Magic+-+Gigantus

=The Gigantus = = =  The more he begged not to go, the less his parents thought of not sending him to Blue Light Camp. Walter wasn't normally a coward but the mysterious and ghostly stories he heard about this camp gave him the chills. He was already thirteen years old and he still couldn't get over ghost stories. Normal thirteen year-olds would sleep by themselves in their own bedroom with all the lights turned off. But Walter still shared a room with his younger brother, William, who was only nine years old. He felt safer that way. His parents decided that it was time for him to face his fears and learn how to survive in a camp for two months.

"Walter, I think it's time you start helping yourself and face your fears. We think that it's for the best. Your mother, William and I are going to spend two weeks in Japan and another six weeks in England while you're at camp, " his father informed him. Walter began packing his clothes and other things he would need in camp. His younger brother helped him stuff snacks into a duffel bag.

"Is it really necessary for you to send me to that camp?" Walter asked blankly.

His father frowned, "You've just asked two hours ago and I said that you would be a changed boy when you return. Thirteen year-old people aren't scared of ghost stories!"

Walter sighed. He couldn't argue with his father. No one ever dared. His father was very strict and hard-headed. After a while, he was finished packing and he lay on his bed reading the camp information catalogue. It only explained about the activities the people would do and excursions which were made. He wasn't scared of an adventure in the forest but it was the ghost stories which scared him. Time passed by quickly. Walter looked at the clock on his bedroom wall; a half an hour until the journey to camp. At last, the moment he had been waiting for arrived. Quickly, Walter gathered his bags and put on his shoes and made his way out of the house. William and his parents were in the car already. He opened the door and got in the backseat with his brother.

"Walter, we promise you that you will enjoy Camp Blue Light. You'll learn how to work as a team and fit in with other people!" his mother exclaimed.

His younger brother tried to cheer him up, "Come on, Walter, you'll have a good time. No hard feelings!" He silently ignored him.

During the trip, Walter only stared out of the car windows while William was admiring a pocket watch he had gotten for Christmas recently. There was nothing for him to do. If only he had a laptop, he'd be searching through the internet for interesting things. The car passed a 10-mile sign. //Time is running out//, Walter thought silently. Then they passed a 5-mile sign. //Oh no, the moment is near,// Walter desperately thought silently. And then the sign he had dreaded for days came into view, "CAMP BLUE LIGHT: THE PLACE FOR 13-YEAR OLDS. HIKING, GOLF, TENNIS, BASEBALL, SOCCER, FUN!" //And ghosts//. That was what he added silently in his mind.

As he got out of the car with his things, his mother called, "Be safe!" He hoped the camp was safe.

Once there, he quickly made friends with a boy named Dave. Dave was a bit taller than Walter and loved camping. All he could think of were the activities they were going to do in camp. Dave was also a bit older than Walter by a few weeks. "You'll get used to it," he told Walter when he heard that Walter didn't think he was going to like the camp much.

"I hope you're right," Walter said, "Do you believe that there are ghosts in this camp?" He expected Dave to laugh about it but his expression suddenly changed into a more serious type.

"Some people believe that there is a monster which lurks within the woods near this camp but no one has seen it in almost twenty years!" Dave explained. "They say that the monster is called The Gigantus. People describe it with blue skin, long horns sticking out of its head (about 6 feet long), 8 feet tall, yellow eyes like that of a gecko, huge and clawed hands the size of a football, and slimy yellow fluid dripping from it's mouth. Some believed 30 years ago, it came out hunting for humans to eat for food or suck out their spirits just for the sake of it."

Walter shuddered at the descriptions of the monster. He'd die before he'd even be eaten by the monster. "Do you believe in it?" he asked, shaking.

"I actually believe in it but it seems very odd. It used to come out often, thirty years ago, but then it just disappeared."

"What happened before it disappeared?" Walter asked hopefully.

Dave thought for a while, "My father told me that the campers found a blue flame and lit it on their bonfire. People believe that the blue flame was what scared the monster away. If the Gigantus ever came near the flame, it would instantly tum into blue dust. Blue flames are very rare, though. I remember that there are only three left in the world and I don't know where they are located."

Walter had no idea what the blue flame was but hoped that there was one near the camp. He just wanted to be prepared if the Gigantus ever came back. At lunch, he took some pork chops and french fries. He drank a glass of tea to wash it all down. After that, he went into his cabin. It was large enough to fit two people. There were two beds, a desk with a lamp, a small television, and two drinking glasses. Dave was his roommate, fortunately. All of a sudden, his roommate burst into the room, "Walter come quick! A camper's been found and she looks as if she's been attacked by something!"

