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jumped on it and turned back east, heading
the quarter mile to the football field.
CHAPTER 8
The field was nearby. So were the furies. I stopped my
scooter at a funny shaped octagon house. Bats circled the area. My
nerves turned into electricity firing through my body. But I had to
do it.
Crawling through some brush,
I knew it wouldn’t be long
before the scavengers found me. In one hand I had my ax. In the
other I had the rifle of Mark’s he left at the station. It had a much
better firing range and would do more damage. With an inhale, I
knew I had to go in guns blazing to save Tyran.
The run into the field was short. Somehow managing to
keep my gaze on the furies, I found Tyran chained by the fencing
securing the field. He was fighting to get away.
Reaching him, I peered over his bindings. His wrists were
bloody, the skin peeling from them. His body was sweaty. Every
vein was protruding.
He turned to me. “Kat. You’ve got to get me out of here.”
I was afraid to touch the metal. “What is that?”
“Blessed chains. And silver.”
Scanning the grass, I couldn’t find any rocks or
sticks that
could be used to break the locks. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I
heard chirping above me.
Tyran caught my attention. “Kat, it will be okay. The only
way out is to shoot.”
“I’ll blow your hands off.”
He smiled. “Who needs hands when I’ve got yours?”
“They’ll hear.” I motioned to the bats.
“We’ll have to do this quick.”
Checking again, in the clouds I could make out three furies.
Even though they flew high, I couldn’t get over how big they
looked. Don’t pay attention to them. I cocked the rifle and fired
one shot into the lock of Tyran’s left hand. It was free. I, however,
wasn’t. The bats stayed in place, gazing down at me.
“Shit.”
One swooped down in a dive-bomb fashion. Hitting the
ground, I tossed the rifle to Tyran. Ax in hand, I swung as the
monster came for round two. As it approached, I dug the blade into
its wings. An ear-piercing screech shook the earth as it fell to the
ground. Another shot rang and Tyran was free, picking me up.
I turned back to get a glimpse of the creature. It was a man,
or used to be, with medium length red hair and a thatch of curls
spread over his chest. He was nude, but didn’t have a dick. My
brows creased as it lifted its wings, one cut, and revealed black
veins and thumbs wiggling on the ends. Shivers ran over me as I
high-tailed it out of there.
As Tyran and I reached the gate, another fury landed in
front of us. Tyran pulled his cutting knife and threw it at the beast.
It connected with its eye, but the monster merely shook the blade
free.
I stood in front of Tyran. “My turn.”
As fast as I could, I ran at the beast and chopped my ax into
its chest. Its head was swung back. Yanking the weapon from it, I
tried to do more damage but the creature snapped at me, biting
chunks of my hair. Its teeth tangled around my locks and pulled me
closer to it. Someone get this thing a Mentos. I gagged as its breath
poured over me. Looking into its eyes, I pushed the edge of my ax
into its neck. Red ooze dribbled and I knew I hit the mark. Cutting
with all I had, I chopped until its head rolled to the side. Just for
good measure I included the wings.
When I turned back I saw Tyran shooting at the injured
fury. He cocked his rifle and put two in its neck. The beast
continued to walk towards us. Bloody ax in hand, I swung it and
removed its head.
“Damn it, girl. Did I ever tell you how sexy you are?”
Tyran mocked.
“No, and now wouldn’t be the time.”
Above us was one last fury. I found my scooter and hopped
on. Tyran straddled it and we took off. I could hear a noise that
sounded as if a tarp was blowing in the wind behind us. With a
check in my rearview mirror, I saw the fury closing in on us. As it
tried to snap, I jerked the scooter to the right and into the parking
lot of the gas station.
the quarter mile to the football field.
CHAPTER 8
The field was nearby. So were the furies. I stopped my
scooter at a funny shaped octagon house. Bats circled the area. My
nerves turned into electricity firing through my body. But I had to
do it.
Crawling through some brush,
I knew it wouldn’t be long
before the scavengers found me. In one hand I had my ax. In the
other I had the rifle of Mark’s he left at the station. It had a much
better firing range and would do more damage. With an inhale, I
knew I had to go in guns blazing to save Tyran.
The run into the field was short. Somehow managing to
keep my gaze on the furies, I found Tyran chained by the fencing
securing the field. He was fighting to get away.
Reaching him, I peered over his bindings. His wrists were
bloody, the skin peeling from them. His body was sweaty. Every
vein was protruding.
He turned to me. “Kat. You’ve got to get me out of here.”
I was afraid to touch the metal. “What is that?”
“Blessed chains. And silver.”
Scanning the grass, I couldn’t find any rocks or
sticks that
could be used to break the locks. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I
heard chirping above me.
Tyran caught my attention. “Kat, it will be okay. The only
way out is to shoot.”
“I’ll blow your hands off.”
He smiled. “Who needs hands when I’ve got yours?”
“They’ll hear.” I motioned to the bats.
“We’ll have to do this quick.”
Checking again, in the clouds I could make out three furies.
Even though they flew high, I couldn’t get over how big they
looked. Don’t pay attention to them. I cocked the rifle and fired
one shot into the lock of Tyran’s left hand. It was free. I, however,
wasn’t. The bats stayed in place, gazing down at me.
“Shit.”
One swooped down in a dive-bomb fashion. Hitting the
ground, I tossed the rifle to Tyran. Ax in hand, I swung as the
monster came for round two. As it approached, I dug the blade into
its wings. An ear-piercing screech shook the earth as it fell to the
ground. Another shot rang and Tyran was free, picking me up.
I turned back to get a glimpse of the creature. It was a man,
or used to be, with medium length red hair and a thatch of curls
spread over his chest. He was nude, but didn’t have a dick. My
brows creased as it lifted its wings, one cut, and revealed black
veins and thumbs wiggling on the ends. Shivers ran over me as I
high-tailed it out of there.
As Tyran and I reached the gate, another fury landed in
front of us. Tyran pulled his cutting knife and threw it at the beast.
It connected with its eye, but the monster merely shook the blade
free.
I stood in front of Tyran. “My turn.”
As fast as I could, I ran at the beast and chopped my ax into
its chest. Its head was swung back. Yanking the weapon from it, I
tried to do more damage but the creature snapped at me, biting
chunks of my hair. Its teeth tangled around my locks and pulled me
closer to it. Someone get this thing a Mentos. I gagged as its breath
poured over me. Looking into its eyes, I pushed the edge of my ax
into its neck. Red ooze dribbled and I knew I hit the mark. Cutting
with all I had, I chopped until its head rolled to the side. Just for
good measure I included the wings.
When I turned back I saw Tyran shooting at the injured
fury. He cocked his rifle and put two in its neck. The beast
continued to walk towards us. Bloody ax in hand, I swung it and
removed its head.
“Damn it, girl. Did I ever tell you how sexy you are?”
Tyran mocked.
“No, and now wouldn’t be the time.”
Above us was one last fury. I found my scooter and hopped
on. Tyran straddled it and we took off. I could hear a noise that
sounded as if a tarp was blowing in the wind behind us. With a
check in my rearview mirror, I saw the fury closing in on us. As it
tried to snap, I jerked the scooter to the right and into the parking
lot of the gas station.
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