Jack Templar Monster Hunter by Jeff Gunhus

Author:Jeff Gunhus
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Fantasy, Young Adult
ISBN: 0988425904
Publisher: Seven Guns Press
Published: 2012-10-09T13:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

I fought down the urge to do just that. I imagined climbing into the attic and finding the best hiding place possible so that I could curl up in a ball and just wait this whole thing out.

I looked down below and the feeling of dark dread filled me again. It was the same as when I had seen Ren Lucre before; only this time it was much stronger. There was a pit in my stomach and chills passed through my body. I had been scared all night. From the mole creature and the harpies all the way to the zombies, there hadn’t been a second when I hadn’t been terrified.

But this was different. It was hard to breathe. Hard to think straight. It was a paralyzing terror that I knew would overwhelm me the very instant I stopped fighting against it.

I turned to T-Rex and I waved him back inside. I needed to see what happened. I needed to find out who this creature was that hated me so much.

I turned my attention back to the scene below. Ren Lucre was walking among the dozens of Creach monsters, all lying on the ground, many whimpering in fear. I leaned forward so I could better hear.

“I had only one instruction,” Ren Lucre said. “Bring the boy to me alive. Was I not clear on this?”

No one dared to answer.

“I could sense him from the second he broke the seal. A power I hadn’t expected. And, only a few minutes ago, nothing. He just disappeared. I will ask again, how can this be?”

I clutched the medallion around my neck. Suddenly, I understood. Whatever signal my presence sent out that attracted the monsters was being covered by this medallion .

“Either he was given a cloak of some type or he has already been killed,” Ren Lucre said. “Either is unacceptable. Was I not clear enough with my instructions?”

Ren Lucre leaned down and grabbed a rock troll by the neck. The troll’s legs thrashed as if electricity coursed through its body. The troll’s skin turned black where Ren Lucre touched him. The farther the blackness spread throughout the troll’s body, the more it jerked around in pain.

“I said: was I not clear?” Ren Lucre shouted.

The rock troll collapsed, its entire body now black. Ren Lucre let go and kicked the troll. The body disintegrated, nothing but dark ashes.

Mrs. Fitcher scampered forward, still bent low to the ground. She waved to something behind her. I stretched my neck out as far as I dared and gasped at what I saw.

A group of ogres dragged the werewolf body of Aunt Sophie out from the house. A wide swath of blood trailed behind her.

The ogres threw the body at Ren Lucre’s feet. And, impossibly, Aunt Sophie raised her head to look at him. She was still alive.

Mrs. Fitcher ran up and kicked Aunt Sophie in the face. I put my hand to my mouth to stifle my cry.

“Sire,” Mrs. Fitcher said, “she is the one responsible.

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