Dillon Hunt And The Desert Oasis Resort - Chad Stewart (best ereader for students TXT) 📗
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“What have you done?” screamed Derek as they all watched in horror as Troy began to transform.
Dillon shook off the dizziness again and stumbled back toward the cages where Gwen and Jordan were with Derek and Tom Tom.
“I was trying to get him with the Necrotoxin and Genesis!” Dillon tried to explain. “But he knocked Genesis out of my hand before I could inject him.”
“Good idea—bad execution!” Derek screamed.
“Ya … sorry about that.”
They heard bone crunching and skin tearing. His howls turned into a deep, guttural, demonic scream. He fell over a nearby chair and curled up on the ground, writhing in absolute pain. Four large spikes shot out of his back spraying blood and yellowish spinal fluid everywhere; his muscles bulged as they tore through his shirt, and his skin turned a dark bluish hue. As Troy’s transformation ensued, even the creatures who had charged into the room a moment earlier stopped their approach toward their intended victims.
Troy’s screams died down and his writhing slowed until he finally stopped moving.
“Is he dead?” Dillon heard Gwen say in a soft quivering voice.
He looked at her in dismay. Her eyes no longer shone in that eery yellow glow. A moment earlier she was a captive zombie but now she appeared normal. He looked over to where John and the others were and noticed that they were shaking their heads and regaining their senses.
The creatures that had entered the room were all looking around as though they were unsure of who they should attack. Their eyes didn’t glow anymore either. A coyote approached the monstrous mass that used to be Troy and began to sniff and growl at it. With lightning speed a large clawed hand grabbed the creature by the neck. A loud snap was heard and the coyote went limp.
Still holding the unfortunate creature in his grasp, the monster that had been Troy a moment earlier began to slowly stand; his back facing Dillon and the others. It grasped the edge of one of the tables for support as it stood to its full height. That was when Dillon noticed the shattered tablet that Troy used to call the creatures—and probably control John and the others—at his feet.
Rob, still shaking off the dizziness, was able to finally stand. He looked over to the towering monster. His eyes went wide as he saw the hulking beast just a few feet from where he was. He turned to run when Troy swung his free arm around. The massive clawed hand hammered into the back of Rob, sending him flying into the wall. His limp body skipped off the wall and bounced to the floor. He rolled a couple times and came to rest at Dillon’s feet. The young boy looked down at the body in horror, then glanced up to where Troy was.
The huge beast turned around slowly. His head was misshapen to resemble more of a dog than a human. His eyes were large and bloodshot, and he now had huge canine fangs protruding from his massive maw. He looked down at his transformed body as if trying to process what had happened to him, then he threw the dead coyote to the side. The creature flew into one of the spider things which issued a high-pitched shrill. Troy narrowed his eyes at Dillon and began to growl.
“What now?” Jordan asked, desperation in his voice.
“We need that syringe,” Dillon replied, looking over to where it had bounced and rolled across the ground. “It’s our only option now.”
Troy hunched low and opened both his hands fully, showing his wicked looking claws. He stared at the boys with evil intent and roared, spittle spraying from his mouth.
Jordan grabbed Gwen and dove to the side as the monster charged. Derek, Dillon and Tom Tom scattered, scrambling to get out of the way just in time as the beast slammed into the cages, crumpling the bars as though they were nothing.
Jordan easily sprinted to the other side of the room with Gwen under one arm. He felt so charged up from the Centrigenix as he leaped into the air and easily cleared some chairs, a lab table, and one of the guys who was still coming out from the mind control of the neurogenic transmitter. He landed softly on the other side and ducked down behind the table with his little sister. As they came over the counter one of the coyotes lunged in their direction. Jordan threw his arm out wide in order to protect him and his sister. His backhand connected with the creature with such force that it was sent flying all the way across the room. It hit the wall with a crack and crumpled to the ground. He looked at his hand for a moment, not sure what to make of his new-found power. Apparently his reflexes were just as dialled up as his muscles were.
“You wait here okay Gwen,” Jordan said softly as he turned and looked at her, trying to be as soothing as possible. “Try and hide from … well … everything.” He stood up and turned to head back. Gwen grabbed his arm.
“Be careful please,” she said, tears welling up in her eyes.
Jordan smiled back at her and nodded. His face turned grim as he surveyed the chaos. A couple of the spider creatures were attacking one of the scientists who, a moment earlier, was under the influence of the neurogenic transmitter. John, himself, was fighting off the other coyote with what appeared to be a chair leg and a scalpel, and Tom Tom was keeping the serpent-thing busy. Then he saw it—the main event was about to begin once Troy dislodged himself from the bars—Troy verses Derek! Derek was equipping himself for the fight as he walked toward the creature.
Man! That guys got guts! Jordan thought to himself.
Dillon scrambled over Rob’s limp body as he distanced himself from the creature in his search for the syringe. Troy grunted as he pulled himself out from the mangled mess of bars and whipped his head around to see Dillon across the room. His eyes narrowed and his lips curled up in a monstrous snarl as he started toward him. Suddenly a loud crack rang through the air. His head jolted to the side with the force of the blow. He shook it off and turned to see Derek standing there with a chunk of bar he had grabbed from the cages.
Derek went in for another strike but Troy easily deflected it with his huge muscled forearm. The force of the hit would have broken a regular persons arm in two, but the beast acted as though he didn’t even feel it. Derek swung again, but Troy grabbed the bar and ripped it from his grasp.
The monster stood to his full ten foot height, howled like a demon—spit spraying from his mouth—and came down toward Derek. The battle-hardened man tried to maneuver around and grab another weapon, but held his ribs and winced in pain which caused him to stumble and slump to this knees. He got into the best defensive position he could in order to receive the charge from the creature, but knew it would be futile, and that his life was about to end.
The monster stormed in; he could almost smell its foul breath.
Jordan saw Derek attack the creature and knew he needed help. He easily leaped over the counter and sprinted toward Troy. He could see the monster coming in at Derek with the force of a rhino. With all the power he could generate with his enhanced body he slammed into the behemoth with his shoulder. He issued a loud scream as he rocked into the beast.
Troy was launched into the air with the strength of a giant and crashed into the wall of cages again. Derek couldn’t believe what he saw!
“Get out of here!” Jordan yelled, rubbing his shoulder with his
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