Monster Hunters ch.9
By Quinn Ireland
As Ben, Johnny and Kepler made their way up the steep, rickety bridge to the series of tree-homes, Ben got this at home, a safe sort of feeling. It was hard to believe that after one day, he had really settled into this place.
This school…
This home…
Each solid wood door had a number. There seemed to be at least one hundred doors. On door number eight, Kepler drew out a key from her coat pocket. She slid the key into the lock, turned it, and pushed the door open and walked inside. Ben and Johnny followed. “Pretty nice, am I right?” said Johnny with a huge grin plastered on his face. Ben couldn’t agree more. All of the walls were made of the tree. On those walls hung pictures of waterfalls, rivers, and creeks. Three single beds sat half a dozen feet from each other, Ben’s unused bed was made, whereas Johnny and Kepler’s were in a very messy state. Ben knew Johnny too well, as well as Johnny’s own bedroom. It remained messy and dirty after all sleepovers. His Mom would always bug him about it, but nothing would ever change. Hungry?” asked Johnny holding out an apple. “You bet I am!” Replied Ben. He had not eaten since his bowl of cereal in the morning, seven AM to be precise. After a second apple, three bananas, and five oranges, Ben’s stomach seemed satisfied. He proceeded to brush his teeth, get into PJ’s (that had the Monster school logo), and say goodnight to Johnny and Kepler. He then climbed into bed and immediately felt tiredness set in. He almost couldn’t make sense of that day so far, it had felt good, and it had felt bad. But it also felt like a blur. A blur of information. Some good. Some bad.
But for now, he let sleep take him.
As if sleep was a prison guard, and he was a prisoner.
But the guard was welcoming, making Ben feel like he wanted to be taken to this prison.
And he would not remember being taken to this prison.
But what he would know was that the prison had a warm, cozy feeling.
Unlike the cold, lonely feeling of a typical prison.
“This is sleep,” Ben thought, “A kind, welcoming prison guard.”
Ben let himself drift off to the sleep prison.
Lock him up for the night…
For the night…
The night…
