The big Hellion loomed over my head. I weakly slashed at it with my pocketknife, cutting the air uselessly. The Hellion swatted my arm away and picked me up by my throat. I slashed again, nicking its shoulder. It didn’t even flinch, dangling me almost a foot off the ground. Somewhere Abby was crying, yelling my name. But I couldn’t see her.
My eyes were fixed on the bloodstained needle pointed at my throat. One stab would do irreparable damage to me. If it didn’t drain me right here, I would bleed out in seconds. Unless I did something– and fast.
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