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Andrew Roller Presents
GIRL PATROL
Chapter Thirty
A bone tapped gently at the wax paper covering the window. Becky,
who was sleeping on the dirt floor, suddenly awakened. Cuddles was
between herself and Chloe. She drew the bear nearer to herself. Then, not
wanting to deny her friend the comfort of the stuffed animal, she drew
both herself and the bear closer to her new friend.
Suddenly a hand punched its way through the wax paper. Becky
started, Chloe woke up beside her and screamed. A skull grinned down at
them both.
ÒYEEEEK!Ó the girls cried. They both leapt up. Somewhere in the
house someone yelled,
ÒThey brought the skeletons!Ó
We ran through the tomato patch, squashing the poor vegetables as
we went, and then on, heedless of the destruction we caused through the
cornfield. I had managed to get Becky and Kim, Becky was crying because
somewhere behind us Chloe had her bear.
Screams came from the village. Vaguely, through the rising noise of
battle, I could hear people screaming something about us. The place was
being attacked by skeletons. The poor villagers were blaming us.
ÒSkeletons!Ó I panted. I shook my head in disbelief. I could feel
KimÕs fear as she ran beside me. Who would ever imagine that in a world
full of vampires and werewolves there could be living bones too?
All of a sudden Kim rose up through the cornstalks.
ÒBecky!Ó she cried. ÒFly! Fly with me!Ó Little Becky saw what her
friend was doing and leapt up in the air. My hand restrained her, but I let
go a moment later. I wanted her to escape by any means possible.
And it was not a moment too soon. For a second later I was tackled
by two skeletons, late-arrivers to the village-plundering party, or perhaps
theyÕd seen us coming and decided to wait. I fell to the ground. The
skeletons beat me with their fists. There was no flesh on them to protect
me from their blows; it was like being hit with rocks.
The girls, who could do little swoops up and down in the air now,
leapt down on top of the skeletons. Putting their legs round their necks,
they pounded on the creatures heads. It was to little effect until Kim
grabbed the eye sockets of the creature she was trying to slay. This
seemed to block his vision, at least somewhat, and I was able to roll out
of the way of his fists. The other skeleton was still on me, though, and I
yelled to Becky,
ÒGrab his eyes!Ó
ÒHe doesnÕt have any!Ó Becky screamed back. But then she noticed
what Kim was doing and bettered her, completely covering the eye-
sockets of the skeleton she was on with her hands. This blinded him, at
least until he could get his hands off her. I used the moment to jump up
and look about me. At the place where the tomato patch met the cornfield
there was a scarecrow. It was about ten feet away. I ran toward it, the
girls screaming behind me. They called out my name. I think they thought
I was running away, but of course I would die before leaving my two little
playmates to a pair of skeletons, even if they had almost pounded my head
in. I lunged at the scarecrow. For a moment I thought it too might be
spectrally enlivened, the way it grinned ominously out over the field of
corn. But I knocked it over as I hit it and its crosspiece snapped as it hit
the ground.
I picked myself up. Frantically I attacked the crosspiece. A moment
later it was completely severed from the centerpost and I went running
back toward the girls. The scarecrowÕs head was still attached. It
grinned ever-happily as I ran with it toward the skeletons.
ÒLet go!Ó I cried to the girls. Becky flew up, followed by Kim. But
the skeleton Becky had been attacking had her by the wrist. She looked
like a poor trapped bird as she tried, again and again, to wrench herself
free of the skeletonÕs bony hand.
Kim lunged at Becky. She grabbed her around the waist and pulled,
but the girl still was flailing, unable to free herself from the skeleton.
The other creature, seeing me coming, was about to intercept me when I,
rushing forward, yelled out to Kim,
ÒGet away!Ó I aimed, I swung. I was scared to death IÕd hit little
Becky but instead, despite my poor record at baseball when I was younger,
I hit the skeleton holding her right in the head. It was devastating to the
poor creature. His neck snapped. His head went flying from him like some
bowling ball thrown by Conan. The other skeleton turned, shocked to see
his fellow decapitated. In that split second of opportunity, I decided to
make it a double. I swung at the other one, but, alas, my poor baseball
skills cut in at that point and I hit him in the shoulders.
The second skeleton fell down, crippled, but still very much alive.
As for the first, he wasnÕt dead either, in the permanent unanimated
sense, for he was wandering in circles trying to find his head!
Nonetheless the shock of losing it had caused him to let go of Becky. She
swooped up and Kim, with a sudden insight, leapt down to the ground. She
scooped up the skull lying bodiless in the cornfield. She jumped back up
into the air with it. I struck again at the second skeleton. This time I hit
him right in the face, and his neck snapped. But he must have had a
stronger neck bone, or I had a weaker swing, for his head simply fell
behind him, but didnÕt disconnect from his body.
ÒDamn!Ó I swore. I approached the awful thing and stood over him.
Apparently still able to see, albeit upside down, for his head was hanging
that way from his broken neck now, he grabbed at me, his hips resting on
the ground where I had felled him with my first blow. From this sitting
position he grabbed my leg. But a moment later my stick came down on
top of his head. It snapped off. It fell to the ground. But his hand still
clung tenaciously to me. Then the second skeleton found me and grabbed
me from behind. ÒUgh! Shit!Ó I cried, for I felt like I was in a pile of it. I
hit the arm of the skeleton holding my leg, the one sitting in front of me.
His arm broke. His grip loosened. I wrenched my leg free of his clutches
and spun about. I struck the other one. It crumpled. The girls cheered me
on as I hit it again and again. As the one behind me reached weakly out at
me, I hit the one in front so hard that first its ribs and then its backbone
shattered.
ÒThe other one! The other one!Ó the girls cried. I turned, fearing a
fresh assault, but they only meant the one still sitting behind me, that had
grabbed my leg. Sweating and panting, I finished it off. My skin crawled
as I did. I felt like I was in some graveyard, not the once placid
surroundings of a cornfield.
In the distance, the village was in flames. I looked at it, wondering
what we should do. I could still hear screams. Dare we go back? I looked
at Kim and Becky.
ÒShould we go for Chloe at least?Ó I asked. Then suddenly I heard a
human voice: ÒFind them!Ó
ÒI think they went this way!Ó I heard someone yell.
ÒOh, shit!Ó Kim swore. It didnÕt take a genius to figure out it was
probably the good citizens of Dirton talking, and that they were talking
about us.
ÒLetÕs hide out for awhile,Ó I suggested breathlessly.
ÒBut what about Chloe? And Cuddles?Ó Becky asked. Kim swooped
down and grabbed the floating girlÕs hand.
ÒWeÕll have to come back for her,Ó Kim said.
ÒOh!Ó Becky cried.
ÒShhh! TheyÕll hear us!Ó I said.
ÒAll we do is run,Ó Becky whined. But Kim turned with her swooped
vigorously forward, pulling her through the air. And it was in that
moment, as Becky urged herself reluctantly forward with her, that I
discovered something new and utterly amazing. The girls could fly.
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