Chapters (122)
- Tower Climber
- Jakob Tanner
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What was that?
Were there animals in this park? Could that be someone walking their dog?
Max’s heart suddenly started racing.
“HELP!” he screamed.
He pulled himself forward faster than before, hoping to get the attention of the dog walker.
He dragged himself across the grass. Stretch, pull, stretch, pull. Repeat.
He got closer to the rustling sound and then through the shadows of the trees, he saw glowing red eyes. Angry eyes. Demonic eyes. Eyes that did not belong to a dog or even the most zealous of dog walkers.
Words from before echoed in his mind.
A monster wave just started.
Could that thing in the distance be...a monster?
Okay, Max thought. New plan 2.0: get the heck away from whatever monstrous creature is stalking the park right now ASAP.
He pivoted around on the ground and started dragging himself back the way he came.
Stretch, pull, stretch, pull, stretch pull.
The monster was still moving behind Max. He could even hear the hissing breath of the unknown creature.
Max ran through every type of monster he’d ever read about: trolls, ogres, demons, orcs. The faces of angry mythological monsters helped him drag himself across the ground even faster than he had before.
Rustle, rustle, rustle.
The monster was moving faster now.
Based on what he was hearing, Max didn’t think the monster was coming from directly behind him any more. The monster was changing its direction. It was going to sneak attack him.
Or was it toying with him?
How vindictive were monsters?
There was no way he could escape a monster that was hunting him. He looked around. There were a few fallen branches. Maybe he could use those as a weapon?
Who was he kidding?
There was no way he could fight back against a monster.
If he couldn’t escape, he needed to try and hide.
He turned around and that was when he came face to face with the glowing red eyes.
Stepping out from the shadows was an eight-foot tall minotaur with dark brown fur, horns, and massive clawed hands.
The monster stared at Max as it stepped out of the shadows.
Its eyes glowed with bloodlust.
4
Max trembled with fear.
He crawled backwards, hoping to get away from the monstrous minotaur looming over him.
The minotaur hissed and made more incomprehensible noises.
Max had no idea what to do next. His body and mind were telling him to get away, but he was dragging himself around like a snail—no way he’d be able to escape a fully-grown minotaur.
But fighting it was an even worse option.
“Please...leave...me...alone,” said Max, as he pulled himself backwards away from the monster.
The minotaur hissed and exhaled through his nose like a bull gearing up to charge.
More explosions echoed from deeper in the tower-zone.