Page 177 of Demons Dig Donuts

Indy raised the staff. “Good luck, cunt.”

Mr. Mitternacht stepped forward…

At least, he tried to.

Nyp’s body landed right on top of him, having been dropped from high in the sky, sending them both to the ground in a tangled heap with a sickeningly wet crunch.

Dill’s pained cry drew Indy’s attention back to where he was fighting Murray, and Indy’s heart dropped to his stomach as he watched Dill stumble to the ground. Dill was technically dead, but Indy had no idea if that meant he could be hurt—killed? Could a ghost be killed again? What the fuck?

Indy also didn’t know if Nyp and Mr. Mitternacht were alive or dead, but he had to hope Mr. Heiss had them handled. He took off to the fire burning away in the trees, shouting, “Aodnait! Hey! Kinda need you to come save your boyfriend! And then the rest of us! Please!”

Aodnait morphed out of the flames, her fiery body crackling wildly as she surged over to Murray and Dill without hesitation. She grew with every step until she was bigger than both of them, and she slammed into Murray and sent them all tumbling into the parking lot.

Cars crunched and several alarms blared as the three giant monsters dueled together. Aodnait hit Murray with her flaming fists while Dill beat him in the head with a truck. Murray whipped his tail and sent Dill sprawling again, and then he flapped his wings, creating wild winds that smothered and nearly put out Aodnait’s flames.

Indy was so busy watching he didn’t hear the footsteps behind him until clawed hands snatched him up. “Shit!”

“You’re dead!” Mr. Mitternacht shook Indy violently and screamed right in his face. He was bloody but very much alive.

So much for Mr. Heiss having this handled.

“All of you!” Mr. Mitternacht raged on. “I am going to murder every last one of you—”

Indy snapped his nail and slammed the salt in Mr. Mitternacht’s eyes. “Get fucked!”

Mr. Mitternacht howled, backhanding Indy with enough force to send him soaring into the air.

Indy wailed as he hit something hard—the side of a van—and glass shattered all around him and his world exploded in pain as his left forearm snapped. He hit the ground with an agonized groan, eyes burning as he stared at the unnatural angle his arm now dangled at.

Ow.

Something warm and wet ran down his face, obscuring his vision. Blood—probably cut up from the glass, but he couldn’t focus on much else except the pain in his arm. He was able to find the staff and get to his feet, grunting miserably, and he tried to scan the sky for any sign of Mr. Heiss.

Nothing.

Fabulous.

He heard a horn honking, whipping his head around to stare down a big black truck racing toward him. His stomach dropped and he prepared to run, as this was the only vehicle coming toward the crazy battle with a dragon and not running away from it. He half expected to get run over.

The truck stopped and Seymour came charging out of the back, Day on his shoulder.

“Seymour!” Indy staggered toward him. “Hey!”

“Hey! I got ya’, buddy.” Seymour ran over to intercept him and guide him back to the truck. “Come right over here, we got ya’.”

Day meowed worriedly, and she placed a paw on Indy’s shoulder.

Lou and Neil came out of the truck next, and Lou was already stripping to transform into a magnificent black werewolf. Neil had—for some damn reason—a Rolodex in his hands.

“We saw the news!” Neil said worriedly. “We’ve been trying to call—”

“Please,” Indy pleaded, shaking his head. “Go… help? Help them. I don’t know where Mr. Heiss is or, or fucking anybody! They were trying to get all the people out of here! Please.”

“We’re on it.” Seymour nudged Day. “Hungry, lil’ girl? Wanna try a dragon?”

“Meow.” Day grinned and rubbed her stomach. “Meow? Meow meow.”

Seymour smooched Day’s cheek. “Yeah, we seem to be fresh outta golf clubs, but I think I can figure somethin’ out.”