AC: HELLO! ITS YOUR WORSE NIGHTMARE AGAIN! Ha! Juuuuuuust kidding . . . or am i? Never-mind me i just had a realization that i forgot to put in a disclaimer last chapter so. . . lets make someone else do it!
Edward Elric: this is why people hate you you know that right?
AC: and? your point? *pokes* . . . . *hard*
Edward Elric: No the crazy does NOT own either or, happy?
AC: my abbreviations sound like air conditioning :D
Edward Elric:*sweat drops* anyway before we go rantastic on you here's the story
AC: REASON I'M LATE i fell . . . from a tree . . . . it hurt . . . . a-lot\
The air suddenly became unbearable to breathe in and Arthur fell on the ground, eyes bulging. He couldn't stand up at all the pressure in the room was at a crazy level, even this far underground the pressure does increase a little bit but this is insane! A cool thing was pressed to his face and a puff of air came at his face. He took it gratefully. Arthur's eyes refocused on the room around him, the first thing he saw was nothingness. Blank dark walls that had no sign of anyone ever begin there; the floor was hard and concrete and the air was unbearable. If this were a prison, then Arthur would use this to scare Azkaban prisoners at night.
The thing on Arthur's face was being clicked into place and Arthur could feel its weight. He felt it and discovered it to be a face mask. It was silver and was lighter than it should be, magic, and had and extreme filter spell on it. The face mask had made it easier to breathe but made no restrictions on the pressure on his shoulders.
"Don't worry the creature should be restrained soon" the guard on this left was on one knee and was trying to stand but was failing miserably. The Minister was on his knees and breathing hard, his eyes were fluttering open and close. They we in a tight spot.
The whole pressure was being gradually lifted off his shoulders; he was slowly regaining the ability to breathe. He was suddenly grabbed by the arms and shoved upwards. The gesture was wasted because as soon as he stood still, he folded inward again.
The Minister was on his feet going towards a dark patch in the wall. He motioned for the guard to pick up Arthur and bring him over. The guard brought him over with his feet dragging along the ground behind him.
"Arthur its only temporary!" the minister tried to sound happy or exited but even he was feeling the effects of the atmospheric pressure. Arthur was beginning to feel his legs again, so he walked the two feet towards Fudge. Fudge then grabbed his hand and pulled his toward the blank wall. Arthur concluded that the Minister finally snapped and just fell into air , expecting to hit the ground.
He hit a extremely hard surface. In midair. He didn't know whether to scream or say a congratulations to a good concealment charm, so he chose option three. Sit there in shock.
The Minister got out his wand and said "Epoto". An absorption spell, used to give someone temporary power. Arthur was confused, air would give him energy? Or the other way around?
He got his answer when a jolt of electricity went through him. The equal of this was taking all the drugs known to man, winning the Quidditch world cup all by yourself, and then slapping Malfoy and his son around by there own money. Now he knew what Fudge was on earlier and the feeling was amazing and carefree. Not a soul could touch him in this happy place. The energy quickly made him light headed, he couldn't move away from the thing he was laying on though. He felt like when you eat way to much in way to little time, full and uneasy.
The guard pulled him off the invisible object, and steadied him on his wobbly lanky legs. He looked down where he fell and reeled back.
His had had fallen on a H.U.G.E cleaver. It was a black sword with a deadly whit gleaming blade. The handle was a crazy array of bandages wrapped around an assumable metal piece. It had power he could feel it pulsing around the edges and shinning in the low light. Arthur's hand was only inches away from the sharp edge. He jerked his head back and looked at a flicker in the solid cleavers form. A imperfection, a illusion.
'But', Arthur reasoned with himself,' you can't feel or gain energy from a illusion.' His heart was pounding in his chest, his eyes were wide and his knees knocked together. There was no reasoning with logic itself.
"Pick it up" A short command came from The Minister. Arthur's head whipped around to look at him.
"Pick it up" He commanded once again. Arthur's hand went to the handle and he felt a jolt of left over power, he lifted and. . . nothing happened. He could not lift the well over three hundred pound sword. He felt along all the bumps and dents in the metal, the places where strong hands wore groves in the heavy bandages in the hilt, he felt along the lines that ran vertical on the sword that were where the strong swordsman blocked attacks, he saw the crevasses where other swords had hit the blade itself. The imperfections were what made it perfect. The crazy cleaver set off a lazy spark that drifted to the top.
"The creature handles this with ease you know, and it weighs three hundred and fifty pounds of pure metal" the Minister ran his hands through the bandage that was handing off the handle "this thing could level all of us in one unconscious move". Fudge walked to a wall and strapped on his silver face mask. Arthur hurriedly put on his. The guard put theirs on easily and without hesitation.
"Arthur" Cornelius voice was small and rapid "get ready to meet the beast"
Oh! I'm so mean! I end it on the verge of them meeting!
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