Chapter 4 Deadly Couple
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"What the-?"
Dale is confused as he tries to free himself from her grip.
Sherley screams.
Peter pulls me out of my chair, throwing me onto a nearby cabinet and crushing it.
He punches me across the face as I stand up, knocking me back down.
"Nate!" Dale shouts.
Peter grabs me by the collar, lifting me up.
I punched Peter, he didn't flinch from the punch.
Dale growls but Sherley is already onto him, pouncing onto Dale.
Biting into Dale's shoulder, Sherley began to chew.
Dale screams in agony.
"Graah!"
Peter threw me against the ceiling.
Falling against the ground.
Grunting, Peter stood over me.
He then grabs the back of my shirt, slamming me against the ceiling again.
Grunting as my body crashes back to the floor.
"You are going to be my dinner for today, Nathan. You and Dale are our meals," Peter says. He opens his mouth, revealing hundreds of sharp teeth.
Peter grabs my shirt, Peter punches me with his stone fist.
"Oof!"
"Laura will be our dessert."
Peter said as his grip tightened.
Dale shakes Sherley off, slamming her onto the dinner table, breaking it.
Peter's attention turned to Dale.
"You just made a huge mistake, human." Sherley says, lying on the broken table.
"So did you."
Laura says, holding her hands up above her head.
A huge boulder made out of blue crystal forms in the center of the table, above Sherley.
Looking at my own reflection.
The giant crystal boulder slams on top of Sherley through the floor.
Shattering the floor beneath Peter, and I.
We both fall along with Sherley.
The boulder crushes Sherley as she lands in the basement.
The dust clears as I cough.
Looking around to see where I'd fallen.
It's the basement.
I looked up above to see Laura and Dale inspecting the area.
"I'm going to eat your corpse!"
Peter screamed at Laura, enraged.
"That was for the kid." Laura says.
Sherley convulses, dying underneath the boulder that crushed her.
Slime oozes out of her mouth.
That was Laura's magic; she is able to create crystals out of the air using her mana.
Laura and Dale begin to rush downstairs.
"We are on our way down there Nate!"
Dale shouts.
I lose sight of them from up above.
Peter stands up stumbling, all over the basement.
His appearance is becoming more apparent, his body has become a literal stone.
As his clothes fell off his body.
"Stay down, or I'll put you down!"
I shout.
Peter growled.
As I tackled him to the ground, I began punching him.
Blood covers his face, but he is not the one bleeding.
Peter licked his lips.
"Mmm delicious I want more!"
I held my broken hand.
"You need to calm down, human, don't you realize the situation you're in?"
Peter asks as he grabs my shirt.
Peter punched me in the face, breaking my nose.
I back away slowly.
"You're not so fearless anymore now, are you?"
Peter says as his body slowly falls apart.
Peter begins crumbling like a broken old statue.
He then rushes at me, grabbing my neck.
"You people came into our home messing up our meal!" Peter shouted.
I grab his wrists, resisting his tight grip, his stone hands cover my throat.
But my grip tightens, I glare at Peter.
"I'm just going to take your body because this one has reached its limit," Peter said,
His stone wrists begin to crack as my grip becomes tighter.
His mouth opens, revealing even further Peter's true nature.
He sticks his long tongue out to lick the blood off my face.
As Peter giggled, his teeth grew larger.
As his mouth widens.
"You're mine!"
Peter shouts.
My fingernails become sharper, impaling the stone.
Crushing Peter's wrists, I kicked him.
Knocking Peter onto the floor.
Standing over Peter.
I slashed at Peter's torso with my claws.
Peter wrapped his tongue around my wrist.
Ripping out his tongue, as he groans in pain.
I began to shred Peter down, slashing at his stone body.
The body falls apart completely, as my claws bleed.
"That's enough!" Dale shouts at me. Laura eventually comes down.
Breathing heavily.
"I think it's dead."
Laura said.
Dale walked up to me, patting my shoulder.
Looking at Peter and Sherley's corpses, the same green slime oozes out of their mouths.
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