The Hanging Hill

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Grimes ruffled and furled his cape. “Hear me, my loyal and obedient followers! Behold the boy and girl, pure and true!”

He was pointing at Meghan and Derek.

“Meghan?”

“Don’t worry, Derek.”

“What? Don’t worry? They want to kill us.”

“Help is on the way.”

“Who? They locked up our mothers. Nobody else is in the theater!”

“Zack is.”

Derek moaned. “We’re dead.”

“Silence, boy!” snapped Grimes. Then he turned to face the statue. “Mighty Moloch, we offer unto you, these two children, pure and true!”

Meghan felt the gun in her back again. “Get ready, kid,” sneered the thug. “You’re almost on.”

“Hear me, voracious creator!” Grimes bellowed. “Accept the purest flesh, the sweetest blood! For these two moon children are now ready to depart this earth!”

Oh, no I’m not, thought Meghan.