It was night time in the little town of Marion, Illinois; at least that is what the highway sign had said. I was hiding in an alley, watching the public library. The last of the employees had come out about ten minutes ago, but I was waiting just to make sure that everyone was out.
After fifteen minutes my legs were cramping. I made sure that no one was around, and then sprinted across the road, keeping to pools of darkness. I made my way around to the back door and picked the lock, hoping that there were no security systems. I tensed, waiting to run at the sound of sirens, but there was no noise other than my own breathing. After all, who would steal a bunch of books?
I quickly located the small desk that contained the public computers. I pushed the power button on the nearest one. Please don't ask for a password! Thankfully, the computer booted without a problem. I opened Internet Explorer, which loaded the library's home page. As soon as the page had loaded, I typed . into the address bar. The computer loaded Fang's blog so slowly that it was painful, but finally, it finished. I clicked on the "Send the Editor an E-mail!" link and waited impatiently for the darn page to load.
I looked at the clock on the wall. 11:30 p.m. I sure hope that no one every checks up on this place. The page had finished loading so I began to type my message.
Fang -
I know that this seems kind of unbelievable, but I am still alive. I morphed into an Eraser on the dock in NY and haven't been able to return to my normal, human self. (My ribs still hurt where you kicked me.) I'll see you when I'm better.
- Max
I typed 'URGENT! FROM MAX!' into the subject bar and clicked the send button. With any luck, Fang would read it and figure out what happened.
I shut down the computer and left the building in a better mood. Maybe my nightmare was coming to an end.