Both of them hurried out oftheir cabin and made a beeline to the location of where the unfortunate camper was found. When he saw the badly attacked camper, Walter's stomach gave a lurch and he let out a sickening groan. "Walter, are you okay?" Dave asked.

"I guess so," Walter groaned. But he wasn't; the camper was badly bloodied and there were cuts and scratches all over her. Her arms and legs were covered with slimy and yellow gel, her lip was split, and blood was running down the side of her head.

"Oh my god!" the head of the camp exclaimed, "It's Stacy Karter! You just got here, didn't you?"

"I don't think this camp is safe anymore," Stacy moaned, "I was just going back to my cabin when I was snatched by something." She let out a cry of pain and clutched her arm. It was bleeding badly, as if it was stabbed by something sharper than a knife. The head of the camp quickly carried her to the camp's hospital. Walter felt a shiver. The descriptions of her wounds seemed so much like what the Gigantus was armed with; sharp-clawed hands and slimy gel.

Both he and Dave got back to their cabin. "I think the Gigantus is the cause!" Walter firmly said.

"The cause of what?" Dave asked curiously.

Walter banged his hand on the desk, "Don't you understand?! The Gigantus is back! He's in this camp! And he's going to kill us all!"

Dave thought it over, "You've got a point!" He quickly slung his backpack over his shoulder and quickly got out.

"Where are you going?" Walter asked curiously.

"We have to go on the forest adventure, remember? This is very important, Walter. It's a matter of life and death! I must look for that blue flame!" Dave boomed. He continued to search at random.

"Are you crazy?" Walter asked, "Those blue flames can be anywhere!" Though he wasn't quite sure if he was right. Before he could think again, the ground shook hard and he fell back. So did Dave. The ground shook again but harder. Walter tried to hold on to the rails of the stairs which led down from his cabin but he kept slipping. Dave struggled to get back on his feet but made no progress.

"What is that?!" Walter shouted, pointing to something blue emerging from out of the forest. It was the Gigantus. The monster had returned. Dave quickly crawled back to his cabin but couldn't help looking back every moment at the enormous monster. Its eyes tried to hypnotize him but in spite of his concentration to get back to the cabin, he did not get hypnotized for long and managed to crawl up the stairs to where Walter was. "He's back! The Gigantus is back!" Dave sputtered. But his voice was drowned out by the screaming campers who came out of their cabins.

"What is that?!" a girl shrieked.

"Good Lord!" blurted a boy.

"It's a monster!" the head of the camp screamed in horror.

A trail of yellow and sticky fluid was left behind the monster as it walked towards the petrified campers, its' yellow glare fixed on the head of the camp, Marty. Suddenly, a roar escaped its throat and it spit out more yellow fluid. Walter looked in horror as the Gigantus came closer to Marty. Marty tried to run but his legs were like jelly. His jaw was dropped as he stared into the treacherous yellow eyes of the monster. "Run, Marty!" Dave shouted at the top of his lungs. Dave's voice gave him strength and he ran away as fast as he could.

The Gigantus then stomped its foot hard onto the ground which created another huge impact for the ground to shake. Marty fell over and got impaled on a piece of sharp wood. He was not dead, though. Marty still stared at the monster. Dave quickly ran downstairs towards the Gigantus. Walter followed as fast as he could. Something caught Walter's eye. The ground was cracked open and there was a blue fire. "The blue flame!" he cried out to his roommate. He quickly dug into the ground and found that the blue flame was on a torch. No time to lose, Walter ran towards the monster holding the flame in his hand.

The Gigantus turned around and gaped in horror at the sight of the flame. Before it had a chance to move, Walter gathered all his strength and flung the torch hard at the monster's head. It stabbed right into the mouth of the Gigantus and the monster let out a roar of extreme pain. The monster fell to the ground and slowly died. The yellow fluid suddenly dried away from its mouth and the Gigantus began to disintegrate into blue dust.

"Well done, Walter!" Dave cheered along with the other campers.

"Walter, you're the best!" another group of campers shouted. An injured Marty gave him a great cheer and awarded him with a golden medal for bravery. The camp continued brightly each day to the end. When it was time for the campers to go home, the campers lifted Walter up and cheered with joy. Walter had saved the whole camp from the Gigantus and that was something a brave boy would do.

His parents forbade him to go to camp once they heard about the Gigantus and he was forever remembered by the fellow campers at Camp Blue Light and Dave. Some days, Walter went to visit the camp to see how everything was going. Everything was just normal. Everyone was happy at that camp and Walter wrote a journal entry about his time at Camp Blue Light. The thought of the Gigantus became a distant memory and he lived his life just as normal as any other 13 year-old boy would.