Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4-7 2019 | Page 128

here, and we both knew it. It was stronger, bigger, and faster than me, and all I had on my side right now was a knife
and a bomb I couldn’t use yet.
But somehow, out of pure luck, I found a change in texture from slimy and smooth to dry and hard.
I lifted up my knife and stabbed as hard as I could until I felt like my wrist was about to break, but I kept going. My
lungs were about to burst, I couldn’t see anything, and the snake was screaming so loud I thought my ears were
bleeding, but I didn’t care.
After what felt like ages, I felt the cut split open. I fumbled with the switch on the cube and threw it in, leaving
the knife and swimming away instead. I swam up to the surface as fast as I could and got as far away as I could to
watch the cube kill the monster.
The snake gave one last feral scream before slamming into the water and turning over. The knife I had stuck in its
throat glinted in the sunset and blinded those who stood in the wrong position. The snake shook violently and split
open. We all watched as blood and guts all pure black seeped out and poured out into the ocean below. The snake’s
body slowly vaporized and all that was left in the water was my knife and the small white cube, which looked
completely untouched. I swam towards the now black water cautiously, in case the snake was still alive.
I managed to make it to the cube and knife and people started cheering so loud it was almost deafening. I grabbed
the cube and knife and turned to see everyone jumping around with huge smiles on their faces. I caught Brendan’s
eye, who quickly realised that I needed to go.
He smiled at me sadly and waved goodbye. I waved back at him, just in time for the white light to flash.
I opened my eyes, and I was in my apartment. I was still wearing the robe I stole, and I was still dripping wet.
I smiled to myself. I had saved another group of people, and I’d survived a giant sea mon