"Where the hell did it go?" Garrett whispered as we walked past a group of kids, all with smiling faces and cotton candy. They had no idea that there could ever be real monsters in the world. They had no idea that their friend could be a blood sucking leech. Or that their teacher could be a witch.
"I think I saw him go in there" Laurel murmured, pointing at the ghost train. Great. Bloody brilliant I told myself. I hated ghost trains.
I mouthed "Laurel and Garrett go around back, Holden and I will take the front". I looked at Holden, he nodded, and we watched as Laurel and Garrett circled around the back. I felt for my dagger at my hip, and felt the smooth, cold surface of the blade.
We ran quietly to the entrance of the ghost train. The ride was closed for restorations, so we could quite easily kill a werewolf without anyone getting in the way. Holden held open the door whilst I checked to see if there was any immediate danger. There wasn't. We both walked in, daggers in hand.
Holden and I managed to walk through the whole of the ghost ride without finding the werewolf. We got to the back entrance and found laurel and Garrett on the floor, unconscious.
I ran over to laurel and Garrett, who were slowly waking up. "Which way did he go?" I asked, not needing to know how they ended up on the floor.
Laurel pointed east, towards the various stalls. We left them to recover and jogged over to the stalls, looking for clues as to where he went next. It was then Holden spotted blood on the door to the hall of mirrors. Laurel or Garrett must have managed to injure him as he ran out of the ghost train.
As we walked through the maze of mirrors, I suddenly saw hundreds of werewolves looking at me. It must have startled Holden to as he quietly whispered "Jesus" to himself. I ignored the mirrors and carried on through the maze, intent on finding the real grinning idiot.
I reached the end of the maze first, and saw that the werewolf was holding a small girl by the throat as a shield in front of himself. "Come any closer, and I was snap this girls neck" he snarled. I backed away, not wanting to be responsible for the girl's death. "Put your weapons down" he yelled, sounding like he was about to lose it. The little girl stood still in his grasp, but strangely she didn't seem scared. The girl was wearing a t-shirt that said 'bite me', which was ironic. She wore a knee length denim skirt and long brown boots. Her hair was an ebony colour, and was worn in a braid that came to her hips. She looked about 8.
I looked to Holden for advice, but he didn't know what to do either. Then, in one fluid motion, and much to my amazement, the girl flipped the werewolf over her head, took a dagger from her boot, and stabbed the werewolf in the heart. Then she looked up, extended her hand, stepped over the body and said "I'm Lottie". All Holden could say was, "damn".
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