Free 18 - Monster Blood II by R.L. Stine - (ebook by Undead) Page B

paws and twisting it
furiously with his teeth.
    Then he tossed the mangled wheel away. It slammed into a window, shattering
it into a thousand pieces.
    “Back to the drawing board,” Andy muttered to Evan.
    Evan shook his head glumly. That plan was a bust, he told himself. Now what?
    He didn’t have time to think about it.
    He heard shrill cries and shrieks of terror.
    “Put him down! Cuddles—put him down!” Mr. Murphy was screaming.
    Evan turned and saw that the giant hamster had picked up a kid.
    Conan!
    Cuddles held Conan in both paws and was raising him toward his gaping mouth.
    “Drop! Drop!” Mr. Murphy was shouting.
    Conan thrashed his arms and legs. “Help me! Ohhh, hellllp me!” he shrieked.
He started to cry. Gasping sobs. Tears rolled down his red cheeks.
    “Helllllp! Mommmmmy! Mommmmmy! Hellllp me!”
    Normally Evan would have enjoyed watching Conan cry like a baby. But this was
too serious. Cuddles could chew Conan in half! Evan realized.
    He grabbed Andy. “Where’s the Monster Blood?”
    “Huh? In my locker. I hid it under a bunch of stuff in my locker. Why?”
    “I need it,” Evan said. “Come on. I have another idea.”
    “I hope it’s better than the last one,” Andy muttered.
    They hurried to the door, then glanced back.
    Cuddles was playing with Conan, tossing him from paw to paw, licking him with
his huge, pink tongue. Conan was wailing his head off.
    Evan led the way to Andy’s locker. “I’m going to eat some Monster Blood,” he
told her, thinking out loud. “I’ll eat a lot. I’ll grow bigger than Cuddles.”
    “I get it,” Andy said, running beside him. “You’ll turn yourself into a
giant. You’ll make yourself as big as Cuddles.”
    “No,” Evan replied. “Bigger. Much bigger. I’ll make myself so big that
Cuddles will look hamster size. Then I’ll stuff him in the supply closet and
lock the door.”
    “It’s a stupid plan,” Andy said.
    “I know,” Evan agreed.
    “But it’s worth a try,” Andy added.
    Evan swallowed hard and didn’t reply. He was staring across the hall at
Andy’s locker.
    “Oh, no!” Andy cried out when she saw what Evan was gaping at.
    The locker door bulged as if about to burst open. And green goo poured out
from the sides and the bottom.
    “The Monster Blood—it outgrew my locker!” Andy cried.
    Evan ran up to it and grabbed the door handle. He started to tug. “Is it
locked?”
    “No,” Andy replied, hanging back.
    Evan tugged. He tugged harder. With a loud groan, he tugged with both hands. “It won’t open!” he cried.
    “Let me try it,” Andy said.
    But before she could step forward, the locker door burst open with a loud whoooosh.
    Sticky, green gunk splashed over Evan.
    He didn’t have a chance to cry out.
    It poured over him like a tall, cresting ocean wave.
    An ocean wave of Monster Blood.
    It’s burying me! Evan realized.
    The huge, sticky glob splashed out of the locker, plopped over him,
smothering him, choking him.
    It’s sucking me in! I can’t move!
    I can’t move!

 
 
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    Evan shut his eyes as the heavy, green gunk rolled over his head. He shot his
arms out, trying to push it away.
    As it swept over him, he fell to his knees. Kicking and thrashing, it forced
him down to the floor.
    I’m stuck inside, he thought. Stuck inside…
    He felt hands grab his ankles.
    The hands tugged hard.
    He began to slide. Over the floor. Over the thick layer of Monster Blood.
    “I’ve got you!” he heard Andy cry. “I’ve got you out!”
    He opened his eyes. He saw her pulling him, tugging him out of the thick
green gunk by the ankles.
    It clung to his clothes and his skin. But he was out.
    “Thanks,” he murmured weakly. He climbed shakily to his feet.
    He could hear Conan screaming and crying back in the classroom. There was still time to save him, Evan realized.
    He pulled a hunk of Monster Blood off the quivering green mound—and jammed
it into his mouth.
    “I’m going to be sick,”