Chapter: 5
In Dying Hands
Disclaimer: refer to chapter 3
The moon shined brightly on the blue sky. The Creeper's wings were moving with the wind. Turok took one last look at Marie and drove off.
"Yes...I will kill him Marie," Turok said to himself.
The cool air went through Turok's hair and onto his face. The Creeper wouldn't be caught off guard so easily. Turok had to try his best, or the whole world would be at stake. He thought of how to keep him in one place where the sun would shine on him.
"I've got it!" he yelled.
Turok went to a nearby barn to grab a pitchfork and saw. He didn't hesitate one bit while working. The first thing to do was to use the saw to cut off the four tines and load them into a sawed off shotgun. The second was to sharpen the razor wind so he could easily weaken him. The third was to make sure he had enough ammo. The fourth he needed to sharpen the war blade. The fifth and final step was to get the bait to lure out the Creeper. This would not be an easy task, but he had to complete it or the world would perish for another 23 years.
In a few hours he was at the house of pain. Looked just the way it had sounded. He put out the bait and the Creeper came instantly. Turok threw the razor wind tearing the flesh of the Creeper and taking out both wings.
The Creeper's blood squirted out onto the cement and Turok ran at him. The war blade sharper than ever, hit the Creeper's flesh and bled instantly. The Creeper moaned in pain as he tried to escape, but Turok kept firing the grenades. Each missed except one. the Creeper was not intimidated by this. He also had tricks up his sleeve.
Turok knew in about 30 minutes the sun would come up. He knew he had to act fast enough to get to his car and get the stuff ready.
"C'mon you ugly son of a..."
The Creeper flew instantly at Turok. He flipped backward onto his car. 10 minutes left. Plenty of time to get back on the roof.
Back on top the roof the Creeper turned around. Unsuspectingly Turok didn't notice the axe in Creeper's hand.
"Eat this Fuck face!" Turok yelled pulling the trigger.
The Creeper threw the axe which tore the side of Turok.
"Ahh!" Turok yelled as the tine hit the Creeper's stomach which flew back on impact.
He was stuck to the chimney of the House Of Pain. He struggled to get loose, but didn't get anywhere. Turok's hand hit the ground and pinned the Creeper's left hand to the chimney. Turok fired again and it hit the right hand this time. The creeper couldn't go anywhere and he only had 5 minutes.
TBC........