“This is it, isn’t it?” Mark heard Sean say.
He looked around for his friend, and noticed him grabbing his cap off the ground. As he plopped it on his head, he turned to face whatever came at him. He was no longer armed with his axe though. That seemed to have disappeared.
“Jack! Let’s get out of here!” Mark scrambled to his feet and darted towards Sean.
“Where is all the rest of the gang?” Sean asked, as Mark grabbed him by the arm.
“No time to talk!” Mark exclaimed, as he caught the giant sphere in the corner of his eye, “We gotta move!”
“Heeeeelp!” a familiar voice caught their attention.
They darted towards the source of the voice. When they slid to a stop at the edge of an opening, Mark was surprised to find Bob and Wade hanging off the edge. Bob was barely clinging to the smooth surface with his fingers, while Wade clung to Bob’s waist. Both of them were slipping though.
“Hang on! We’ll get you up!” Mark laid down on his belly as he took Bob’s arms.
“Hurry, Mark! I’m slipping!” Wade called, as he clung desperately to Bob’s middle.
“I got your back Markie!” Sean knelt to help Mark pull Bob up.
He was too heavy for Mark to lift alone. They heaved, lifting has quickly as they could manage. They barely managed to bring Bob up to his shoulders. He struggled to help by hooking his arms over the edge, grappling to help himself up.
“Okay, Mark you hang onto me. Jack, you grab Wade. He’s pulling my pants down, and he’s going to slip if it breaks,” Bob commanded in earnest.
“Gotcha!” Sean dropped to his belly, sliding as close to the edge as he dared. He reached as far down as his arms could go, but Wade was too scared to reach for his hands. “Come on Wade! Just reach!” Sean pleaded.
“Come on, Wade!” Bob urged him.
“Come on, Wade! You can do it!” Mark added encouragement.
Wade finally let go with one hand to flail for Sean’s hand. In a blinded terror, he grabbed back onto Bob. Bob was starting to slip though.
“Uh oh! Uh oh!” Bob exclaimed, “Guys! I’m slipping!”
“I gotcha Bob!” Mark tightened his grip on Bob’s arms.
“Come on, Wade! One more try!” Sean pleaded, reaching again for Wade’s arms.
“We’re not going to make it!” Wade closed his eyes again, “I have to let go, or Bob won’t make it either!”
“Shut up! Don’t say that!” Mark called. His arms were growing tired from the strain of holding on.
“Just reach for me, Wade! Reach!” Sean called to him, “I’m right here! Just reach up!”
“I can’t!” Wade let go with one hand. He looked down and started to panic.
“Just reach for me, Wade!” Sean scooted a little farther off the edge, trying to reach for Wade’s arm.
“Come on, Wade! Just reach for him!” Bob pleaded.
“I’m just going to let go,” Wade said, calmly, “If I don’t, we’ll both fall.”
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