Last Hero
Chapter 06: Weaknesses and Advantages

THE STORM CLOUDS TWISTED INTO mini HURRICANES. The wind**snake snaking towards the tittian like jellyfish monster tentacles.

The children screamed and ran into the museum. The wind robs them of their notebooks, jackets, hats, and backpacks. Jason slid across the slippery tiling floor.

Leo lost his balance and nearly fell off the fence, but Jason grabbed his jacket and pulled it back.

“Still, Man!” shouted Leo.

“Come, come, come!” said Coach Hedge Sir.

Piper and Dylan held the door open, leading the other children inside. Piper's snowboarding jacket flapped wildly, her dark hair falling apart covering her face. Jason suspected Piper was cold, but the gads looked calm and confident— told the others that everything would be fine, encouraging them to keep moving.

Jason, Leo, and Coach Hedge Sir ran towards them, but it felt like running on the sand of smoke. The wind seemed to be blocking them, pushing them backwards.

Dylan and Piper pushed another child inside, then lost their grip on the door. The door slammed shut, trapping them to the pedestal.

Piper tugging on the doorknob. Inside, the children were pounding on the glass, but the door seemed to be stuck.

“Dylan, please!” shout Piper.

Dylan just stood there with a dumb grin, his Cowboy uniform surging in the wind, as if he had suddenly savored the storm.

“Sorry, Piper,” says Dylan. “To here only I help.”

Dylan jerked his wrist, and Piper flew backwards, slamming the door and sliding down the pier.

“Pak Coach,” says Jason. “Release me!”

“Jason, Leo, stay behind me,” orders the Coach. “This fight. I should have known that was our monster.”

“What?” sue Leo. A stray worksheet slapped him in the face, but Leo pulled the paper with his palm. “Monster what?”

The coach's hat was blown, and on top of his curly hair were two lumps—like protrusions that cartoon characters got when their heads hit. Coach Hedge sir raised his baseball bat—but that thing is no longer a regular stick. Somehow the stick has turned into a rough club from the branches of trees that still have twigs and leaves.

Dylan gave a gleeful psychopathic smile. “Oh, come on, Coach Sir. Let the boy attack me! Anyway, you're too old for this. Isn't that why they retired you to this stupid school? I've been on your team all season, and you don't even know. You've lost your meticulousness, Grandpa.”

The trainer let out an angry voice that resembled an animal's embrace. “That's enough, Lembek Boy. You'll be conquered.”

“You think you can protect three blasters at once, Old Man?” laughter Dylan. “Good luck.”

Dylan pointed at Leo, and the wind**pick appeared around him. Leo flew to the titian like he was thrown. Somehow, Leo managed to bend the body in the air, and hit the canyon wall sideways. He glided, clawing all out to find a grip. Finally he gripped the narrow body of water about fifteen meters below the pedestal and hung there with his fingertips.

“Please!” Leo shouted to Jason and Coach Hedge. “Please throw the rope! Bungee rope! Anything!”

Coach Hedge's sir swore and threw his pitcher at Jason. “I don't know who you are, boy, but I hope you're a whiz. Busy the creature”—dia thumbs up to Dylan—“as I saved Leo.”

“Saving him how?” sue Jason. “Father want to fly?”

“Not fly. Climb.” Hedge kicked his shoe loose, and Jason almost had a coronary heart attack. The coach has no human feet. He has dag—kuku bisik kambing.