Chapter 9 [Big Mama]
George stared behind him at the cavern of circulating teeth. It seemed to go for forever.
"HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT!" George screamed, his voice dampened by the horrific screech behind him.
It was like a chorus of agony was screaming into the heavens, its sorrow filled song puncturing a gash into the sky.
Stars bled from the opening above them. George couldn't care less of whether the night sky was the same as the one he knew, he was more worried about not falling to his immediate death.
"Rupert, GRAB HIM!" Blaire shouted as they dashed towards the edge of the hole.
Before George felt the familiar tug of Rupert's hand on his jacket an unfamiliar sensation rippled throughout his body.
It was like the pain he had felt earlier that day, only it was sharper and focused itself around his heart. George let out a loud gasp as the air in his lungs was knocked out of him.
The purplish blue fur that dotted his knuckles thrashed in the wind.
"Hey, you need to stay with me alright?" Shouted Rupert, who was trying to navigate away from the cracked parts of the ground.
"Just head towards me and don't drop him!" Blaire yelled, trying to make themselves heard over the hellish screams emerging from the hole itself.
"We have to get out of here before it gets hungry again?" Blaire said as they inched over to Rupert.
"What tier do you think this one is Blaire?" Rupert asked.
"Sounds to be around a Five but I can't be sure what this one is capable of until we've found ourselves trapped in its many, many stomachs." Blaire responded, holding onto the satchel at their side.
After reaching the two, Blaire saw how George groaned in Rupert's grip. it seemed as if the slightest bit of movement would cause him to ralph all over the place, which was not ideal.
"Hey kid, if you're about to puke, try to not get it on me. It's hard to clean vomit out of my fur." Rupert warned the barely conscious person in his hand.
Honestly, how did this kid even fight me? It's unbelievable...he's so...lean and barely any movement reduces him to a sickly leaf in the wind. Is there something special to him that I'm just not able to see? Maybe....Besides Blaire wouldn't let someone live if they weren't useful to them in some way...
Rupert thought as he continued to watch as George's face, now a shade of pale white, flowed in the strong breeze that screamed around them.
As the creature continued to scream, Blaire stood wide-eyed as a long cylindrical tongue slithered its way out of the hole. It whipped around with such anger that there was barely any time to react.
Chapter 9 [Big Mama] end.