Donbavand - Hunger of the Yeti

Mr. and Mrs. Watson were terrified when their son, Luke, first transformed into a werewolf. But that was nothing compared to their terror at being forcibly moved to Scream Street and discovering there was no going back.

Determined to take his parents home, Luke enlisted the help of his new friends, Resus Negative, a wannabe vampire, and Cleo Farr, an Egyptian mummy, to find six relics left behind by the communitys founding fathers. Only by collecting these magical artifacts would he be able to open a doorway back to his own world.

Just as Luke and his friends finally succeeded in their quest, Mr. and Mrs. Watson realized how happy Luke had become in his new home and decided to stay on in Scream Street. But the newly opened doorway was becoming a problem Sir Otto Sneer, Scream Streets wicked landlord, was charging normals from Lukes world to visit what he called the worlds greatest freak show.

To protect Scream Street, Luke, Resus, and Cleo must try to close the doorway by returning the relics to their original owners and a zombies tongue is next on the list....

The vampires cape whipped out behind him in the wind, flashes of the electric-blue lining standing out against the stark gray mountainside. Gritting his fangs against the cold wind, he marched on, his shiny leather shoes sending a mini avalanche of rocks and pebbles cascading down the slope below. Then and not for the first time that morning a snowball exploded against the back of his head.

You know, thats getting very boring very quickly, Resus Negative moaned to his giggling friends. Plus, Im cold enough without the extra snow down my neck, thank you very much!

Its your own fault that youre cold. Luke Watson grinned. Youre not dressed for this kind of weather. I did offer to lend you my spare hiking boots....

Resus gestured to his crisp, clean shirt and dress-suit pants. You honestly think Im going to wear boots with this? he asked. Id look stupid!

You look stupid now and freezing, replied Luke, pushing his hands deep into the pockets of his heavy winter coat.

And you dont know what youre missing, added Cleo Farr as she bounded past in the extra hiking boots. This stuff is so comfortable! The young mummy was wearing a woolen hat, a thick sweater, and a pair of Lukes moms jeans.

Resus pulled his cloak around him and shivered. Theres no need to rub it in, he grumbled. How was I supposed to know Tibet would be so cold?

There must be something in your cape that could keep you warm without making you look like an idiot, Cleo insisted. Resus plunged his hand into his cloak and produced a pair of knitted baby booties and a Santa hat.

Then again, maybe not...

It cant be far now, said Luke, studying a crude map scribbled on the back of an envelope. The old woman in the village said Veins cave was just up here.

Thats another thing, snapped Resus, putting the hat and booties away again. Whats a zombie doing living at the top of a mountain? Its not natural.

The villagers say hes their local soothsayer, explained Cleo.

Sooth-what?

Soothsayer, repeated Luke. Someone who can predict the future.

Ridiculous, scoffed Resus.

Its not ridiculous, Cleo retorted. Back in Egypt, we had soothsayers who predicted everything from how well the next years crops would grow to who would be buried alongside the pharaoh in his tomb.

Sounds fishy to me, Resus said. And even if Vein can see the future, how does he manage to tell people whats going to happen to them? Hes got no tongue!

Luke smiled. He had to admit, Resus did have a point. Vein was one of Scream Streets founding fathers, and hed given the trio his tongue a powerful relic so that Luke could open a doorway out of the community and take his parents back to their own world. At the time, the zombie had been the lead singer of the popular flesh-metal band Brain Drain. The latest news was that the band had split up and Vein had hidden himself away here in Tibet.

Im sure hell explain everything after we return his tongue, Luke said, running his fingers over the box in his pocket containing the lump of flesh.

But we cant give it back until we find him, Cleo reminded them. And standing here chatting isnt going to help us do that. Come on! She strode confidently ahead, gripping the larger rocks to pull herself up the bleak hillside.

Luke laughed. Shes eager, he said.

Shes annoying, retorted Resus.

I dont think shes been anywhere quite like this before, said Luke. After spending most of her life trapped inside a pyramid, somewhere like this must be a bit of an advent

HELP!

The cry pierced the cold air, echoing off the neighboring mountain. Luke and Resus looked up ahead to where the sound had come from. Cleo had vanished from sight.

Whats she gone and done now? huffed Resus, beginning to set off at a run.

She didnt listen, thats what! replied Luke, catching him up. Mr. Chillchase warned us to stay together.

Since when did she ever listen to warnings? Or advice? Or anything, really?

Reaching the spot where they had last seen their friend, Luke and Resus paused to catch their breath and look around. They were standing in the middle of what appeared to be a circle of large stones. Dead leaves and clumps of gray fur whirled around their feet in the chill breeze.

Look! hissed Luke. Footprints in the snow trailed across the circle, and draped over one of the rocks was Cleos scarf.

Resus dashed across the circle to retrieve it but tripped and crashed to the ground. Luke hurried to where his friend had fallen and stared in horror.

Bigfoot!

Resus pulled himself up onto his knees. OK, so weve established that my shoes arent the best for mountain climbing, but I wouldnt say they were particularly large.

I dont mean you! said Luke. Look at what you tripped over.

The vampire shuffled backward on his knees and examined the large indentation in the snow. Thats... Thats a footprint! He gasped. But its massive! I know your spare boots were a bit big for Cleo, but thats ridiculous.

Cleo didnt make that footprint, said Luke. That was made by a yeti.

Yeti?

Luke nodded. Yeti, Bigfoot, the Abominable Snowman whatever you want to call them. Theyre supposed to live here in Tibet.

But yetis arent real, said Resus, standing up again. Theyre made-up, mythical creatures.