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I raced past corridor after corridor, eyes darting madly from side to side, looking wildly for a place to stand my ground and fight against the, the things. They were awful; they looked like demonic cats, standing three feet tall on their hind legs and were a shade of midnight blue. I ducked quickly to the side as one of the lasers streaked by, just inches from my ear; the air sizzling as it crackled through it. I barreled down the hall, not daring to glance back to see if my pursuers were gaining or not. White pain flashed through my body as one of the lasers ripped through my arm, the clothing peeling off in flaming chunks. I yelled loudly and staggered a few steps, just long enough for the monsters to get me. One bit into my tail, leaving me helpless, while the others swarmed all over me, ripping at my hair, tearing at my clothes, biting at my flesh. I swung my arms frantically, weakly, trying to fend them off, but I couldn't. They were screaming; wild, hysterical laughter as they bit me. They seemed to enjoy clawing at my limbs and hearing me cry out in pain. I knew I couldn't win, there was to many of them. They swarmed around me, and soon my body was covered in a wiggling blue mass, and red blood. I was about to give up hope, there was too many of them.
As quickly as the clawing and biting had started, it was over. Their clawed feet scraped the floor as they stumbled backwards against the wall. I raised my head slightly and, looking through blood, tried to see why the blue nightmares had stopped attacking. But when I heard them click their heels and stand at attention, I knew why. Steadily approaching from down the hall, I heard the heavy, deliberate footsteps of a man clad in dress boots.
"Well, well," his deep voice seemed familiar, somehow. "What have you boys brought me this time?" He kicked me in the shoulder to see if I was alive, and then rolled me onto my back with the toe of his boot. I glared at him with hatred as my eyes traveled up and down, examining this new foe. His shoulder length black hair stuck out everywhere; but was a handsome contrast to his robes, which were the color of the red wine in his golden goblet. My gaze shot up to his face and I saw his glare fixed on me. His eyes were wide in surprise and I saw him mutter something inaudible under his breath. His foot shot out, stepping hard on my tail, then he smiled a slow, wicked smile as I withered in pain. I knew he was stronger than I was, and with him pinning my tail, I knew there was no way I could beat him. Then, releasing my tail, he turned and walked a-ways, swirling his wine slowly. His back was to me, so I figured it was a good time to attempt to stand. If I were going to die, I was going to die fighting. I wobbled a bit, dizziness overwhelming me, but managed an upright position. His voice then rumbled, almost purred, once more, "If you're looking for the exit, it's back the way you came. Three halls down, fifth door on the left. No one will bother you. At least, they better not." I backed up slowly, not sure if he meant what he had said, then turned and ran past the creatures, still lined against the wall. "One more thing…" his voice boomed, and I stopped dead in my tracks and slowly turned around, ready to fight again. He leisurely took a sip of his wine, and then continued. "Say hello to your father for me." Then he strode down the hall into a side passage and disappeared, laughing softly to himself.
I turned and sprinted to where he had directed me, deciding to trust him, though I don't know why. As I ran past the creatures, they started to get edgy, looking as if they'd rather rip my head off then see me leave peacefully. But they had heard their master's orders and knew the consequences. But when I was almost at the third passage, a sudden scratching sound made me turn, just in time to see one of the horrendous creatures, hurling itself towards me. Every thing seemed to be in slow-mo as it flew through the air, claws outstretched, mouth gnawing the air. It was too late to re-act, so I opened my mouth to scream…
And fell out of bed onto the floor. I was sweating, practically drenched, shaking badly, and I think I had peed myself. I was panting heavily when my mom came rushing in, hastily tying her housecoat on. She knelt down beside me and held me comfortingly in her arms. In the warmth of her arms, I thought about the dream I had just experienced. This was no normal dream and, reliving every detail, every horrific moment, I realized that. I had a feeling that this man was real, and I knew I had to be strong. I had a challenge, and I would not let myself down, would not let my father down…
The thought struck me with such force that I shivered involuntarily. Why was I thinking about my father at a time like this? I pulled away from my mother and looked into her eyes, filled with worry. Then I laughed tiredly. "Mom," I said, "I think I need to change my pants."
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Wow! This one was longer than the last one. The next one might be a little late, because I haven't even started writing it. I hope you enjoy it!
