"Steve, look out! Behind you!"
The hidden dog lunged from the pile of scrap.
"Steve!" Angie jumped between them, swinging the bat with enough force to knock the dog back into the pile, rendering it unconscious. "Watch out!"
"Go back to the kids!"
"I'm not leaving you out here," she shot back instantly.
A demo-dog, once unconscious, slowly began crawling out of the scrap pile, eyes fixed on revenge.
"I'll be fine—" she froze, a bone-chilling scream ripping from her throat as the hidden dog sank its teeth into her thigh.
Steve stopped in his tracks, frozen.
"Holy shit!" she grimaced in pain, blood pouring from the wound. "I'm gonna fucking die out here!"
The kids screamed at Steve, urging him to act, but he scrambled toward the bus.
"Don't leave me out here! Help me!"
He halted, anger flaring in his eyes. The world seemed to pause.
"Why would I help you? You're a freak!" he spat before jumping onto the bus for safety.
The dogs swarmed her. One by one, their teeth sank into her, her entire body erupting in pain.
"Help me! Don't leave me here! Please! Please! Please help me!"
"Angie! Angie!"
A familiar voice cut through the chaos, but all she could feel was agony.
"Wake up! Angie!"
"It hurts!" she screamed, struggling to free herself.
"Please, Angie! You're scaring me!"
"H-help me!"
"I'm trying! Angie, please! Just wake up!"
Her eyes flew open, and she sat up abruptly, clutching her head.
Concussion or not, the instinct to run was overpowering.
Tears streaked her cheeks.
"Oh my God, Ange. You gave me a heart attack. I thought you were dying." Eddie let out a shaky sigh of relief.
"What?" Her voice was raw from screaming.
"You were screaming... begging for help... but you were asleep." He brushed the tears from his face. "I couldn't get to you... what happened?"
"Nothing," she lied. "Just a bad dream. Sorry I woke you."
"Don't worry about me. Are you sure it was just a dream? It sounded more like a traumatic memory—"
"Trust me, Ed. I'm fine. Just a bad dream."
"O-Okay... if you say so. Want some water?" he asked, rubbing circles on her back.
Angie glanced at the clock: 5:47.
"No, that's fine. It's late enough I might as well get up." She gave him a convincing smile, hoping he'd drop the subject.
"Wow... you look like hell," he muttered as she entered school the next day.
"Jonathan!" Nancy slapped his shoulder in warning.
"Yeah, a concussion and severe lack of sleep will do that to you." She rubbed her eyes; the dark bags under them were prominent.
"I didn't know concussions affected sleep patterns this early," Nancy noted, clearly impressed.
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Angelica "Freak Two" Munson
Fanfiction"Hey, Harrington!" she reverses against her heel, flipping him the bird, "The names Freak Two, actually. If you're gonna insult me, you might as well do it right." ---------- Angelica Beatrice Munson, aka "Freak Two" is Eddie Munson's younger sister...
