Night Owls: Part II

*Jerry looks at the creature. It had wide, leathery wings and skeletal bones in the sickly skin. A shroud of darkness surrounded it, and an aura of pure evil rolled off of it. Jerry shook his head.* "No, I've never seen a thing like this."

Vespera, the woman, just stares at the creature, little shaky. There is fear within her. She looks at Jerry. "Who are you?" Her voice is stern despite her fear, almost like she is commanding an answer.

Jerry glanced over at her. "I'm J," he said, "now duck!" He didn't wait to see if she followed the instruction, for at that moment the creature became fully flesh-and blood and lunged at him, claws extending, mouth gaping. It was into that mouth that Jerry's knife vanished.

The creature simply ate the knife and licked its lips, enjoying the meal as she and Jerry both ran to get away from it. "Those things eat knives?" he asked. The lady shook her head. "No, they don't. That one is strange. It's going to die." As if on cue, the creature dropped dead.

Jerry exclaims, “The beast just died? That’s it? No struggle? This will make for bad television.” Elaine starts laughing, “Be grateful you’re alive! Are you really complaining?” “Of course!” Jerry exclaims, “I don’t make a living by living, I need a compelling story!”