Chapter 11As the twelve huge syringes jumped toward me, I scrambled back away from them--until strong hands grabbed my upper arms and held me fast.
It was A.E. "Take your medicine, Stag!" His voice echoed through the spire. "Take it!"
The syringes stopped six inches away, their glistening tips pointing at my head and chest and arms. The black skull and crossbones symbols on the syringes' glass vials came to life, laughing gleefully as sickly green liquid bubbled away inside.
"I'll bet you never thought it would come to this, did you?" said A.E. "You never imagined you'd bite it like I did."
"Let me go." I struggled to break free of his iron grip. "Please just let me go, man."
"The hell I will!" A.E.'s voice swelled with rage. "You could've saved me, 'man.' You could've saved
