Chapter 4

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P.S. Can ya guess what's in the bin?

Disclaimer: I hate life, and only Uncle Rick can make it better. So, in thanks, I'm not stealing his characters, even though none of them have shown up yet.

It was a sword! The item in the box was a sword. Why there was a sword in the bin, I don't know. But I wasn't about to leave it. No sane boy my age would resist an awesome opportunity like this. When my brothers see this, they'll never bother me again…

Focus, Jacob. Your father is holding the only obstacle between the thing outside and your life. Just grab the thing and go! I had told myself. So I snatched the weapon from the bin and ran to catch up with my mom and brothers.

I caught up with them at the far end of the attic, where Mom was digging through an old empty whiskey barrel. What was that doing there, you might have asked? I honestly don't know. Our family's weird if you haven't already noticed.

Mom had her hands placed on the twins' shoulders, and she was talking to the in a serious tone after she got what she needed from the barrel. "Nicko, Jackson," she addressed them, "I need you to go with your big brother Jacob, and he will give you… candy at the end!"

Me? Take them where? What?! Why wasn't Mom coming? Was I going to be alone with them? All these questions flooded my brain.

"Jacob!" My mom exclaimed. "Where did you find this?" She pointed at my belt where the sword was hanging.

"Oh, you know… Around," I replied. She looked very suspiciously at me, so I quickly said, "Fine, I looked in one of the boxes." I smiled sheepishly.

She sighed. "Good, that will protect you if there's a battle."

Even I knew not to ask. 'Just go with the flow' is what my hippie chemistry teacher had taught us.

A scream echoed through the house. "Dad!" I yelled, and I ran out of the attic, flew down the stairs, and sprinted towards the kitchen. So much for the 'no running in the house' rule.

When I entered the kitchen, I saw that the room was littered with debris. The door had been shattered right off the hinges, and there were wood splinters everywhere. Dad's motionless body was lying under a giant man's bare foot. My eyes grew larger as they traveled up the length of the stranger's form.

When my eyes met his, he bellowed, "Jacob Racer! How long I have been waiting to meet you personally," He grinned evilly and all of his yellow pointy teeth showed clearly.

I was trying to focus on his eyes, because as I was looking at them, they continued to change shape- shifting, going from almond-shaped to rounded, to circular, and even molding together like a Cyclops. Like a Cyclops! That's exactly what must've been standing in the door on top of my dad. Oh right… about that…

"Dad!" I yelped. How was I supposed to get to him if the giant was standing on him? MY father groaned as if he had heard me. At least he was alive.

I grabbed a butcher knife out of a drawer in the kitchen. That was great, I had a weapon, but good luck using it. I thought. Well, I could throw t, or if I got close enough I could stab him. Or at least I hoped it was a he.

I decided to throw it. The knife bounced harmlessly off the monster's chest, hitting handle first. He looked up and grunted. Good, I had gotten his attention. Actually, that's not so good. Shut up subconscious!

Well, there you go. Tell me what you think in the reviews. Please comment! I'll take anything. Even suggestions about what should happen next! I know where you live! On the most part….