As we burst through the doors and were welcomed by the warmth of the sun, I did not realize just how dim that structure had been. The sudden flash of light temporarily blinded us, but we continued to move toward the SUV.
Once we reached the vehicle, I tried to open the door but found it was locked. I was slow to remember that I had the kids lock up while I ventured out to find the damsel in distress. Fumbling through my pockets trying to find the extra set of keys, I kept looking over my shoulder for the last Unlucky that was still scurrying around.
Finally getting the key into the door, I flung it open and found myself staring down the barrel of a revolver. The only thing I could do was yell out to my son not to blow my head off. Even though I had been startled, I was secretly pleased to find that my son had the balls needed to confront these things, if required to. Realizing who I was, he lowered the revolver and I pushed the lady inside the SUV and slammed the door, then ran round to the other side and jumped in.
I tried to turn the engine over, but it wouldn't start! On the third try, I was interrupted by screams of the others in the vehicle. I looked up from the ignition to see the last Unlucky climbing up onto the hood and it then began to smash its fist against the windshield.
Still trying to start the SUV, the motor finally turned over, so I threw the transmission into drive and took off, causing the Unlucky to be thrown forward, slamming its head violently against the windshield. It lay there, momentarily stunned, until the demon's eyes opened and it looked straight at me as dark, tarry blood slid down his face.
The creature hissed, then began pounding against the glass, again. I quickly hit the breaks and put it in reverse causing the Unlucky to be thrown from the hood, to the road. It lay there on the asphalt without moving a muscle, but I waited, expecting it would get back up.
And indeed it did. Once the Unlucky got unsteadily to its feet, I punched the accelerator, quickly closed the distance until we hit the devil head on and it became impaled on the spear I had placed underneath the bumper. You could hear the Unlucky bellow out in agony as the wooden spike penetrated it's lower abdomen.
I slammed on the breaks once more to try and force the Unlucky off the spear, but the exact opposite happened-- he was pushed forward and his chest met the grill. Despite being impaled, the creature still attempted to climb on to the SUV, but, all it could do was to scratch its lengthy nails against the top of the hood.
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