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by Scott Normandin
Fenton
made sure that Lenny could see his hand
on his own door handle on the passenger
side of the front seat. Lenny reached out
for his handle, too. With one final push
of his own bravery, Lenny grasped the door
handle tightly, his knuckles whitening as
he brought his grip tightly to the handle,
ready to lift up and open the door on cue.
Fenton
nodded once in his direction and began his
count, "One."
Lenny's
eyes locked on Fenton and the two of them
braced themselves as Fenton counted one
higher.
"Two."
Lenny closed
his eyes and summoned up the last of his
tired, aching body's courage. Fenton's voice
called out the final cue.
"Three."
Both of
them threw their doors open, and Lenny burst
out into the desert night air in an exhausted
sprint. Fenton had moved to comply with
his own intentions of slamming his own door
back shut, when one strong arm of the mammoth
creature reached down and ripped the door
clean off the car by it's hinges. Less than
a second later, Fenton witnessed the driver
side door meet the same fate. Both doors
came crashing to the sand with a loud crash
as the beast howled out in expected victory
over it's prey.
The monster
leapt from the top of the car and spread
it's wings in flight as Fenton jumped out
of the car, making the attempt to run for
his life. The hideous beast descended on
Lenny and crushed him with one mighty back
leg. Lenny was pinned.
Fenton
stared in disbelief at the horrifying thing
as it remained standing on it's prey. It
gleamed back at Fenton. It's eyes seemed
to glow in the dark night. It's lips curled
back to reveal long razor sharp teeth, and
it's saliva dripped onto it's victim below.
It let out a deep slow growl before it lashed
out, sinking it's teeth into Lenny.
He stood,
frozen, staring at the creature while Lenny
screamed in pain. Blood pooled under Lenny
and looked like oozing tar against the sand
in the darkness. Lenny's screams only proved
the beast was interested in inflicting pain.
It ate it's victim slowly, taking care to
devour Lenny in such away that would not
kill him right away.
Feeling
a sudden surge of bravery (or stupidity,
Fenton could not tell which), he felt the
urge to attempt to help. Still standing
just a couple of feet from the car, he dashed
to retrieve the only weapon he knew existed,
the pipe. He clenched it tightly in his
fist, pausing just a moment to ask himself,
"What am I doing? I must be out of
my mind."
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