Mrs. Pickles
screamed like a little girl was startled by the absence of bullets in his gun. He had forgotten to reload! And he hadn't unpacked his other bullets yet! He slammed the door shut and locked it. He ran to the box and threw it open. The box only dispensed an item every hour, so he hoped this would be useful. He flung it open and got... a sweater.
The chimera slammed against the door and the door flew off its hinges. Mrs. Pickles discarded the box and promptly threw the sweater at the monster. The chimera was temporarily blinded by the sweater, buying Mrs. Pickles a few extra seconds. He ran to the kitchen to see if there was anything he could use. He opened the drawers, but they were mostly empty. Since there was no electricity in this small house, there was no need for a fridge or any other appliances. As a result the kitchen received little use and was bare of everything except for butter knives, spoons, and forks.
Mrs. Pickles was running out of time- the chimera had just torn the sweater to shreds. He threw the utensils at the monster, but they simply annoyed the beast. The chimera swiped at Mrs. Pickles' leg with its claw, but Mrs. Pickles yelped and dodged just in time. He promptly pulled the entire drawer out of the counter and bashed the chimera over the head with it. The drawer snapped in half, but the chimera was only dazed.
Mrs. Pickles discarded the remainder of the drawer and ran again, with the monster hot on his heels. He quickly grasped his cell phone to dial the HA. If he couldn't stop this monster, at least he could get help from someone who could.
"Hello, this is the HA hot-line. If you're calling in regards to the monster in City K, press one. If you're calling in regards to the monster in City T, press two. In the case of a robbery, press three. In the case of a murder, press four. In the case of a non-life threatening emergency, press five. In the case of complaint about a hero, press six. In the case of a suspected monster attack, press seven. In the-"
"Seven, seven!" shouted Mrs. Pickles as he ran through the house. He skidded around the corner, and the chimera almost fell over, recovered, and then continued his pursuit. "Please hold while we get you in touch with an operator. In the meantime, please enjoy
the music."
Mrs. Pickles cursed under his breath, placed his cell phone in his pocket, and ran into the bedroom. His house was only one story, so he didn't have too many options. He knew that the Chimera would catch up to him out in the open. He slammed the door shut, but the chimera immediately burst through it, not even phased by the effort of breaking the door down. Mrs. Pickles took the gun and slammed the butt of it into the monster's face. Now it was
really mad. It brought it's claws forward and grabbed Mrs. Pickles torso and flung him into a dresser, the newest object in the house. Mrs. Pickles grunted and pulled himself up from the splintered remains of the dresser. He was trapped...
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The house's fuse box hadn't worked well in ages, and the previous owner of the home (an ex-criminal) had pushed the dresser in front of the fuse box and remade the storage room it had been placed in into a more livable room for a poor and desperate man. However, once Mrs. Pickles slammed into the fuse box, it whirred to life.
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Mrs. Pickles didn't realize that the overhead light was on after two and a half years of being useless. He was a little distracted by the giant lion monster attacking him. He picked up a piece of the wood and charged towards the chimera.
The chimera normally would have counter-attacked, but it hadn't really expected Mrs. Pickles to attack him. So, a tad startled, it backed away from Mrs. Pickles. Then, realizing a sharp stick could only do so much, it charged.
Mrs. Pickles stabbed at the chimera, but the wood got caught in its mane. Howerver, Mrs. Pickles had taken advantage of the small amount of time provided by the chimera and when it sidestepped his stab to avoid injury, he was able to skirt around it and get to the bathroom. The bathroom was the most well organized of the rooms; Mrs. Pickles had taken a shower as soon as he had arrived, right before getting his rifle out and seeing the monster. The chimera burst through yet another door and cornered Mrs. Pickles yet again... but now, Mrs. Pickles was completely ready.
Mrs. Pickles smirked and aimed the pistol directly at the chimera. "Nice knowing you, pal."
Mrs. Pickles pulled the trigger...
*Whooooooooosh!*
It was a hair dryer! Mrs. Pickles remembered suddenly. He had tried to use the hair dryer earlier, forgetting about the absence of power. Well now the hair dryer was functioning and the power was back... but that didn't matter... Mrs. Pickles was done for. Nothing could save him now. There was no elevator. No explosion. No crab to land on. Just him, a hair dryer, and a chimera.
The chimera growled and revealed its sharp teeth to Mrs. Pickles. Mrs. Pickles gulped...
Then Mrs. Pickles got his last good idea and did what any sane man would do in this situation. He mounted the chimera and wrapped the chord around its neck, screaming bloody murder. The chimera, surprised, tried to buck Mrs. Pickles off his back (Mrs. Pickles was hoping that it would accidentally stab itself in the back with its tail, but the chimera was smart enough to know that using his tail would be too dangerous). The bucking resulted in Mrs. Pickles painfully descending to the floor.
Time froze as the chimera lunged at Mrs. Pickles, sinking its teeth into his flesh. Mrs. Pickles cried out as the jaws closed around his arm. Then, right before the chimera pulled Clarence's arm out of his socket, the unthinkable happened.
When the chimera had been bucking around, his tail had turned on the shower, and then sent the shower head flailing. When the chimera dove towards Pickles to make the finishing blow, a stream of water connected with the hair dresser (which was still on) and the chord (which had been frayed on account of the tugging and was still wrapped tightly around the chimera's neck). This resulted in the chimera being painfully hit by several volts of electricity and opening is mouth to cry out in pain. Mrs. Pickles didn't stick around to see if it was lethal. He raced out of the room and brought the phone to his ear just as customer service picked up. "Hello, how can I help-"
"Monster... City Z..." Mrs. Pickles gasped explaining the situation (not the details, of course), unsure of whether or not the chimera was neutralized.
