to dive into an ice cream sundae he’d stolen from a little girl. He was ecstatic this was where their confrontation had led. He could kill the old man if he wanted. He didn’t need him anymore. Not really. He’d been battling the librarian for years, but it was all about to end. He was about to lick the bowl clean.
The hooded man stepped forward, and the librarian pulled the lantern from the wall.
Douglas heard the rattle of chains and moving gears from inside the passage walls. “Wait!” He looked up just in time to see the boulder begin its descent. Both men leapt aside to avoid the boulder, but the falling stone was never meant for them. It was merely the catalyst needed to activate the trap. Instead, a thick set of cobwebs pulled free from the stone floor and quickly scooped the two men up, pulling them to the ceiling.
The librarian watched the netting sway back-and-forth, his attackers trapped some twelve feet over his head. Even from his new position Douglas was still trying to win. He reached through the sticky netting for the librarian. The librarian moved toward the ladder that led into the caverns beneath the library. “Go ahead and run, you old fool! It’s better that way!” Douglas gritted his teeth. “Winning will taste so much better that
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