Dillon Hunt And The Desert Oasis Resort - Chad Stewart (best ereader for students TXT) 📗
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“Not gonna happen kid,” Derek replied as he pulled himself up and limped over and retrieved the bar he had just a moment earlier. “We’re gonna do this together.”
Jordan smiled. It was a weird feeling as he never really considered himself incredibly brave before. But now he just had a feeling of absolute superiority. It had to be the Centrigenix.
“I don’t know what you’re on,” said Derek, “but I wish I had some.”
Jordan smiled at the comment.
Troy shook his head again as he got up from the mess once more and howled. He now appeared angrier than ever!
Dillon looked over to where Troy was and saw Derek hit him on the side of the head with such force that he could hear the crack reverberate throughout the room. He knew that he had to find Genesis fast. He scrambled around the floor on his hands and knees in search of the syringe. He knew it had to be over here somewhere. Then he saw it! It had rolled under one of the lab tables when it was knocked from his hand. He started to crawl toward it when suddenly he felt something grab his leg. He turned to see Tara trying to pull him in. Her nose was clearly broken from the impact of Dillon’s backpack earlier—blood dripped easily from it as she reached for the boy with her other hand. Dillon shot his free leg out and smashed her in the face again. Oh how she screamed as his foot shattered her nose more thoroughly!
She let go of his leg as she cried out in agony, cupping her face in her hands. When Dillon turned his head back toward his goal he saw one of the spiders standing in front of it, staring at him with its large bulbous eyes. It’s pincers snapped threateningly.
Tom Tom barely managed to dodge the snapping maw of the snake creature. He didn’t know if he could keep this up for much longer. He heard the chaotic battles that were going on throughout the entire room, but tried to remain focussed upon the current threat in front of him.
The creature swung a scaly clawed hand around and clipped the man on the shoulder. Tom Tom screamed in pain as he grabbed for his shoulder and fell back, tripping over a chair and landing hard on the floor. Four lines of blood splayed through his shirt where the thing had hit him. It hissed and reared up, much like a cobra would do just before it came in to strike the final blow on its victim. As it came in for the kill Tom Tom quickly grabbed the chair and shot it upwards in its path. The thing hit it hard, snapping and hissing, trying to get to its prey. Tom Tom felt himself sliding across the floor from the force that the creature was exerting on the chair. For some reason it wasn’t reaching around with its muscled arms, but was rather trying to slither through the desperate man’s defences with its head. The old man only hoped that the creature would continue to, apparently, forget about its other appendages. If it did he thought that he might have a chance.
He held on stubbornly with each lunge of the snake, not willing to allow the creature to take his life from him.
Jordan sidestepped the incoming attack. He felt the clawed hand pass by him just inches from his face.
Derek swung his bar from the other side and connected solidly on Troy’s arm. The creature howled and came up at him with his other hand. As he swung around Jordan connected with his bar solidly on the beast’s side. The shock of the blow rocked the huge creature from his solid footing and put him off balance.
Derek came in again, but Troy managed to react quicker than the man had expected and blocked the blow. The creature returned the strike and Derek tried to get out of the way but got clipped on the shoulder by his massive hand. Despite the lessened force in the attack due to Jordan’s hit, Derek went flying back and spun around a couple of times before landing on a table and toppling onto the ground.
Troy held his side where Jordan landed the hit and backed away a step from the kid. He eyed him cautiously. “You fast and strong,” Troy grunted, shifting to the side.
Jordan frowned as he looked at Troy. “You ape man or something? That’s not how people talk.”
Troy smiled, his yellowed eyes glinting with cunning. “You die,” he said, and then he rushed in at Jordan.
Dillon eyed the creature as it slowly moved toward him menacingly. He backed up and started to stand. The spider leaped! Dillon ducked just in time as the creature flew overtop of him. He spun around quickly to see that the spider had already landed and was running toward him again. As it sprang he deftly unslung his backpack and swung it out in front. It clipped the creature and sent it off to the side. Hardly injured, it jumped at Dillon again. This time he barely got his pack out in front. The thing latched on, trying to climb overtop and onto the young boy. It snapped its pincers wildly, tearing into the bag.
Frantically, Dillon tried to shake it off, but the thing wouldn’t let go. It snapped at one of Dillon’s hands. He managed to pull mostly out of the way, but got nipped across two of his fingers. He screamed in pain as he pulled his hand back and threw the bag to the floor as he backed away.
The horrid creature climbed out from behind it and advanced. It leaped and Dillon dove under the nearby table. The thing nimbly landed on top of the table. Dillon crouched down, looking to both sides wondering which way the creature would attack from. He looked at his hand and noticed that the cuts weren’t too bad. He just hoped the spider wasn’t venomous, but he’d have to worry about that later.
As he looked around he noticed the syringe again, only a few feet from where he was hiding. Quickly, he shot his hand out from under the table and grabbed it, hoping that the spider thing didn’t see the movement. As he looked up, he saw Gwen pulling supplies out of a cupboard. She snatched up a scalpel in shaking hands and crawled into the hiding place. He had one last glimpse of her tear streaked face before she pulled the door closed.
Dillon’s gut twisted with guilt. He had gotten Gwen into this. She hadn’t asked to face a gruesome death. His curiosity did that to her. He gripped the syringe tighter in his fist. He wouldn’t let Gwen die. He would die first.
As fast as lightning he sprang out from under the table in a dead run toward Troy.
Tom Tom’s arms were getting weak with the relentless attacks of the creature. He knew his time was near. The creature had finally realized that its arms were long enough to reach around the chair the old man was using to defend himself. It swung an arm around and grabbed Tom Tom by the shoulder. It squeezed down hard, sinking its dirty claws into the man’s flesh. Tom Tom screamed!
With that one arm it hoisted him into the air. Tom Tom’s screams echoed throughout the room. The snake hissed wildly and pulled back his other arm, readying for the final blow that would take the man down.
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