The Andrew Mayhem Collection 4-Book Bundle by Strand Jeff

Author:Strand, Jeff [Strand, Jeff]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2013-01-25T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Not only did I have the sound of Daniel's footsteps to follow, but he was also emitting a stream of outrageously creative profanity, so I was able to keep on his trail.

A door opened and slammed shut just ahead.

I promptly hit a dead end, but quickly retraced my path, took the other branch, and found the door. Though the plan was to regroup at the exit, I didn't want to lose my chance when Daniel was on the defensive. So I let out one of those piercing whistles I used to love so dearly in elementary school silent reading time to help guide Roger and Charlotte in the right direction, and then opened the door.

The next room was the largest one yet, and looked like nothing so much as an underground warehouse. The room was probably two hundred feet square, and filled with piles and piles of machinery, vicious-looking implements of torture, and props. There was a stack of artificial corpses that must've been fifteen feet high.

I saw Daniel duck behind an electric chair and fired, but the bullet struck the arm of the chair. Keeping a safe distance in case he'd somehow armed himself, I ran to the side to get a better shooting angle, but he was gone.

A three-foot scorpion flew through the air at me. Without thinking, I blew the plastic creature away, which had obviously been Daniel's intent. I had three bullets left, at the most, so I had to be careful.

A slightly larger octopus was launched at me from behind a display of ballerina bodies impaled on lances. It landed on the ground in front of my feet with a splat. "Dude, you're throwing rubber mollusks," I pointed out. "It's time to give up."

"Not a chance!" Daniel shouted as he hurled a football over the display. I didn't get a very good look at it, but I'm pretty sure it had squished roaches stuck to it.

The football hit the ground and black smoke began to pour from each of the ends. I hurried away from it, taking cover behind a medieval stretching rack with a large replica of Gumby on it.

The door opened, and Mortimer entered. As he shielded his eyes from the smoke, I took aim and fired. And missed. Mortimer turned toward the rack in surprise, and I pulled the trigger again, only to be rewarded with a click.

"He's out of bullets!" Daniel shouted from behind the smoke cover. "Get him!"

Mortimer, holding a butcher knife, ran toward me. I tossed the gun aside, stood up and grabbed the first thing I could use as a shield, a very large teddy bear with a slashed-open stomach and innards that were most definitely not made from cotton stuffing.

"Hello, I'm Bernard the Bear!" said a jolly voice. "Will you be my best friend in the whole world?" Three-inch claws burst out of the bear's paws. "Or do I have to mess you up?"

I swung the bear around just as Mortimer arrived. His knife got Bernard in the chest.

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