Page 125 of Demons Dig Donuts

Indy stared in horror as Mr. Mitternacht vanished. “Oh shi—”

The crowd around Indy erupted in a frantic roar of screams and shouts, and everything turned dark.

Wait, why was it so dark?

A shadow.

There was a shadow over Indy, and it was growing…

Because whatever was creating it was above him and getting closer.

Indy looked up just in time to see a giant winged something swooping right at him. He tried to swing the staff but it was too late. Claws dug into his shoulders, stabbing in deep like knives, and he screamed as he left the ground.

This thing was carrying him up into the air, higher and higher.

The pain was excruciating, but Indy quickly realized that this monster’s horrible grip was now the only thing keeping him from turning into a splatter on the sidewalk. He dropped his staff, hoping it didn’t land on anyone below, and he grabbed the ankles of whatever monster was holding him.

Gray skin, big claws, tremendous leathery wings, long tail.

A gargoyle.

Fabulous.

The view he had up the gargoyle’s loincloth was practically pornographic, but knowing that this bastard was uncut wasn’t exactly helping Indy’s current predicament. He couldn’t punch him in the balls because then he’d drop Indy, and they were already soaring over the city’s tallest building—

There!

They were about to pass over a big rooftop.

Fuck this noise.

Indy took a deep breath, reared back as far as the pain would allow, and swung upward as hard as he could, socking the gargoyle directly in his sack.

The gargoyle screamed and flailed, his talons releasing Indy.

Indy screamed, too, since he was falling now, and he cringed as he prepared to land on the not so soft roof. He didn’t think Dill would be able to catch up to him, but he kissed the hell out of the ring anyway. He might have only seconds before he literally collided with a world of agony, and all he could think about was this wasn’t the first time he’d socked a monster in the crotch.

First time he’d done it without being paid though.

Strong arms seized Indy’s middle, the grip so tight that it knocked the breath out of him. His chest throbbed, and every breath was agony. He wheezed and kicked, swinging his arms wildly. The touch wasn’t Dill’s, and Indy had no idea who had him until his fist made contact with a firm jaw.

“Ow!” Mr. Heiss growled.

“Mr. Heiss!” Indy squealed.

“Are you all right?” Mr. Heiss shifted Indy around so he was cradled against his chest. He had fully transformed, his wings out and flapping furiously as he headed to the rooftop below them.

“Other than the stabbing part, yeah!” Indy tried to catch his breath, gasping hard. “I’m so fucking good right now.”

“Good!” Mr. Heiss gave him a shake. “Because you are an absolute idiot!” he roared, his voice morphing between anguish and fury. “What the fuck were you thinking?”

Indy may have been delirious because all he could do was laugh. “I… I was thinking… I didn’t want to lose her.”

Mr. Heiss landed on the rooftop and kissed Indy firmly, though he still glared. “When I tell you to do something, you are to obey. I am smarter than you. I am more knowledgeable and if I am trying to tell you that something is not real, you need to listen. Do you understand?”

“But she was—”

Mr. Heiss groaned. “I don’t give a singular fuck if it was actually her. I don’t care about your dead grandmother. I care about you, you ridiculous little moron.”