Suddenly, the vampire grabbed Fisher’s neck and threw him to the ground. The monsters loomed over him like a nightmare gang, their eyes as black as night.
Fisher realized in that moment that the Halloweeners – the revered protectors of Halloween – no longer existed. Only the monsters remained. And they were about to destroy him.
I couldn’t tell if Parker was back home, but I didn’t want him seeing me, stopping me, following me. I practically ran from my car into the guesthouse, locking the front door behind me. My hands were still shaking with misplaced adrenaline.
Unfamiliar shouts outside our bedroom door awaken me to the darkness. Heavy stomps approach. Beside me, Amy doesn’t move. I sit upright in bed as the door bursts open, splitting the wood along the doorframe.
Meryl screams from her bed. Someone flips on the the light. It’s two men, dressed in black: the God Squad.
“All right,” she says. “That’s enough. I want you all to remember that Ms. Emerson is not dead. Stop acting like she is. Until I have been notified that she is, indeed, destined for a coffin, I refuse to believe she is. So yes, I will hold her notes and schedule a day for her to make up for her quiz, though I’m sure she’ll blatantly ignore both.”
If what I had heard was correct, that meant I’d never had him at all because he already belonged to someone else.
My chest rose and fell with short, quick breaths as disbelief ripped through me. Knots formed in my stomach, and a tremor started in my legs, travelling rapidly throughout my entire body.
She needed to go to England and give her son a good talking-to. And make sure that her grandchildren knew about their hyena heritage and were proud of it – instead of pretending to be something they weren’t.
Friday’s Page 69 ~ Spider-Man: Far From Home: Peter and Ned’s Ultimate Travel Journal
What else do I need to say? It’s pizza. Italian-style pizza. It’s a little messy, but every food can be eaten on the go if you try hard enough. I am going to mention that it’s better to do this after crime fighting than before, because sometimes having a food baby in your belly will come back to haunt you in the middle of a fight.
Friday’s Page 69 ~ Project Z: A Zombie Ate My Homework
“I can’t talk about my family,” I explained to everyone at the table. “It’s too risky.”
“Wait a sec, they’re really spies?” Kiki exclaimed. “That is so cool! So, is, like Ombee a fake name, to throw people off?”
“Something like that,” I said.
“Holy Smokes,” said the kid with the backward hat. “Tell us everything.”
I smiled but shook my head. “I really can’t talk about it.”