Rosalyn never felt it. She didn't suffer any pain. The creature brought its heavy appendages through her stomach and out the back. Roz never blinked or screamed or bled to death, just slumped over on the floor, nearly cut in half. Her legs and upper body were held together by a tiny slice of skin.


Calvin screamed and picked up one of three butcher knives and thrust it into the creature's stomach. The creature screeched as the knife disappeared in a boiling mess of blood and steel. Calvin bolted, taking a look over his shoulder. The bubbling hole in the creature hissed and jet black skin started to lap over the hole, and the acidic blood stopped boiling. The creature hissed and jumped. It crashed through the ceiling and into his parents' bedroom. Calvin grabbed the last two knives and ran up the stairs in the living room.


Hobbes roared up in the bathroom. He started to screech at the giant creature. It was hulking over him as it stared forward with its one eye, a blob of saliva dripping from its maw. While he searched through the closets in the bedroom of Calvin's parents, he watched the floor behind him explode and was replaced by the hissing creature, only at least nine feet tall, more than twelve times its last size. What had this thing eaten? Calvin?

Hobbes bolted over the bed and into the bathroom, where he was now stuck. He could leap out the window, but what if the creature followed?


Hobbes ripped open the mirror cabinet and took out the razors. The creature closed in, but hissed in pain as Hobbes jammed a razor into the leg. The hissing stopped and the razor disappeared. Hobbes was convinced that this creature could feel no pain, and could regenerate any body part, except for maybe the head.


The creature stopped its chortling and started toward Hobbes again. Hobbes jumped onto the toilet and onto the back of the creature. The creature lifted an arm and brought down, but Hobbes leapt. Creature, to Hobbes, was truly an idiotic and unintelligent creature as it thrust its own arm into its back. The acidic blood started to melt the back and the arm, and Hobbes watched in awe and wonder as the arm and back were suddenly replenished.


The creature then fell over and onto the toilet, hissing and boiling, a partly melting butcher knife sticking out of the creature's tail. In the doorway stood a panting Calvin. "Hobbes!" The creature roared and broke through the window and with a loud thud, landed on the grass. Calvin's watch read 11:03. "Hobbes! We have to get out of here! It killed Roz! Whatarewegonnado?" Both thought for a moment, of what could possibly stop the creature. "I have an idea! Come with me."


Calvin darted into his room, grabbed the bag of fireworks, slightly angry (he discovered that Dad had taken everything that you could start a fire with. ALMOST everything.) Calvin and Hobbes darted downstairs. "Hold on, I need to grab something." Knife in hand, Calvin darted into the kitchen and to the hole in the ceiling. He tried not to notice the twisted corpse on the floor, soaking the floor in crimson blood. Metal pipes and copper wires twisted from the opening. Calvin grabbed a chair and propped it below the hole, reached up, and broke off a small steel pipe about a foot long. One end was twisted horribly. "Okay, let's go get the wagon."


"Are you going to tell me your 'big idea' yet?" "Hold on, in a moment." Calvin brought the wagon out of the large gaping hole in the garage. The acid had stopped boiling. Calvin figured it was strong, but not TOO strong. Calvin loaded up the knife, pipe, and fireworks. "Okay, let's-" Calvin was cut off by the sudden and bone-chilling roar of Hobbes. Calvin looked to see Hobbes on the ground, his stomach hard in the night grass. On top of him was a large, certain nine foot tall creature.


Hobbes felt his lungs collapsing. He knew he would not come from this alive. The creature's head was just above his, drooling and giving off a foul odor. The creature opened its maw and brought down and Hobbes closed his eyes tight. Suddenly, the immense weight was off of him and his screaming was replaced by the creature's. Hobbes looked back. Pinned to a tree was the creature, a large butcher knife sticking in its chest. It roared and the knife was sizzling. He was starting to peel himself off. "Hobbes, let's go!" Hobbes jumped and pushed the wagon through the moist grass and onto the path.


The creature was starting to bare down on them, and, whether with purpose or coincidentally, the crickets had all stopped their evening music. Hobbes leapt into the wagon and noticed that the butcher knife was missing. He felt the wagon twisting and turning in the path, but they were not familiar twists. They were knew, a knew path.


The first leg of the path was familiar. Calvin knew it by heart, and could do it with his eyes closed, or in this case, at eleven o clock at night. But when he got to his newly discovered path, he was grateful for the fireflies. In the darkness, they little lights provided enough light for Calvin to maneuver the wagon properly. He had been down here only once, and that was not enough to remember the entire path. Also in the dim lights he noticed the creature was still bearing down on him.


Hobbes did not know it, but coming up was a large cliff, one that led to one of the many lights that cut through the face of the forest. Calvin followed the lights carefully until he came up to the ledge. With a quick ninety degree turn, the wagon lurched left. Hobbes was almost thrown off, and he could feel the creature swish past and, hopefully, over the cliffside, but that was not Calvin's idea.


Calvin followed the ledge carefully, trying to remember where he had made the kicker. The kicker was the reason he had found the place he was taking Hobbes and the creature now. The kicker was really only some rocks propping up a board like a ramp covered in dirt.


When it finally came up, Calvin swerved away a little bit, then turned more into the opposite direction, toward the ledge. Hobbes closed his eyes as the wagon hit the kicker. The roaring of the creature that had began chase again started to fade.


It was silent for a moment, and Hobbes decided to open his eyes. When he did, he noticed he was spaced away from everything. When he looked down, he expected to see grass and dirt. Except now below him, about two hundred feet down, was the distant river, with many rocks, many sharp and large, and the ones that would impale him if Calvin did not make this jump, which he had better. Hobbes closed his eyes again.