Subject: Something a bit different.
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Posted on: 2018-11-12 14:10:00 UTC

These prompts don't really fit Tiger's character and I couldn't think of a way to make either of them work with him. So you get something else!

Please don't ask me for context, because there isn't any.

Katie sat in the second row, hand in hand with Matthew, struggling not to cry.

They’d been a team, the five of them. Katie, Matthew, Lauren, Jimmy and Sarah, the best the Monster-Hunters had got.

Until one particularly nasty monster had killed Sarah.

It was Lauren who was reading the eulogy, voice trembling. Katie had been asked to do it, but refused. It was too painful.

“Sarah was one of the most talented members of the taskforce,” said Lauren, speaking quickly to avoid crying. “She was always analytical and thorough and knew exactly how to tackle each monster. One of my favourite memories of her was when we were training.”

Katie remembered that time too. It brought a lump to her throat just thinking about it.

Lauren, Katie and Jimmy had been trying to work through a complicated puzzle, but none of them could figure it out. Sarah had walked up and spent five minutes staring at the puzzle and working out what they were meant to do. Then she’d talked them all through the solution without making them seem like idiots.

“She brought a lot to the team, but she never asked for anything back. She always tried to help everyone else, however hard she was finding it herself. We all liked and respected her for it, and we were very close to her.”

Lauren hesitated. “She was killed by a Black Snake. It was attacking us, and we knew one of us had to stop it.”

Katie began to breathe shakily, hoping to keep the tears away. Lauren was struggling too.

“She got her knife and she just stepped in front of it and cut its tongue out. Without its tongue the monster couldn’t live, but in its dying throes it…” Lauren couldn’t hold back the tears any longer, and nor could Katie.

“It’s all right,” Matthew whispered.

“Thank you,” said Katie quickly, in a flat voice.

Lauren couldn’t keep going. She stumbled back to her seat, blinded by the tears streaming down her face.

Everyone applauded politely and Mr Crow, who was conducting the service, got to his feet.

“Thank you to Miss Watson for that moving eulogy. Next we have a song that was very special to the deceased…”

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