Free Death's Little Angels by Sylver Belle Garcia Page A

look!” Steven cried,
“There is Perry Hamilton! Missing an arm eh, Perry?”
    Drew recalled that Perry Hamilton use to
bully Steven a lot at lunch. He would often take Steven’s lunch
tray and any extra money that he had on him at the time.
    “ Gimme five!” Steven held
out his hand to Perry who was obviously missing both
hands.
    Steven laughed
hysterically pointing at Perry who unknowingly joined the
other Eaters at
the window as they extended their gory jaws. The moans grew louder
and sounded like an out of tune chorus. Drew motioned for everyone
who decided to follow him to gather around.
    “ We are going to need
weapons, in order to defend ourselves. But I don’t want Kaleb and
Royal’s bunch to know and then they try to take them from us,” Drew
whispered. “I have my pocket knife but do any of y’all have ideas?
Hurry though.” Drew glanced back at the window nervously. The color
of the window was slowly changing from the clear coloring to black.
The Eaters covered the window like ants do with dropped food.
    “ First, I suggest to the
girls if you have long hair to either put it up in a ponytail or
braid it,” Sue Ellen suggested. “We all see what happened to
Josefina over there.” Mater rapidly stuffed her French braid inside
her shirt while Tarynn immediately started to twist her waist
length hair.
    “ We need a broom stick
like what they have over there and then I can sharpen it with my
knife,” Drew said looking at Kaleb’s man made weapon.
    “ I’ll be on the look out
for one when we sprint. I mean leave,” Billy suggested. Drew nodded
his head in agreement.
    “ Come on Beetle, man. I
know you have to have some ideas in that huge brain of yours. What
can we use to protect ourselves?” Drew quietly pleaded.
    Beetle walked over to the teacher’s desk. He
slowly shook his head as he saw Mrs. Westwood’s purse, reminiscent
of the times he had with her in Math class. He rummaged through the
desk for a couple of minutes until he found what he was looking
for. Two pair of scissors and two paperweights. Beetle smiled as he
carefully brought the items to the huddled group.
    “ Whatcha going to do with
that, Beetle?” Drew frowned in disapproval. “I mean the scissors
are good. Great thinking but paperweights? C’mon man. What are we
going to do with those? Throw them?”
    “ Not exactly,” Beetle
sneakily smiled. “These my friends are going to be our way out of
here. We all know what the scissors can be used for but the
paperweights…”
    Beetle placed the items on the floor as he
bent down and removed his socks then shoes. After putting his shoes
back on, he took the paperweights and placed one in each of the
socks. He grasped both items holding up them up for his comrades to
see.
    “ Sock-a-bats!” Beetle
exclaimed peering through his shiny glasses.
    “ Shhh!” Mater
hissed.
    “ You can sling them like a
bat. Guaranteed to put a dent in those Eater’s noggins. Forget about
finding a broom or a mop.” Beetle looked back and forth between
Drew, Mater, and Sue Ellen. “What do you guys think? Cool
huh?”
    Drew took one of the homemade Sock-a-bats
and studied it quickly. “Beetle, you are going to be the next
multi-billionaire someday, when we get out of this.”
    “ I also figured we might
need some sort of lubricant, oil… Grease even,” Beetle said. All
eyes fell on Cookie.
    “ Oh uh huh! Why everybody
looking over here when Beetle said grease ?” Cookie shrieked.
    “ I was thinking of grease,
Cookie, because the Eaters would have a hard time of grabbing us if we were
slippery,” Beetle added.
    The crew grew silent as
Cookie abruptly left the group. She walked over to where her desk
was and where the others were clustered together like grapes. Drew
gawked at Beetle. We need all the people
we could get . Great going Beetle, Drew
thought.
    “ Alright. Looks like
Cookie is going with the others. Whenever we get out into the
hallway we will move quietly and fast. Our