Fiction: Group 2
Suddenly, the monster came back to life. This time Tom ran to its side and cut its head right off. It died
again.
“Don’t say that word again,” said Tom.
We continued to keep finding the bombs in the buildings. It took us about two weeks to find all ten bombs
in it. Every time we found a bomb, a monster came out as if it was trying to protect the bomb, but each
time, we killed it successfully. The more we fought, the more our fighting skills improved.
Next, my dagger told me to go to IFC and find the bombs. We found nine bombs in IFC, and now only
one hour was left. It then read, “Building: IFC, Floor: 15”. It was again pretty easy to find, but fighting the
monster became a lot harder. This monster was bigger, and stronger. We couldn’t kill it by shooting nor
slashing. Somehow, when our blades touched it, a bright light shone. When it was gone, our sword and
dagger combined. Together, we struck the monster, and it fell on its knee and died, turning into golden dust
one last time.
“Yeah, we did it!’’ I said. We high fived and hugged each other.
“Well done, you two,” said a familiar voice.
“ Is it you, Sebavary?” Tom asked.
“Yes it is me, I mean no……. well yes it is me, but Sebavary is just my fake name, I am superman, your
father”.
