John Creemon was down in his basement listening to Workin’ Them Angels by Rush when he thought he heard something creeping up on him. The fourteen year old convinced himself that the noise was just the old house creaking. There it is again, he knew he heard it that time.
He turned around only to see the most terrifying beast imaginable. The pretty caressed armour shined in his eyes, the beast had four separate lips, it was nine feet tall, had four toes, six fingers, and was ugly as hell.
It seemed to pull out some sort of formed hand grip. It flipped its wrist and the grip quickly seemed to form a type of blue sword filled with energy with two tips and nothing between.
“Holy S**t!” was all John could say. The beast darted towards him, slashing and stabbing. John could only think of his pocket knife. He pulled it out FAST. John dodged yet another stab, Snuck up behind the beast, jumped on his back and managed to stab him in the left side of the beasts throat.
The best let out a roar so bone chilling John noticed his Xbox Vibrate. The beast pulled him off his back and held him by the throat.
“You will die.” The beast said in a cold, hard voice.
John grabbed the knife and Stabbed the beast where no armour was.
The beast finally dropped.
“You are one ugly son of a Bitch.”
