In the cover
of darkness, where the full moon shone brightly over the Feywild and Plain of
the Damned, a voice rang out loud and clear.
“I think we bit off more than we can
chew!” yelled Angie Stanton as she thwacked a poor werewolf-like creature with
a frying pan.
Sol was inclined to agree,
especially since they were surrounded by more werewolves, growling and hungry
for blood. The duo had received a call for purging, since the mayor believed
that the disappearances of some corpses from graveyards and some people from
their houses were caused by them. Of course, it had to be Vrykolakas; no
ordinary werewolf would be so eager to cause chaos and suck the blood out of
their victims like their eternal rivals, the vampires. Only Vrykolakas, after
living horrible lives and possibly eating the flesh of a sheep already bitten
by a werewolf, could combine the worst parts of both creatures. Even as Sol
stabbed them with spikes of earth and crushed their heads with brass knuckles, they
always stood back up as if nothing ever happened and lashed out in a fury of
fur and fangs.
He was very glad he brought his wife
along, in the end. She had insisted on it, saying things like, “Well, don’t you
know that it’s dangerous to go alone? You should take me!” and “If you don’t
take me, I’m not going to get you your favorite blueberry waffle donuts from
Donut Utopia!” And now, here she was, shamelessly smacking things with a frying
pan to stun them before pulling out something from her big, brown knapsack.
“Uh, is that a Mega Buster?” Sol
asked his wife, holding off one angry Vrykolakas with a huge, stony hand rising
between him and the monster as his wife put the attachment onto her right
arm.
She turned towards him and glared at
him. “X Buster,” she replied curtly, flicking a switch on the side of it.
“Where did you even get one of
those?”
“Oh, I just went to a garage sale
and cleaned house of all the useful things the seller thought were garbage.”
Flick. Flick. The X Buster turned red as Angie opened fire on the vampiric
wolves, launching barrages of paired, intertwined fireballs at their open maws.
Pained howls filled the air as their fur
and faces caught fire, frantically trying to pat it out. It was useless,
though; the fire spread and enveloped them, leaving nothing but ashes once the
job was done. Pleased with the results, Angie kissed the X Buster and stroked
it lovingly. “And I managed to make this under my $10 budget!”
Her husband blinked. “How much did
it cost, total?”
“About $3. I had spare junk over in
the Creativity Shed.”
“I’m surprised you can still make powerful
inventions out of junk.” One sneaky Vrykolakas leaped and tried to get a bite
out of the giant’s flesh, only to have its chin uppercutted. “You are a busy
woman these days, working as a secretary for a powerful company.”
Angie smiled so brightly, Sol
thought his heart was going to melt. “There’s two things I always make time
for,” she replied, her dark hair flowing in the wind as her bright, green eyes
met with Sol’s brown ones, “Science…and you, silly!”
Sol could feel his cheeks burn with embarrassment,
almost tempted to hide his bright red cheeks. Unfortunately, more Vrykolakas
were springing out from the ground, their bright red eyes staring right at the
duo.
He turned towards his wife and
asked, “Time for a tactical retreat?”
She turned and sighed. “Yeah. We can’t
handle this many, especially if someone else keeps spawning them.”
Sol groaned as the many vampiric
werewolves lunged at him, eager to suck his blood dry. The giant rose his leg
and slammed it into the ground, forcing dirt and rock upward to make a wall. He
could hear them going splat against it, whining like dogs eager to go outside,
scratching at the barrier. The giant grabbed Angie and placed her gently on his
broad shoulders before dashing as fast as his legs could carry them. They had
only one thought in their minds…
“We’re going to need some allies for
this…”
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