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I raced past corridor after corridor, eyes darting madly from side to side, looking wildly for a place to stand my ground and fight against the, the things. They were awful; they looked like demonic cats, standing three feet tall on their hind legs and were a shade of midnight blue. I ducked quickly to the side as one of the lasers streaked by, just inches from my ear; the air sizzling as it crackled through it. I barreled down the hall, not daring to glance back to see if my pursuers were gaining or not. White pain flashed through my body as one of the lasers ripped through my arm, the clothing peeling off in flaming chunks. I yelled loudly and staggered a few steps, just long enough for the monsters to get me. One bit into my tail, leaving me helpless, while the others swarmed all over me, ripping at my hair, tearing at my clothes, biting at my flesh. I swung my arms frantically, weakly, trying to fend them off, but I couldn't. They were screaming; wild, hysterical laughter as they bit me. They seemed to enjoy clawing at my limbs and hearing me cry out in pain. I knew I couldn't win, there was to many of them. They swarmed around me, and soon my body was covered in a wiggling blue mass, and red blood. I was about to give up hope, there was too many of them.
As quickly as the clawing and biting had started, it was over. Their clawed feet scraped the floor as they stumbled backwards against the wall. I raised my head slightly and, looking through blood, tried to see why the blue nightmares had stopped attacking. But when I heard them click their heels and stand at attention, I knew why. Steadily approaching from down the hall, I heard the heavy, deliberate footsteps of a man clad in dress boots.
"Well, well," his deep voice seemed familiar, somehow. "What have you boys brought me this time?" He kicked me in the shoulder to see if I was alive, and then rolled me onto my back with the toe of his boot. I glared at him with hatred as my eyes traveled up and down, examining this new foe. His shoulder length black hair stuck out everywhere; but was a handsome contrast to his robes, which were the color of the red wine in his golden goblet. My gaze shot up to his face and I saw his glare fixed on me. His eyes were wide in surprise and I saw him mutter something inaudible under his breath. His foot shot out, stepping hard on my tail, then he smiled a slow, wicked smile as I withered in pain. I knew he was stronger than I was, and with him pinning my tail, I knew there was no way I could beat him. Then, releasing my tail, he turned and walked a-ways, swirling his wine slowly. His back was to me, so I figured it was a good time to attempt to stand. If I were going to die, I was going to die fighting. I wobbled a bit, dizziness overwhelming me, but managed an upright position. His voice then rumbled, almost purred, once more, "If you're looking for the exit, it's back the way you came. Three halls down, fifth door on the left. No one will bother you. At least, they better not." I backed up slowly, not sure if he meant what he had said, then turned and ran past the creatures, still lined against the wall. "One more thing…" his voice boomed, and I stopped dead in my tracks and slowly turned around, ready to fight again. He leisurely took a sip of his wine, and then continued. "Say hello to your father for me." Then he strode down the hall into a side passage and disappeared, laughing softly to himself.
I turned and sprinted to where he had directed me, deciding to trust him, though I don't know why. As I ran past the creatures, they started to get edgy, looking as if they'd rather rip my head off then see me leave peacefully. But they had heard their master's orders and knew the consequences. But when I was almost at the third passage, a sudden scratching sound made me turn, just in time to see one of the horrendous creatures, hurling itself towards me. Every thing seemed to be in slow-mo as it flew through the air, claws outstretched, mouth gnawing the air. It was too late to re-act, so I opened my mouth to scream…
And fell out of bed onto the floor. I was sweating, practically drenched, shaking badly, and I think I had peed myself. I was panting heavily when my mom came rushing in, hastily tying her housecoat on. She knelt down beside me and held me comfortingly in her arms. In the warmth of her arms, I thought about the dream I had just experienced. This was no normal dream and, reliving every detail, every horrific moment, I realized that. I had a feeling that this man was real, and I knew I had to be strong. I had a challenge, and I would not let myself down, would not let my father down…
The thought struck me with such force that I shivered involuntarily. Why was I thinking about my father at a time like this? I pulled away from my mother and looked into her eyes, filled with worry. Then I laughed tiredly. "Mom," I said, "I think I need to change my pants."
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Wow! This one was longer than the last one. The next one might be a little late, because I haven't even started writing it. I hope you enjoy it!