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“Holy hell!” Martin whined as he and his friends labored under their burden. “Whose idea was this again? And how did I get roped into helping?”
“Just shut up and – geez, hold up your end, willya?” Kip puffed as the concrete monster slipped in his sweaty grasp.
The four of them, seniors at Ataska High School, had successfully pulled off what no one at their school had thought possible—they had gone in on a midnight raid to their rival’s school – Greville – and had taken their mascot. It now wobbled along in their unsure grasp as they lugged it across their football field toward the tree line.
“Damn thing’s uglier than three weeks of bad weather,” muttered Adrian, who brought up the rear. He kept a watch behind the small group as they sweated and strained under the gargoyle’s weight.
‘Oh, please keep broadcasting the whole thing!” Daniel hissed. He was the ringleader, the brains of the operation, and so had elected himself to overseeing the removal of the hideous thing from Greville’s entryway. In other words, he merely walked alongside the other three and did not lift a finger to help.
About a hundred feet into the forest, Martin suddenly cried out and dropped his end of the gargoyle. Kip swore as his end fell out of his grasp as a result.
“Dammit, Daniel!” Martin yelled. “What the—you sick bastard!!”
Daniel, who had been walking behind him, reared his head back and stared. “What? What did I do?”
Martin wiped the back of his neck and shuddered. “You—what the hell? Licked my neck?”
It was Daniel’s’s turn to look sickened. “Oh, gross! Why would I do that?”
Martin wiped a sticky substance from his nape. He held up his hand—the mess dripped onto the ground. “What is up with that?”
Daniel stepped back. “That wasn’t me. Maybe a tree here is dripping…sap?
Martin gave him a weird look. “Oh…kay…we’ll go with that. But next time it happens, I’ll flatten you where you stand.”
“Hey, it could have been Adrian.”
“What about me?” Adrian stepped from behind a tree as he zipped up his jeans. At the looks his friends gave him, he said, “Hey, we had about five beers back there. What do you expect?”
“Ick…” Kip was looking at his hands.
When he had dropped his end of the gargoyle, his hands had been badly scraped. Now they bled in several parallel lines of red.
“Oh hell. Let’s finish this thing and get to where we can clean that up,” Daniel said as he peered into the brush. “My truck is parked close to here. I think.”
Martin was about to say something snarky when they all heard a soft cackling. Immediately afterward came the sound of leathery wings above them.
“Bats?” Adrian looked up quickly. “Okay, let’s finish this. I am so done here.”
They turned to pick up the gargoyle—but it was gone!
“What the–?” That was all Martin could get out. The other three stood, frozen, in total shock at the sudden disappearance of his head.
* * *
“Here it is!” Gregory called.
“Fantastic!” Mr. Gilroy exclaimed. “I’d hate for us to be without our mascot for the final game of the season.”
The principal, coach, and senor quarterback for Greville High School picked up their gargoyle and headed back out of the forest, heedless of the four abnormally-large piles of leaves that had been situated around it.
It was noted later, however, that it seemed the gargoyle was grinning more widely than it had in a long time.
Fiction © Copyright K.R. Morrison
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
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