Surrender To Us, Our Luna (One Luna, Four Alphas) novel Chapter 411

Chapter 411: 411-Not All Clowns Are Scary

Clementine:

We began to run as if our lives depended on it, which they did. It was almost hysterical because a few minutes ago we were talking about getting married and looking at a wedding venue.

Now we were running toward the only place we could find, which was the theater. The monster behind us, the hollow man, had picked up his speed.

"Why is he running so fast?" I complained to Ian, holding his hand tightly.

My fingers wrapped around his, letting him know I did not want to be left behind.

I could outrun almost anything, but we had just been through a rough session and I was sore.

"He has seen us too many times. The more he gets his eyes on his victims, the more power he gets to chase after them. The next time he sees us, you better believe he is getting us," Ian commented.

I snapped my head back and saw the monster’s hand come close to our backs. I yelped and jumped a few steps ahead.

"Are you sure it will be next time?" I asked, and then I felt his hand pull me toward the theater. It seemed like the only place we could go for now.

"Oh no, not there," I complained, but there was no other choice.

The monster swung its arm hard and reached for my back. If Ian had been one second late pulling me toward the entrance, I would have been caught.

We both landed on the floor of the theater as the doors slid closed.

The monster vibrated, and I noticed the windows shudder with the noise. It was furious. It stretched back, but I could still see it standing outside.

"Okay, I do not like when monsters forget what their limitations are," I commented, and then I dreaded turning around. "Oh no, Ian, these things. I hate them so much."

As I began to turn so I would not give the clowns my back, I felt a hand wrap around my eyes.

"Ian, what are you doing?" I asked, panic building inside me. His whisper came from behind me, close to my ear.

"Do not look at them directly. That is how you make them target you," he whispered.

My body went numb for a few seconds.

"Tell me more," I insisted.

He knelt behind me, his fingers keeping my eyes covered.

"The clowns are watchers. They start chasing when we are not looking. They only begin their actions when you make direct eye contact with them," he stated, then gently removed his hand from my eyes.

"Make sure you look down," he whispered.

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