Cellar Dweller's (Part 2) by Bob Tadlock
Page 10 of 10 " So long sucker," Tim says as he lets the arrow go.
But to his
horror, it misses and explodes on the other side of the stream. In panic, Tim
grabs the last arrow. As the beast approaches, he tries frantically to put it
in place. Just as he gets it ready to fire, the beast swats it out of his hand.
The bow lands with the arrow still in place as it hits the ground. But it's to
far to reach, as the beast strikes Tim in the head slicing a deep wound in his
cheek. It grabs him by the top of the head and stares him in the eyes. Then it
roars, pulls back its arm, and gets ready for one final blow. Just before
striking him, it hears a voice from behind. It turns to see Tim's wife holding
the bow in her hands. Her arm shakes trying to hold the arrow in place. "
Get away from my husband you piece of shit," she yells as she glares at the
beast.
The beast throws Tim's body aside and charges the woman, as if to
dare her to fire. But as it gets closer, she fires the arrow penetrating its
heart. The beast roars in pain, just before it's blown to pieces.
The woman throws the bow down and runs to her husband, as the Sgt.
and others arrive. She takes her husband in her arms and hugs him as she cries.
The Sgt. sees the mangled bear and wonders what happened, when he hears Tim's
voice. " Dave and Rufus Sgt., how are they," he asks. " Just fine,
they’re on the way to the hospital as we speak," he replies. Then the Sgt.
helps Tim to his feet. " What the hell happened here?" the Sgt. asks. "
I'll tell you over a cold beer sometime," he says as he smiles at his wife.
Then they all slowly make there way out of the woods.
The next day Tim,
Ann, and Tommy join Billy and his mother at the hospital. Dave has a broken leg
and shoulder, but he'll be just fine. Rufus recovers as well at a nearby
kennel. Ann tells Dave the events of the final battle, as Tim looks out the
window. He briefly turns to his wife and smiles, as she tells the exciting
story. Then his thoughts return out the window over the quiet town.
As
he stares out, he thinks about the abandoned house. How many more old abandoned
houses are there? And how many hold the secrets that have changed his town
forever? Then a chill crawls up his spine, as he thinks about the beasts. How
many more lives will be lost to the terror, now known as the Cellar
Dwellers?
The End
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