Just Jeremiah

"Just you wait," the monster hissed at him. Cold, slit snake eyes, were sunk deep in the leathery skin of the creature. They followed carefully the movements of the 7 year old boy with "yellow hair".

"Just you wait, man-child, I'll be back. next time I won't be so easy to defeat."

Jeremiah glared at the creature in front of him. He was soaked in sweat and covered in dirt after the epic battle they'd just had. In one hand he held a stick that had served him well as a sword to fend off the darkness.

"I'll be ready for you," he assured the monster.

With a last hiss the evil creature disappeared in a cloud of smoke. Jeremiah having just saved the world, wiped a trickle of blood from his mouth. Pride in every step, he strode over to his older brother Jamie's clubhouse and knocked on the door.

A head peaked up and looked through the window.

"Anyone important?" one of the boys huddled around a stack of magazines asked.

"Hell no," answered Jamie and sat back down, ignoring his brother, "It's just Jeremiah.