Magic Spawn Origins

Magic Spawn: Chapter 45

by Meredith Skye

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A zombie held Anya tightly by the wrist. No matter how she twisted and pulled she couldn't break free.

"Haley, help me!" she cried. The creature's grip was like iron.

Haley beat her fists against the creature's back. "Stop it!" she yelled, which, of course, wasn't going to help.

"Get help!" prompted Anya.

"Right." Haley pulled out her cell phone to make a call, but shook it. "Cell service is still out. I don't have a radio," she said. She threw herself against the zombie, as though she could break it's hold. It grabbed at her but Haley eluded it.

"It almost got me!" she cried. Haley glanced down the street to Grandma Baggins' house, as if she might make a run for it.

"Don't leave me!" begged Anya.

Behind them, Captain America finally got his scooter started just in time. The cheerleader was almost on him. He revved it up and zipped across the parking lot. Picking up speed, he rammed the bike into the nurse who had his friend in tow, knocking both of them over.

"Yeah! Take that," shouted Captain America. His friend got up quickly and hopped on the back of the scooter.

"Hey!" shouted Anya. "Help! Over here!"

The Jedi was kinda cute with his short curly dark hair and smooth face. Captain America hit the accelerator and came at the office zombie that held Anya.

"What are you—?" began Haley, scrambling out of the way. Anya braced herself. The zombie made a fierce screeching sound right before the scooter hit it, as though in objection.

The creature let go and Anya went stumbling forward, nearly head over heals, but she kept her balance. Good thing, because the camera in her right hand was still rolling.

"Shit yeah!" yelled the Jedi.

Anya swung the camera around the show the aftermath of the attack. The two boys on the scooter,

"Let's go!" shouted Haley, as though Anya were dawdling.

"Where to?" asked Captain America.

"To Grandma's house," said Haley, running. They followed her.

Back at town, Haley, Anya and the two boys reached Grandma's house and piled in. For a moment, they paused and took a deep breath.

"My name's Trent, by the way," the tall, dark-haired boy, smiling at Haley. Her heart melted a little, and she smiled back. Unconsciously, she brushed her hair out of her face, neatening it. He was the one in the Jedi costume. Was he hispanic or Native American? Hard to tell. Definitely her age. Had she seen him at school?

"I'm Austin," said the black Captain America, much younger than Haley. "And ... you're welcome." He had a cocky, outgoing attitude, even though he was the youngest, and shortest, one there.

Anya was peeking through the window. "They followed us!" She turned to the others.

"Block the door!" shouted Trent.

Everyone looked around and grabbed something. And there was a lot to grab. Grandma Baggins wasn't quite a hoarder, but she was close. Many boxes were stacked in the corner. The hallway was full of furniture, which was covered with knick-knacks and photos. Everyone grabbed something to block the door, which they also locked.

Dad showed up, hands on hips. "There you are, where did you go?"

"Zombie alert!" said Anya in her curt fashion. "Help us!"

"Oh," said Harlan. He ran over to help secure the door.

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