Sky-Struck (part three)

A slimy, mud-covered tentacle pierced through the woman’s chest and lifted her into the beasts gaping jaws.

Suddenly an insane blast of noise erupted from a giant siren, driving the Octolion away.  Mark held his ears as Suzy took cover behind the great wooden wheel beside a small, mysterious and multicoloured egg.

Mark couldn’t take the madness anymore; he sprinted to his “bed” and came out with an oil canister then immediately shoved it into the fuel tank.

Ms snappish hopped aboard with hatred in her eyes.

But before she could say any thing a large crack noise came from the egg.

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