crawled up my spine and settled behind my shoulders.
“Show yourself,” I called out into the night.
Let’s do this.
A wave of banshees screeched straight for my head. “Flappy!” I screamed as I hit one with a switch star. It flew backward as another banshee knocked me to the ground. Breath whooshed out of me as I hit hard sand and dirt. Razor sharp jaws thrashed, acidic spittle rained down as I took out the one on top of me, my switch star propelling it back into at least two more.
I scrambled to my feet and saw that Flappy had one in his jaws like a chew toy. The creature shrieked as the dragon bit it in half. I knocked out the last two with switch stars to the head while they tried to scramble away from Flappy, who’d chomped another one.
He tossed the creature out into the night. “Rrr-yee!” Flappy called, triumphant.
Biker witches poured out of the hotel, Grandma in the lead. I could tell it was her by her lavender housecoat, flapping behind her as she ran.
“Now they come,” I said, out of breath, turning a circle to make sure we didn’t miss any bad ass creatures of the night.
One of my pant legs sizzled with toxic banshee spit. Just when I was about to try and find a rock to scrape it with, Flappy licked it off.
“Thanks,” I said slowly, waiting to see if I had to take care of a sick dragon.
Flappy panted, his breath hot and wet against my shoulder as he watched me.
“Dimitri was right. You are a fighter.” I reached up to pet the dragon behind an ear, flicking my wrist to avoid a glowing red moth that wanted to land there.
Fairy moth?
“Shoo,” I brushed it off my shoulder and cringed as it landed on my neck.
It chomped down. Hard. “Ow!”
I grabbed it. That’s when, to my horror, I saw it was missing half a wing. Its entire body was rumpled, as if it had been smashed and its eyes were milky white.
It was a zombie bug.
Sweet Mary.
It zipped away as I went for a switch star. Jagged teeth sprang from a bulbous, larvae-like body. It reached for me with countless scarlet tentacles.
I tried to dodge sideways, but it crashed down on my leg. Before I could say demon-insect-from-hell, it bit a hole in my pants and sunk its teeth into my thigh.
“Ow!” I recoiled as it dug its fangs into my flesh. Pain seized me as it burrowed its head into my skin.
In a panic, I pulled at the creature’s fat body as it sank, fraction by fraction into my flesh. I could feel it biting, wriggling inside of me.
My mind went foggy and I had an insane desire to stand up and run – to where, I had no idea.
I screamed like a banshee, or so I was told.
The biker witches propped me up. My mind was numb, shocked as I tried to pull the creature away from me, watching it move under my skin.
“Kill it!” Grandma hollered.
Flashlights blinded me.
“No,” Dimitri ordered. “Put it to sleep.”
Glass broke over my leg and a cold spell oozed down my pants. My entire leg went dead.
“I’ve got you, Lizzie,” Dimitri said, his words clipped and crisp. I closed my eyes and focused on his voice. “Slowly. We want to get it all.”
I squeezed my eyes tighter. My head pounded. I was burning from the inside out.
Slowly, Dimitri pulled the hot agony out of my body through the hole in my leg. It felt like he was taking part of me with it. Sweating, I ventured a look. My thigh was laid open and bloody as Dimitri worked the fat pulp of the creature out by the neck.
I leaned my head back against Grandma. “Oh, ick.”
Dimitri grunted and plunked something into a jar. “Come on. Let’s get you inside.”
A few minutes later, I hunkered in one of the wing-backed chairs by the window with my leg propped up on the opposite chair. My brain was starting to clear, the muddiness replaced by a throbbing ache at the base of my skull.
I looked around to Grandma, Dimitri and about a dozen or so biker
“Show yourself,” I called out into the night.
Let’s do this.
A wave of banshees screeched straight for my head. “Flappy!” I screamed as I hit one with a switch star. It flew backward as another banshee knocked me to the ground. Breath whooshed out of me as I hit hard sand and dirt. Razor sharp jaws thrashed, acidic spittle rained down as I took out the one on top of me, my switch star propelling it back into at least two more.
I scrambled to my feet and saw that Flappy had one in his jaws like a chew toy. The creature shrieked as the dragon bit it in half. I knocked out the last two with switch stars to the head while they tried to scramble away from Flappy, who’d chomped another one.
He tossed the creature out into the night. “Rrr-yee!” Flappy called, triumphant.
Biker witches poured out of the hotel, Grandma in the lead. I could tell it was her by her lavender housecoat, flapping behind her as she ran.
“Now they come,” I said, out of breath, turning a circle to make sure we didn’t miss any bad ass creatures of the night.
One of my pant legs sizzled with toxic banshee spit. Just when I was about to try and find a rock to scrape it with, Flappy licked it off.
“Thanks,” I said slowly, waiting to see if I had to take care of a sick dragon.
Flappy panted, his breath hot and wet against my shoulder as he watched me.
“Dimitri was right. You are a fighter.” I reached up to pet the dragon behind an ear, flicking my wrist to avoid a glowing red moth that wanted to land there.
Fairy moth?
“Shoo,” I brushed it off my shoulder and cringed as it landed on my neck.
It chomped down. Hard. “Ow!”
I grabbed it. That’s when, to my horror, I saw it was missing half a wing. Its entire body was rumpled, as if it had been smashed and its eyes were milky white.
It was a zombie bug.
Sweet Mary.
It zipped away as I went for a switch star. Jagged teeth sprang from a bulbous, larvae-like body. It reached for me with countless scarlet tentacles.
I tried to dodge sideways, but it crashed down on my leg. Before I could say demon-insect-from-hell, it bit a hole in my pants and sunk its teeth into my thigh.
“Ow!” I recoiled as it dug its fangs into my flesh. Pain seized me as it burrowed its head into my skin.
In a panic, I pulled at the creature’s fat body as it sank, fraction by fraction into my flesh. I could feel it biting, wriggling inside of me.
My mind went foggy and I had an insane desire to stand up and run – to where, I had no idea.
I screamed like a banshee, or so I was told.
The biker witches propped me up. My mind was numb, shocked as I tried to pull the creature away from me, watching it move under my skin.
“Kill it!” Grandma hollered.
Flashlights blinded me.
“No,” Dimitri ordered. “Put it to sleep.”
Glass broke over my leg and a cold spell oozed down my pants. My entire leg went dead.
“I’ve got you, Lizzie,” Dimitri said, his words clipped and crisp. I closed my eyes and focused on his voice. “Slowly. We want to get it all.”
I squeezed my eyes tighter. My head pounded. I was burning from the inside out.
Slowly, Dimitri pulled the hot agony out of my body through the hole in my leg. It felt like he was taking part of me with it. Sweating, I ventured a look. My thigh was laid open and bloody as Dimitri worked the fat pulp of the creature out by the neck.
I leaned my head back against Grandma. “Oh, ick.”
Dimitri grunted and plunked something into a jar. “Come on. Let’s get you inside.”
A few minutes later, I hunkered in one of the wing-backed chairs by the window with my leg propped up on the opposite chair. My brain was starting to clear, the muddiness replaced by a throbbing ache at the base of my skull.
I looked around to Grandma, Dimitri and about a dozen or so biker
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