He launched himself from the wall, arms stretched out like a desperate, angry monkey, fingers clawing for the cords.
His palms smacked against one with a wet slap. The cord bucked violently under his weight, the whole cocoon shuddering as if it were alive.
He had made it.
Now he just had to destroy it.
Clinging with his arms and legs wrapped tight around the cord, Finn yanked down with all his weight. Nothing. He began to wriggle like a worm, jerking his body in every direction to make the cord shift.
The cord pulsed faster, expanding and contracting like a panicked lung. The cocoon beat wildly, like a drum in his ears.
Snarling, he dug his nails into it, trying to tear it open—but the skin was slick, rubbery, and unyielding. His fingers just slid off.
'Damn it… come on!'
