Free Lens of Time: Book 05 - Star Rover-The Worst of Time by Saxon Andrew Page B

directions and he decided to take the left one. A hundred yards ahead on that street was another street branching off that was not a ninety degree turn but a curved path. He turned right and looked over his shoulder and saw the Master had closed the gap. Boy it could turn fast! He sprinted and one of the Master’s arms shot forward and pulled a piece of his shirt away. Dat began opening the gap again as he bore into the curve and sprinted out into the next street. He forced himself to slow down slightly or he was going to be out of breath quickly. He maintained a smooth gait and saw the Master was not gaining on him. However, the next turn was going to be a real problem. He examined the overhead view and saw that just around the corner of one street on the left was a large pile of boxes. He knew the Master would make the turn without swerving and he sprinted left and added as much speed as possible. He heard the Master hit the boxes and he immediately turned up a small alley on the right. He sprinted up to the end of the alley, stopped, bent over, and tried to catch his breath. He watched the overhead and didn’t see the Master. He moved out of the alley into the middle of the street and waited for it to appear. Suddenly another Master standing close by started squealing. Dat looked at the squealing Master as four of the pursuing Master’s arms wrapped him up. Dat wasn’t lifted off the ground and no arm was put around his neck. The Huge Master turned to the Master that squealed and slammed two of his arms into its head which immediately splattered. “I SAID NO INTERFERENCE! I could have found him without your help. The Master put Dat on the ground and said, “You may move to the end of this street and we’ll start again.”
    Dat saw the large Master was barely able to control his bobbing. It looked like a giant spider bouncing up and down on eight of its ten arms. Dat turned and walked to the end of the street gathering his strength. He turned and bowed. The Master looked at one of the others and it raised one of its arms and after a moment dropped it. Dat turned and ran.
    The chase was now at twenty minutes and Dat knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. He pulled up the coordinates of Gresha’s home and saw it was a quarter of a mile away. He made three turns and each time the Master gained ground. The squeals were deafening but as he made one last turn he yelled, “OPEN THE DOOR!” He sprinted ahead and just as he arrived the door flew open and he dove into the entrance as the door slammed behind him. The Master had closed in and was moving at full speed when it hit the door and crashed it out of the opening and into the room. It pushed Gresha on top of him with the door landing on top of both of them.
    Dat rolled over and saw the Huge Master standing in the doorway. The Other Masters had joined it and were surrounding the opening. Gresha’s father stood at the back of the room holding his wife and they all knew they were moments from death. Suddenly the Master started bobbing and shaking. Soon the others joined him and all of them looked like they were standing during an earthquake.
    “You think I’m going to coming in and feed on you.”
    Dat looked at Gresha seeing her fear and turned back to the Master, “It is what you do.”
    “Ordinarily, I would do just that but you have earned another day. I haven’t enjoyed myself this much in more rotations than I can remember. We will do this again after I prepare myself for another chase. Three nights after the full moon I will return and we’ll try this again.”
    Dat shook his head, “You really don’t need to do that. I was incredibly stupid. You are much more than I ever thought and only luck allowed me to survive. I admit that you are the most deadly of all creatures.”
    “I’ll consider that when I catch you but you will run again.”
    Dat thought furiously and said, “If I escape, will that be our last run?”
    The creature stared at Dat and