Chapter 112
Savage
Some people think I’m not all that bright, and yet the brightest of all ideas came to me when I heard the chirpy chirps of the nimpins up on the academy wall. Stacey had collected an entire herd of them from when the animas left, and zookeeper Rick said they couldn’t take them away from the school.
Snakes don’t like nimpins.
And so here we are, with Mace’s truck wearing hundreds of serpents like a venomous warm jacket and tiny cotton balls of coloured fluff rising high into the air to defeat them.
“Good job!” I say to Stacey because I know she doesn’t hear that very often.
I can’t hear them because of Scythe’s protections, but the nimpins chirp in a big way and Eugene even tries to help with his own cock-a-doodle-doo, and the snakes start to have seizures.
They fall off the truck, some of them even shifting back into human form to tumble with dramatic thumps, clutching their ear holes.
That’s when Eugene gives me a vision: the driver inside the truck guns the engine and presses the pedal to the floor, and it speeds towards us, the shadow vortex moving along with it. Then five more helicopters arrive behind him with fresh reinforcements.