Although it feels dark, there is still light coming from the hallway bathroom. A large shadow briskly rushes by as he takes in a sharp breath, with only a baseball bat as protection. Remembering all the times he has seen this creature, he slowly walks towards the thing. The light bulb burns out in the bathroom. His only source of light, gone, left in complete darkness. The shuffling of feet draws nearer as he pats his bat on the ground, hoping to bump into something other than the monster. His eyes adjust a little, causing him to see a faint silhouette of something not two feet away from him. It is tall, and by the fair looks of its skin, scaly. He brings his bat over his shoulder and strikes it hard across the head. Knocking the life out of it. He realizes now, as a scream erupts from his sister's bedroom, that this creature was not his stalker, not his attacker, but his protector.
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The Protector
Mystery / ThrillerWhen he kills the only thing that protected him, there is no stopping the others from attacking.
