[ There's no time to process what turns the corner. Peter thinks he screams, or maybe it's in his head. Everything in him seems to shut down, to freeze.
The thing has horrible eyes, teeth. Monster.
Thank god for Will's quick thinking. Peter finds himself stumbling to the side and out of the way by the push, thrown off-guard by it, eyes impossibly wide and breath frozen as that screech scrapes through his senses.
There's a hand at his, tugging. It's the younger boy, telling him to move. Once again, Peter follows his direction without a second thought, getting to his feet, running. His sneakers pound the earth, his free hand clawing at hedges, trying to move harder, faster.
He might be pulling Will too fast. He doesn't mean to, he's in panic mode. ]
Fuck--- fuck-- We have to fucking get out of here!
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The thing has horrible eyes, teeth. Monster.
Thank god for Will's quick thinking. Peter finds himself stumbling to the side and out of the way by the push, thrown off-guard by it, eyes impossibly wide and breath frozen as that screech scrapes through his senses.
There's a hand at his, tugging. It's the younger boy, telling him to move. Once again, Peter follows his direction without a second thought, getting to his feet, running. His sneakers pound the earth, his free hand clawing at hedges, trying to move harder, faster.
He might be pulling Will too fast. He doesn't mean to, he's in panic mode. ]
Fuck--- fuck-- We have to fucking get out of here!