Sight of Larua
Rick opened his eyes as he could see Floss dragging him in the den. He felt his hands behind him and saw tape on his ankles. Floss knelt down by him and strapped a firework to his leg. Looking drowsily round, Rick saw the pool table next to him. The table legs were at his legs and he could see round.
Just in front of him he could see Frank, his eyes closed, looking right at him. And he also saw Lilly behind him, her ponytail hanging down, asleep. Rick looked up at Floss, who was saying, "Laura says I can have a better time if I go with him."
Rick understood what was going on – Larua brainwashed the children. He was really a deity. There had been something behind the myths.
A figure in a black cloak stood where the pool table used to be. He seemed there, but then again, not there. All he saw was just a glimmer of a person. Floss went over to him and started getting a small plastic bag.
Throwing gunpowder over Rick and most of the floor, she turned and started to get the box of matches.
Rick saw no way out of this. Simply no way. All he could do was close his eyes and hope it wasn't too painful.