The blonde went down. The creature apporached her as those were still there watched on in horror at its presence. Polly quickly took out one of her guns and went to shot it, aiming for the leg, but the creature grabbed her by the neck and lifted her up in the air. Polly held onto its arm as best she could. The grip it had was strong and she could feel the light slowly beginning to fade. She had to do something. With the strength she still had, she used it to flip her onto the creature’s arm. The hold was a little less tight and she was able to slightly pull the arm away.

  Thinking fast, she bit its hand. This caused it to release her. On the ground, she took out her other gun and aimed. She manages to successfully shot in the leg this time. The creature went down on it’s one good foot.

  Polly ran at it and kicked it in the face, sending it back. She put a foot on top of it and aimed her gun at it. She held her neck a bit with her free had as she looked down at it.

  “I’m going to ask again,” Polly said. “Why-“

  A shot was fired right at the creature’s forehead before she could finish. The light in its eyes was soon gone as it became unresponsive.

  The creature was dead.

  Polly looked to see where fhe shot came from. And soon enough she had her answer. Malcolm was still holding the gun after shooting the creature.

  He gave Polly a smug smirk. “What took you so long, “hero”? You should of did that thing in right when you got it on the ground. What’s the deal?”

  Henry ran past Malcolm. “Polly!” He made it over to his friend and put a hand on her shoulder. “Are you alright?”

  Polly brought her hand down from her neck and smiled at Henry. “Yeah, I’m okay.” She looked down at the creature. “I just wish I could’ve got some answers.”

  “Newsflash freak!” Matteo spoke up. “Monsters don’t talk! Well, accept you, of course. Good thing cousin Malcolm was here to take it out before it went loose again because you were stupid enough to try and reason with it.”

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  “You know, Matteo,” Henry turned to to Matteo with a look. “Before tonight, we didn’t think things like this existed either. So who’s to say they can’t talk? Maybe Polly was onto something.”

  “The only thing she was on to was getting more people killed,” Malcolm said, putting his gun away. “Imagine if that thing had gotten a hold of Daphne again. My cousin’s girlfriend could’ve ended up dead because of the freak.”

  “But she’s alive and well isn’t she Malcolm?” Henry responded with a sky. “You guys are hopeless.”

  Polly ran over to Filbert. “Filbert! Did you find-“

  “Dolly?” Filbert asked. He shook his head. “No, but I’m kind of worried.” He looked around, seeing no sign of the artist.

  “Polly!”

  Feeling instantly relieved, Polly was fast to turn to the direction Dolly’s voice came from. The other woman, ran and practically jumped into Polly as she hugged her. She took her mask off, but made sure no one else could see her.

  “Polly!” Dolly cried. “I’m so sorry! You must’ve been so worried!”

  “I was…” Polly said.

  “I-I just saw those bodies and I wanted to find you as quick as possible! I’m not sure how long I was in the bathroom but I thought something had happened to you…”

  “I was worried the same way about you,” Polly said, hugging Dolly back. Seeing that her friend was okay made the blonde feel great. “You don’t think I’m mad at you do you?”

  “N-No,” Dolly wiped the tears away from her eyes. “I guess I wouldn’t blame you if you were. I did kind of just disappear.”

  Polly shook her head. “It’s okay if you were scared. You wanted to make sure me and the others were safe after seeing something horrible. How could I be mad at that?”

  Dolly looked down. “But how am I supposed to help you make the town better if I’m just running off like that?”

  “It sounds to be you didn’t run off because you were scared really,” Polly said, putting a hand on her shoulder. “It sounds like you were just trying to make sure your friends were okay but just couldn’t find them but you didn’t let that stop you, and you kept looking. That’s a hero, Dolly. A hero… and a friend. I’m so glad I can call you both.”

  Dolly looked at Filbert, Ernest, and Gianna. All of them nodded in agreement with smiles on their faces. A soft smile came to the artist’s face and she hugged Polly again.

  ——

  “I sure hope Dolly will be okay,” Filbert said as he entered he and Polly’s house after they had parted with the artist and the couple. “She was sure torn up.”

  After getting the face part of her costume off, Polly smiled and responded, “She’s fine. She wasn’t really torn up, just happy to see we were safe, so she had to let the tears out. I almost cried myself when I saw she was safe.”

  “You guys really have become pretty close huh?” Filbert asked.

  “Yeah,” Polly thought about it as smiled to herself. “We really have.”

  ——

  Later that night, Dolly looked upon her latest paintings. One that was truly beautiful and captured the essence of the creature that helped her take care of the trash.

  “You may not have been around for long,” Dolly said, “But I’d like to thank you for tonight. You did a really good job.”

  She then looked at her sketchpad and frowned a bit. She looked up at the painting again. “Your death won’t be in vain. You’ve given me a wonderful idea.”

  She looked down at the sketch again, which was a quick one of Malcolm.”