my eyes and concentrated, a droplet of sweat working down my forehead.
“What are we doing?” Jared asked in hushed voice dripping with fear.
“ Shhhh!” I put my fingertips to my temples, as if that would help. It didn’t. I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to will that sixth sense to be more obvious.
No luck.
I was in the beginning stages of kicking the wall when I felt it. My blood froze. My tongue got thick and my muscles sluggish. Jared had stopped breathing all together.
I turned in trepidation.
Chapter Twelve
Three human-shaped beings stood in the room with us, monsters all, each more horrible than the last. One had purplish horns covering the length of its body, blackened skin like a log after the fire has burned away. Another oozed some sort of liquid onto the floor—green, but pus-like; it emitted a putrid smell. The last was easily the worst. Its enormous head nearly touching the ceiling looked like it was made of writhing, angry worms, reddish in color, like maggots feasting on a bloody carcass.
It dawned on me that every monster I had seen had some sort of color attached to it. Each of those colors had existed in the swirling walls. These represented green, red, and purple. My knife was currently glowing a faint blue. That all meant something.
Since I didn’t know what it meant, it didn’t help me now.
“Jared, get behind me,” I said in a shaking voice.
“What are you going to do?” Jared whispered, inching toward the wall.
“I haven’t gotten that far, yet. I’m terrible at strategy.”
My eyes darted throughout the room, looking for an exit, and finding three. The monsters blocked one. They were closer to another than we were, and we were backed against the third, unable to figure out its secret in order to use it. This was not looking good.
“Join us!” Puss Body said again, the horrible liquid creating a pool by its heinous clawed feet.
“I don’t even want to touch you, let alone join you!”
A body emerged slowly from the side exit, hesitantly, trying to sneak. I kept my eyes on the monsters, hoping it was friend and not more foe. Jared touched the small of my back, sharing hope through touch.
Jonas appeared, blade in hand glowing dull orange. His eyes swept the room, lingering on the monsters. His hand tightened on his blade and his body bent slowly, ready to spring. As a stray thought, his gaze finished the sweep, finding me standing in front of Jared, tired and sweaty, dagger held in a meager arm. His eyes squinted. An evil smile curled his lips. He winked, and then backed slowly out of the room.
He was leaving us here to die.
Jared’s hand started to shake.
The monsters advanced . They were coming to claim me, no doubt intending to kill Jared. He would get the better end of the bargain.
Knife in hand, tears in my eyes, I crouched. I would not go down without a fight. I’d get at least one or two holes in them before they got me!
It felt like electricity filled room, like a lightning bolt right before it touched down. My scalp tingled and my body broke out in shivers. The reddish maggot infestation monster was chanting.
“That is probably not good, Sasha,” Jared warned, flattening himself against the wall.
He was right. A strange reddish smoke shivered in front of us, wafting in our direction.
What the hell did I do about smoke? How the hell did you poke holes in smoke?
I took a big breath, willing calm. My dagger flickered brighter, the color greenish now. Another breath. One more. The smoky circle came closer, within a few feet. The monsters advanced behind it, chanting something like a net into existence.
“Oh good, a net. That’s not obvious or anything,” I muttered, hand tightening, warmth in my chest now pulsing through my limbs.
The cloud wafted closer. I struck, slashing at it with my now -orangish knife. Where the blade passed, the smoke wilted like a flower, leaving the circle lopsided. I slashed
“What are we doing?” Jared asked in hushed voice dripping with fear.
“ Shhhh!” I put my fingertips to my temples, as if that would help. It didn’t. I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to will that sixth sense to be more obvious.
No luck.
I was in the beginning stages of kicking the wall when I felt it. My blood froze. My tongue got thick and my muscles sluggish. Jared had stopped breathing all together.
I turned in trepidation.
Chapter Twelve
Three human-shaped beings stood in the room with us, monsters all, each more horrible than the last. One had purplish horns covering the length of its body, blackened skin like a log after the fire has burned away. Another oozed some sort of liquid onto the floor—green, but pus-like; it emitted a putrid smell. The last was easily the worst. Its enormous head nearly touching the ceiling looked like it was made of writhing, angry worms, reddish in color, like maggots feasting on a bloody carcass.
It dawned on me that every monster I had seen had some sort of color attached to it. Each of those colors had existed in the swirling walls. These represented green, red, and purple. My knife was currently glowing a faint blue. That all meant something.
Since I didn’t know what it meant, it didn’t help me now.
“Jared, get behind me,” I said in a shaking voice.
“What are you going to do?” Jared whispered, inching toward the wall.
“I haven’t gotten that far, yet. I’m terrible at strategy.”
My eyes darted throughout the room, looking for an exit, and finding three. The monsters blocked one. They were closer to another than we were, and we were backed against the third, unable to figure out its secret in order to use it. This was not looking good.
“Join us!” Puss Body said again, the horrible liquid creating a pool by its heinous clawed feet.
“I don’t even want to touch you, let alone join you!”
A body emerged slowly from the side exit, hesitantly, trying to sneak. I kept my eyes on the monsters, hoping it was friend and not more foe. Jared touched the small of my back, sharing hope through touch.
Jonas appeared, blade in hand glowing dull orange. His eyes swept the room, lingering on the monsters. His hand tightened on his blade and his body bent slowly, ready to spring. As a stray thought, his gaze finished the sweep, finding me standing in front of Jared, tired and sweaty, dagger held in a meager arm. His eyes squinted. An evil smile curled his lips. He winked, and then backed slowly out of the room.
He was leaving us here to die.
Jared’s hand started to shake.
The monsters advanced . They were coming to claim me, no doubt intending to kill Jared. He would get the better end of the bargain.
Knife in hand, tears in my eyes, I crouched. I would not go down without a fight. I’d get at least one or two holes in them before they got me!
It felt like electricity filled room, like a lightning bolt right before it touched down. My scalp tingled and my body broke out in shivers. The reddish maggot infestation monster was chanting.
“That is probably not good, Sasha,” Jared warned, flattening himself against the wall.
He was right. A strange reddish smoke shivered in front of us, wafting in our direction.
What the hell did I do about smoke? How the hell did you poke holes in smoke?
I took a big breath, willing calm. My dagger flickered brighter, the color greenish now. Another breath. One more. The smoky circle came closer, within a few feet. The monsters advanced behind it, chanting something like a net into existence.
“Oh good, a net. That’s not obvious or anything,” I muttered, hand tightening, warmth in my chest now pulsing through my limbs.
The cloud wafted closer. I struck, slashing at it with my now -orangish knife. Where the blade passed, the smoke wilted like a flower, leaving the circle lopsided. I slashed
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