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10:59 AM
After a three hour and five minute walk due to Basil taking breaks to rest, he reached the old city hall. It was upon reaching the old city hall that Basil realized that taking the bus or a streetcar would have been faster. His response to that realization was one simple thing: the palm of his right hand meeting his face.
Entering, Basil went up to the clock tower and found it to be empty. Or was it? The place was dark meaning the Death Bat could have been hiding in plain sight and Basil would not have known it was there. Upon turning on his phone, Basil saw the Death Bat hanging upside down from the ceiling fast asleep.
To say he would have been able to reach the Death Bat with his knife would have been untrue. The Death Bat must have been ten to fifteen feet above him. There was only one chance! Basil would have to throw his knife.
Taking his knife out of his pocket, Basil unsheathed his pocketknife and then threw it up at the Death Bat. To say that it made impact would be to state the obvious, to say that it landed a killing blow on the creature would be a completely barefaced deception. The point of the blade just barely touched the head of the Death Bat.
Eyes opened, the Death Bat looked down and there it saw Basil. Its expression turned into one so malevolent that a similar look from Beelzebub himself would look benevolent.
The knife came falling to the ground, Basil stepped aside to keep from the knife come down on him with the blade pointed at him as gravity would have most likely dictated it to do and the Death Bat soon followed.