As part of the Scream Street blog tour to mark the end of the series and final book Flame of the Dragon (sob!), author Tommy Donbavand has written an exclusive short story that will be shared out between 13 blogs over 13 days. You can read the first part on Tommy's blog by clicking here, and the third part will be available at Mr Ripley's Enchanted Books tomorrow.
Here's chapter 2 for you all - enjoy!
Resus peered down the barrel of a very realistic sniper rifle as it protruded from the pages of Luke’s computer games magazine. “Identify yourself!” barked the paper soldier. “Name, rank and number!”
“This isn’t good,” Resus croaked.
Beside him, Luke continued beating at the zombies’ arms which reached out of his TV set, grasping for flesh. “Brains! BRAINS!”
“Cleo!” he yelled. “Get out of here while you still can!” What appeared to be a foot was beginning to stretch out of her notebook.
The mummy stood up and sighed. “You two are hopeless,” she said. Calmly putting her notebook and its emerging foot aside, she produced a magic wand from her bandages and waved it, muttering a spell under her breath. The yellow star at the end of the wand flashed. Instantly the US soldier and his rifle sank back into the glossy paper of the magazine, the zombies retreated into their game and the foot vanished.
The boys slumped onto the bed, struggling to catch their breath.
“That was you?” gasped Resus. “You made those things attack us?”
“I didn’t make them attack you,” said Cleo. “They were just doing what came naturally. If you weren’t both obsessed with violent games, you’d have been perfectly safe.”
“You can’t blame this on us!” snapped Luke. “What is that thing?” He reached for the magic wand.
Cleo quickly pushed the wand out of sight. “It’s ... for my project.”
Luke shook his head and started to pick up the broken pieces of lamp. “I might have known.”
“Hang on,” said Resus. “What project?”
Cleo sat down in the armchair again and opened her notebook. “Nothing to do with you.”
“Oh, so now you’re keeping secrets as well as trying to kill us?”
“I didn’t try to kill you!” Cleo insisted.
“All right,” said Resus. “Maybe you didn’t, but you conjured up some monsters to do it for you!”
“They weren’t monsters,” said Cleo. “They were characters.” She picked up her pen and started to write again.
“Don’t ignore me!” cried Resus, snatching the notebook from the mummy’s hands.
Cleo jumped up and grabbed the notebook, pulling it towards her. “Give that back!”
“Guys, stop it,” said Luke.
Resus ignored him and continued to glare at Cleo. “Why should I give it back?” he growled, pulling the book back towards himself.
“Because it’s private!” snarled Cleo, pulling the notebook in her direction.
“Listen to me!” Luke said firmly.
Resus tugged at the book again. “So, you are keeping secrets from us.”
“No!” shouted Cleo. “It’s just got nothing to do with you.”
“What’s so special about it?” yelled Resus. “Is it details of your next plan to try and bump us both off?”
“Of course not!” hissed Cleo through gritted teeth. “Don’t be an idiot!”
“Stop it!” shouted Luke. “Cleo, just tell him what you’re doing.”
“All right,” said Cleo. “If it will stop him acting like a baby.” She fixed Resus with a furious stare. “I’m writing a novel.”~