The large bodyguard type guy came over to me and used a medium sized knife to cut the ties on my ankles. As soon as he moved on to my right arm, I waited until the rope was completely sliced through, and then I made my move.
Standing quickly, I used the momentum of my body to swing the chair with my left hand, which was still tied to the rough material. Aiming for his head, I heard the contact when a sickening crack! sound came from his skull. I quickly pulled myself free and turned to face Fuego, whom was standing shocked in front of that retched mirror/window.
"Oh, how the tables have... Turned!" I smirked, then quickly used as much strength as I could to throw the table between us as hard as I could at his stomach. Pausing only to hear one, two, three ribs crack, I sprinted out the door the guard had left open.
As soon as I stepped out into the plain white hallway, my brain shut down.
Where am I? How many guards is there? Where are they? Where's Remus?
Will I ever get out of this place alive?
Running my fingers through my hair I muttered to myself, "think think think!"
Heavy footfalls quietly echoed down the hall, around a corner, getting louder by the second. Fuego must have called back up. I looked to my left, and then to my right, catching sight of a light grey door. I had no other choice.
Sprinting towards the door, I pulled it open and jumped inside, just escaping the view of the six or seven guards that had just rounded the corner.
Breathing heavily, I looked around. I was inside a small cleaning closet. There were mops, brooms, bottles of chemicals, feather dusters. I slunk down onto the floor, placing my face in my hands. I couldn't stay here forever, but I couldn't leave without soon getting caught either. I didn't have a plan, I didn't have a goal.
Sighing, I reached back to rub my aching neck. Tossing that table as hard as I did didn't help with neck pains, that's for sure.
Eyes widening, I paused.
My neck!
My fingers brushed against the mark that I couldn't feel, but I knew was there. This could be my fast pass out of here!
Hands shaking, I checked all my pockets and both my boots for my wand, but it wasn't there. I don't know what exactly I expected. It's not like they'd leave me armed, me being a prisoner of theirs.
Groaning, I leaned my head against the door behind me. Looking around I tried my best to think of a useful plan that would involve cleaning supplies, but of coarse, I couldn't think of a single thing.
Standing up, I walked around the tiny space, looking into every box and container I came across. Just as the thoughts of giving up started dancing around my brain, I opened a slightly torn and beaten looking cardboard box. No. Way.
Inside were about twenty dark brown wands! They must be here in case any of those stupid bodyguards break theirs. I didn't want to think about how often that May or may not happen.
Pulling out one from the top, I held the wand in my hand. Taking a deep breath, I lifted my hair from my sweating neck, and pressed the tip of the wand to my skin.
I waited.
I don't know what I expected to happen, but the closet stayed silent.
I waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Just as I was about to take the wand from my neck, place it back in the box, and surrender myself to Fuego so he can finally do whatever he wants, destroying the last and final Purebreed in existence, the door quickly opened.
"Put this on!" A ball of fabric hit me in the face, and I jumped. Aiming the wand at the cloaked figure in front of me, I asked, "Who are you?"
The person turned and I saw the face of a boy about my age, with blond short hair just picking out from underneath the hood of his black robe and supernatural looking lime green eyes. Slowly removing his hood, he winked
"Your knight in shining amor."