Literature
Gregory's Angel Chapter 5
The huge truck came bustling behind us, it's spotlights beaming directly on Rudolph. I felt his grip slacken on my hand, and I panicked.
"Rudolph! Hang in there!" I yelled, holding his hand as if my life depended on it. Which, it did.
My eyes searched the slowing ground for any rock or hard thing. Even though we were still flying, Rudolph was losing height. I bent down and scooped up a rough rock, and threw it at the truck.
God. I knew I shoud've worked on my aim. I meant to hit one of the lights, but the rock flew through the window, crashing it. Well, the driver did stop. Not exactly my plan, but it worked.
Rudolph suddenly dro