Ron rolled out the window of his first floor bedroom. Sword in hand he fell down onto the hedge just outside and rolled straight out. The sword kept shouting at him as he charged forward. His legs tightened, his breath came short and loud, and he fell flat on his face.
“Stay down!” The sword boomed in his ears. Something hot raced over his back. “Good news or bad news first?”
“Good news.” Ron grunted.
“We found the monster! Also, now it’s not trying to kill it’s original target!” The sword gleefully reported.
“What’s the bad news?”
“Well you’re outgunned and its trying to kill you.” Pebbles bounced as something drew near. “Roll right! Run to cover!” Ron’s body obeyed. An instant later, a taloned foot smashed the earth he had been in. His legs got him up and he stumbled across the street and behind a car. He glanced in the car mirror and saw the beast. It was almost ten feet tall, but it was hunched over. Two long forelimbs hung down to the ground. Long, straight claws extended from the beast’s paws. The claws flicked and glittered in the street light, each looked as long as a man’s forearm. The long legs reminded Ron of a bird, a colossal death bird. They were long and thin with large knobby knees. The body was a red mass of muscle, like a massive body builder’s. It turned towards him, and Ron watched a green drop roll off of the razor sharp teeth. The drop slipped to the ground and a cloud of steam rippled up. The face was reptilian, razor sharp fangs stuck out of it’s long snout. The beast flipped it’s face up and sniffed. A long grey tongue flashed in the air.
“That’s him.” The sword spoke.
“I know. I should run.”
Yes run. Run and don’t die.
“No the thoughts. That’s him.”
“He’s feeding you thoughts. He’s in your mind.”
Get out. You’re no hero. Run away. Stupid nerd.
“What do you want?” The sword asked coldly. “That thing might kill you if you fight it.”
“It will definitely kill me.”
“No, only probably. I’ve seen boys kill Giants with just a sling and stone.” Ron gripped the blade tight. “If you run though, it will definitely kill you. Slowly, day by day. It’ll Ron you of the life worth living.”
“My life isn’t worth living.” He stared down at the sharp edge he’d made. He was the only one who knew it was that way.
“No, tonight that life ends, or you do. Or both do. You want to give up? Or do you want something more. You’ve got nothing to lose by dying, your life sucks. You’ve got all the hope in the world if you fight. Choice is yours rookie.”
By TKH Hamilton