May 15, 2017- I felt like I was going to be sick to my stomach. Hugo just wasn’t any enemy; he was the most hated and most feared adversary that Simba and I had ever encountered.
Hugo was right up there with the tall, thin woman, Edgardo, and Vacuum (pronounced VA KOOM) when it came to listing our biggest fears. Well, I should mention that I am not afraid of Vacuum, Simba is. But I will readily admit that I am afraid of the other things.
We reached the top of the platform, and the elevator doors opened. We stepped out into the light and Simba gave us the signal. Dog and I would go around to the backyard and Simba would go around the front. This was a horrible plan in my opinion because the only thing Hugo hated more than us, was being cornered.
I was on high alert. My heart was racing, and my head was pounding, and I could hear the blood rush through my ears. I looked at Dog. He had no idea what we were in for if we lost this battle. We would have to ensure that this take-over went according to plan or we would pay for it dearly, possibly even with our lives.
I scanned the yard and motioned Dog to go to the West corner of the backyard while I took the East. I was thankful that he understood hand signals and I would have to ask him how he got wrapped up in this kind of life.
“SNAP.” I heard the breaking of a branch behind me and my breath caught in my throat. I slowly turned around and prayed that it was nothing. The reflection of the moon dripped over the image that enveloped me in its shadow; It was Hugo, and all I could see were his glistening white fangs.