I was walking home from my friend Lauren's house, minding my own business, when I heard little scuttling sounds behind me. I turned and noticed some tiny footprints in the snow and some brown crumbs. Ignorant of the threat of Gingerbread Men at the time, I shrugged and thought it to be a rabbit excreting bodily waste. I kept walking. I came to the bridge over the highway, and noticed both the bridge and the highway were void of traffic. As I was thinking how strange this was, five little brown figures leapt upon me from the top of the chain-link fence at my right. Crying out, I stumbled into the road, the evil oven spawn grabbing at my throat. Always cautious person, I grabbed for the dagger I had hidden under my jacket, strapped to my belt. Shaking off the little cookie men, I proceeded to stab and slice them until they were barely recognizable as gingerbread men. Panting, I replaced my knife and threw the remnants of my assailants over the edge of the bridge. As I watched the pieces fall, I noticed the flicker of fire light on the road. Hanging upside down, I peeked under the overpass. The sight I saw filled me with such terror that I nearly fell from my perch. A great bon fire blazed in the middle of the road, the flames licking the steal support beams above. Around the fire danced and at least five hundred gingerbread men, chanting in some kind of horrific ritual. Each gingerbread man carried a small metal spike, probably to mutilate their victims. I noticed in the middle of the inferno there was a huge grille, big enough for four men to lay in a line comfortably. The iron bars of the grille were red hot. Then, all of the cookie men jumped into the flames and onto the grille. Before my eyes they melted into a giant mass of brown sludge. The stench of gingerbread was overpowering. Then the mass began to move and take shape. To my everlasting horror, it became one gargantuan gingerbread man. It had to be at least twenty-five feet tall. The metal spikes had also melted and now formed the horns on the monstrositys head, as well as the wicked claws sprouting from its hands and feet. But this was no flat gingerbread man, it was three dimensional. Seizing the grille, it crushed and re-formed the metal into a great sword. Then, opening its great frosting mouth lined with steel teeth, it let out a great laugh, the likes of which was never heard before on this earth. Just then, I noticed that I couldnt fell my fingers, and suddenly I was falling into the ditch below. Fortunately, the ditch was filled with a good two feet of snow, so the damage to my body was minimal. But the beast noticed me. Paralyzed with absolute horror, I watched, open mouthed, as the monster drew near me, rasing its great scimitar. As the blade arched forward, and through the flashes of my life playing before my eyes, I saw a blur descend from the bridge above, and then, suspended in time for a moment that seemed like an hour, a cloaked figure holding a gleaming sword blocked the gingerbread mans scimitar. Then my saviors sword flashed, and the beasts left arm fell to the ground, severed from its shoulder. Another gleaming blade forced itself through the behemoths chest. On the other end of that sword was another cloaked figure. Groaning, the giant cookie fell to the ground with an earth-shattering thud, and the cloaked companions approached me. "Thanks for saving me." I stammered.

The End of Part 1