Connor's POV
Travis was right. We needed to get in the house. The mystery dog miraculously jumped 20 feet into the air to catch a pigeon that strayed too far from the city. The dog ate it up with little difficulty.
Travis ran into our room and sat at the computer. He searched "chocolate demon dog." A million results popped up. Travis clicked the first one. It was talking about some Greek animal called a Laelaps. It could catch anything it wanted.
I ran outside. The dog was staring hungrily at my face. It wanted to catch me. I had a feeling it wouldn't fail. Suddenly, Travis appeared at my side.
"Let's split up and run around the yard. We look identical. After a while, go to the kitchen and get a couple knives. We can do this," Travis pleaded.
So we split up. Laelaps stared at both of us. We couldn't pull this stunt for long. Sooner or later it would know which one was Connor, me.
"I'm going to go into the kitchen, Travis," I shouted.
I ran into the kitchen, open the drawer, and took two butcher knives out. Wow. They looked sharp.
I ran back out to find Travis cornered by Laelaps.
"Hey, mutt! Catch!
I chucked one knife at the dog. It missed.
"I hate that you got a D in javelin throwing," Travis muttered.
I ignored Travis and threw the second and last knife. It was a direct shot. I killed it.
As Travis walked over to Laelaps's corpse, he sighed.
"I feel bad knowing that I told you to kill a living animal," Travis mumbled.
"And I feel bad that I killed it," I said, a bit louder than usual.
"I guess we can't have our backyard wrestling event, tomorrow. We need to clean up," Travis told me.
"Aww… No body slam?" I asked.
For the next coming chapters, I need suggestions for campers AND monsters. Thank you!