Chapter 4: Trial By Fire
Ripped from his slumber, the boy could only yell while he bounced around the inside the pickup as it was rolled multiple times. It finally came to a stop...upside down. Getting his bearings after slamming his head so many times, a thought struck him. What the fuck did THAT?!
His question was soon answered as a familiar bone covered face starred in the side drivers side window snarling. Jumping to action the boy flopped to the passenger seat as a claw came smashing through the window and pulled back, tearing part of the door off.
In a sudden attempt at LIVING, the boy popped open the passenger side door before scrambling out into the night. He surveyed his surroundings and found tools scattered across the ground. After grabbing an axe, he readied himself for a final stand.
And a final stand he would have as the pitch black beast barrelled over the toppled vehicle ready to kill. That is to say, if the beast had done that, instead of simply launching the truck the boy, knocking him flat on his ass as he narrowly avoided being crushed. The beast descended upon him ready to tear at flesh. The boy tucked the axe to his chest and rolled to the side before landing a solid hit to its side as he sat up.
The beast roared before swatting him with its paw sending him flying across the field until he came to an abrupt stop, slamming his back into the pickup. The beast began to slowly move towards the boy, enjoying watching its soon to be prey squirm under its gaze.
The weak human squirmed on the ground looking for anything to fend off that beast. That is, until a smirk appeared on the boy's face. "Aye buddy! You ever watch Jaws?" Immediately following were the loud sounds of a metal on metal hit, the sound of rushing air, and a sickening squelching sound as a large, blunt object tore through flesh and rocketed into the night.
The boy sat in silence as he stared right through a hole in the monsters midsection at the silver moonlight. Its lifeless body toppled to the ground as it began to disintegrate into a black ash. As pained laughter began to ring out through the night.
He had done it, he had won! And all it took was some dumb luck and a stray canister of compressed oxygen from his dad's welding cart. He had knocked the regulator stem creating what was virtually a metal rocket as it accelerated towards his enemy.
As the adrenaline began to wear off, swearing and cries of pain could be heard through the woods that night.