Dragons don't BITE they breathe fire

Chapter 8

Twyne muttered a series of made up curses until he was finally satisfied with himself.

The cave had boulders for bones and creepy creatures for organs. Bats yelped and spiders spun while toads made their everyday disturbing noises. And Twyne could've sworn he saw a snake.

I'm about as crazy as Karter!

He turned on his phone flashlight and whimpered. Sometimes things are less scary when you can't see all that's before you. All that might be the end of you.

Deeper and deeper in the cave he walked, almost scared out of his own skin. He'd call Karter, but he might awaken whatever it is that's making the loud, grumbly humming. And of course there was no signal in a cave so texting was out of question.

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He had been walking for who knows how long (possibly in circles) and was busy conspiring against Karter when out he came. His eyes wide and a grin even wider.

Twyne could've swore, but he knew so many words he couldn't think of the right one before Karter began babbling off. "I saw it! I saw it! I was right, it's here! And I got like a gazillion photos!"

"God Karter...I swear I hate you. I hate your guts."

"You know, you are so nice!"

Twyne could've slugged Karter. He could've slugged him to the tiniest little pulp of a human you've seen. But Twyne knew better. If he was going to beat up anybody, it'd have to be some place where his own life didn't seem to be dangling in the air.

So he just made a huffing growl and a bit of a scowl.

"Okay, great, you got your photos. Now can we go?" Twyne spat.

"No way! What if there are more and I'm missing out?"

"Karter, you're talking like a crazy drunk."

"Nuh-uh. I'm talking money." Karter nudged Twyne's arm and smiled.

Twyne looked up at the cave ceiling as if expecting to find the perfect something that could be used to know some type of sense into his friend, but only found a sleeping batxh of bats. Twyne then figured if he wasn't going to talk common sense into Karter, so he wasn't going to talk "money" sense.

"Well, we should probably save those pictures you got on your phone to a file on your laptop. And maybe get a camera for better photo quality. In fact, we should create a video."

Karter smiled. "Good thinking," he sighed. "I wonder where I'd be without you."

As they began to head for the light that the save mouth led to, Twyne grumbled and huffed. "You'd be in your grave without me, that's where you'd be."