Monster raised his forearm. Instead of sinking its two sets of fangs into his throat, it bit his arm. He would’ve been dead right that moment except for his immunity to venom. He didn’t even notice most poisons, but there was a slight burn in his veins from the hydra’s potent one. The fangs hurt a hell of a lot more. Monster flailed his arm, trying to shake the creature. “Careful,” said Chester. “You don’t want to—” One of the hydra’s heads lost its grip, and as Monster snapped his arm suddenly, the serpent’s second head popped off. The creature struck the wall hard and fell onto the carpet. It twitched a bit as two more heads sprouted from its missing neck, bringing the total to three. Monster pulled the clinging head from his arm. “Crap, that stings.” “You have to be careful with the heads,” said Chester. “The heads come off really easily.” “Yeah, I know,” said Monster. “Kind of like anole tails.” “I know.” The hydra was nearly through with its latest growth spurt.
