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(all other story notes and disclaimers can be found in chapter one)
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It took all six of them to hold up a fair fight against the monster-of-the-week and it's minions. While the subordinates were defeated with ease, the main villain seemed to be fairly resilient to the attack.
"Dude, this thing's tough!" Dustin groaned as he skidded across the ground resulting from a blow from the monster.
Cam and Tori landed harshly in a heap beside him. "Ow. No kidding."
Shane prepared to charge at the creature. "Less talk, more attacking." He barked as he rushed past his fallen teammates.
Recognizing the edge in his voice as the "oh-fearless-leader-Shane's-no-nonsense" tone, the figures in green, yellow and blue struggled to their feet and were once more on the offensive.
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Hunter kicked at a trio of the monster's foot soldiers, effectively destroying them. He turned around in time to see the rest of his team struggling in vain to defend themselves against the newest villain, as they seemed over powered by blow after blow.
A group of the minions swarmed Cam, Tori and Shane, leaving Blake and Dustin in a showdown against the monster. It quickly and forcefully knocked Dustin away, before setting it's sights on Blake. Blake fought back valiantly, but to no avail, as he soon found himself flat on his back, the creature's foot crushing against his windpipe.
The monster raised it's staff, ready to strike it down onto Blake; ready to destroy Blake, helpless in his current position.
And that was when Hunter's instinct kicked into gear.
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Blake couldn't move. He attempted to struggle away from the monster's grasp, but he couldn't shift his position at all. With that, in addition to the fact that he could no longer breath properly, he came to a sinking realization: This was the end.
The creature's lips twisted into a cruel snarl as it raised the staff to strike down Blake.
Destroy him.
Blake closed his eyes, waiting, anticipating the final blow.
And waited.
In the darkness of closed eyes, there was a loud sound, an explosion perhaps, and a sudden flash of heat.
The blow never came. The pressure around his neck was suddenly released. He gulped for air as his eyes shot open.
He was still alive.
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The area was relatively quiet. The monster and minions gone, the only evidence of their exploits a small, smouldering pile of ashes and a few random dents against the nearby dumpster.
On one side, he saw Tori, Shane and Cam slowly getting up; a little worse for wear, but spirits still in tact. Dustin nearby, whooping over the defeat of the enemy. A cheering that died down and turned into more of a panicking worry. Blake turned his head.
On the other side, Hunter lying on the ground, unmorphed. Unmoving.
Blake was at his side in mere moments, desperately shaking his shoulder, voice raising a full pitch and growing increasingly shrill.
"Power down", Shane commanded quietly. And then, the rest of them were there too, shaking at the other shoulder, concern and worry etched across their facial features.
Finally, Hunter stirred. "No…" he muttered, turning over. "I don't wanna go to school today…"
Blake let out a strangled noise that sounded like a cross between a laugh and a wail, and he sagged heavily against Tori in relief, who wrapped him into a sort of one-armed embrace. He caught the look on Cam's face, and somehow, he knew that Cam was feeling the exact same way right now.
But it was Shane who spoke up in a mock-threat, relief evident in his voice. "Dude. Next time you worry us like that, I'll kill you myself, bro."
Hunter's laugh came out more like a wheeze. "You're spending way too much time with Dustin – you're starting to sound like him."
(all other story notes and disclaimers can be found in chapter one)
-
It took all six of them to hold up a fair fight against the monster-of-the-week and it's minions. While the subordinates were defeated with ease, the main villain seemed to be fairly resilient to the attack.
"Dude, this thing's tough!" Dustin groaned as he skidded across the ground resulting from a blow from the monster.
Cam and Tori landed harshly in a heap beside him. "Ow. No kidding."
Shane prepared to charge at the creature. "Less talk, more attacking." He barked as he rushed past his fallen teammates.
Recognizing the edge in his voice as the "oh-fearless-leader-Shane's-no-nonsense" tone, the figures in green, yellow and blue struggled to their feet and were once more on the offensive.
-
Hunter kicked at a trio of the monster's foot soldiers, effectively destroying them. He turned around in time to see the rest of his team struggling in vain to defend themselves against the newest villain, as they seemed over powered by blow after blow.
A group of the minions swarmed Cam, Tori and Shane, leaving Blake and Dustin in a showdown against the monster. It quickly and forcefully knocked Dustin away, before setting it's sights on Blake. Blake fought back valiantly, but to no avail, as he soon found himself flat on his back, the creature's foot crushing against his windpipe.
The monster raised it's staff, ready to strike it down onto Blake; ready to destroy Blake, helpless in his current position.
And that was when Hunter's instinct kicked into gear.
-
Blake couldn't move. He attempted to struggle away from the monster's grasp, but he couldn't shift his position at all. With that, in addition to the fact that he could no longer breath properly, he came to a sinking realization: This was the end.
The creature's lips twisted into a cruel snarl as it raised the staff to strike down Blake.
Destroy him.
Blake closed his eyes, waiting, anticipating the final blow.
And waited.
In the darkness of closed eyes, there was a loud sound, an explosion perhaps, and a sudden flash of heat.
The blow never came. The pressure around his neck was suddenly released. He gulped for air as his eyes shot open.
He was still alive.
-
The area was relatively quiet. The monster and minions gone, the only evidence of their exploits a small, smouldering pile of ashes and a few random dents against the nearby dumpster.
On one side, he saw Tori, Shane and Cam slowly getting up; a little worse for wear, but spirits still in tact. Dustin nearby, whooping over the defeat of the enemy. A cheering that died down and turned into more of a panicking worry. Blake turned his head.
On the other side, Hunter lying on the ground, unmorphed. Unmoving.
Blake was at his side in mere moments, desperately shaking his shoulder, voice raising a full pitch and growing increasingly shrill.
"Power down", Shane commanded quietly. And then, the rest of them were there too, shaking at the other shoulder, concern and worry etched across their facial features.
Finally, Hunter stirred. "No…" he muttered, turning over. "I don't wanna go to school today…"
Blake let out a strangled noise that sounded like a cross between a laugh and a wail, and he sagged heavily against Tori in relief, who wrapped him into a sort of one-armed embrace. He caught the look on Cam's face, and somehow, he knew that Cam was feeling the exact same way right now.
But it was Shane who spoke up in a mock-threat, relief evident in his voice. "Dude. Next time you worry us like that, I'll kill you myself, bro."
Hunter's laugh came out more like a wheeze. "You're spending way too much time with Dustin – you're starting to sound like him."
