The Mutated Amagi Chronicles

Chapter Eight: Escape

Sirius's mind was a mess. He had lost two people he was directly responsible for, and was on the verge of losing a third. He had gotten his group hopelessly lost. He didn't know where his godson was and what he had done this time.
Yep. He was in some serious shit this time...
Damn... The magic in this place's been getting at my brain...Don't know how long I can stay... sane...
Nevertheless, he was still holding on, although just barely; 5tR4N63r's cool, metallic arm serving as his anchor to reality. Because if they didn't get Seymour out of this area of highly concentrated magic ASAP, he would be irreparably damaged when the circuitry of his metal parts overloaded completely...

It wasn't long before he realized that they were still lost.
"That's it... Everyone, STOP!" He yelled, his voice causing particles of the disintegrating fort to snow upon them.
"What is it, Sirius? We have to get Seymour out of here!" Hermirone pressed, her eyes frantically searching for possible exits.
"I know, Herm... But this isn't doing any good! We don't know how to get out of this labyrinth!" Sirius sighed, wishing for once that he had Jame's leadership skills... James would've planned for this... Would've drawn up a map for this purpose exactly...
"You know, Sirius, Apparating is still an option..." Madam Yi restated her sage opinion, bringing Sirius out of his spiral of depression.
"Seymour can't Apparate in his current condition. And I'll be damned if I let him die!" Sirius growled, his frustration a welcome reprise from the overwhelming depression.
"Sir... Don't worry about... me..." 5tR4N63r's human eye fluttered open. "Please... get... out..."
"Seymour, we are not leaving you! Just hang on!" Sirius pleaded.
"Sir... my... arm... use it..." With that, his eye closed once more. Slowly, his right hand extended and slid out of his arm, revealing a high-tech cannon of sorts.
"Thank you, Seymour... But we are trying save you... Not use your remaining energy up for a fruitless cause..." Sirius murmured, reinserting the mechanical hand back into its socket. "No, blowing a hole in the wall would mean sacrificing you, the one we are trying to save..." Sirius shook his head in despair, finally collapsing under the responsibility...
But then... "The walls... they can't be that strong, with their age and recent events! Everyone, ready Reductor curses!" Maybe I can save Seymour after all...
Hermirone and Madam Yi quickly caught on to Sirius's idea. Gently lowering 5tR4N63r onto the stone floor, they drew their wands and waited for Sirius to untangle himself from his death grip on 5tR4N63r's arm.
"Fire at the wall I'm facing on my mark... Mark!"
Fountains of red light flew from the wands, blasting pits in the wall. Miraculously, the wall, after being subjected to the grindingstone of time, being overloaded with magic, and recently abused by desperate wizards, still stood firm when the dust settled.

Sirius cracked.

Acting out of recently accumulated anger and aggravation, Padfoot delivered to the wall one of his infamous power kicks.
The unfortunate wall, after tolerating evils that nothing should be subjected to, finally fell to pieces.
"Damn... Padfoot, never thought you had it in ya." Madam Yi commented. "That is one hell of a kick..."
"Nah... the wall was already weakened to the point of collapsing by itself... I... just speeded up the process... Now, let's get Seymour out of here." Were their eyes deceiving them, or they really see a blush creeping up Sirius Black's face?
Carrying 5tR4N63r once more, the group trekked out of the fort, and into the outside world once more. They immediately felt the effects, and were relieved of much of the magical strain that they had borne while in the fort.
"Herm, Hilary, I am counting on you two to guard Seymour." Sirius said as they finished circling the walls of the fort, coming to its entrance once more. "Let's get him away from here." The trio borne 5tR4N63r across the drawbridge, and gently laid him on a relative flat patch of vibrant, emerald grass. "Stay here... and get Seymour to call for reinforcements when he comes to."
"Wait... Sirius, where are YOU going?" Hermirone asked, as Padfoot retraced his steps across the drawbridge.
"I... am going back for my godson and his friend." Sirius chuckled darkly, and morphed into his dog form. Slowly and deliberately, taking whiffs of various scents in the castle, he took off into the darkness of the fort once more; hoping his sense of smell would indicate where he would find his godson.
Hopefully, his dog form would stand the magical aura better than his human form could...

Deep within the fort, Harry and his attacker were still battling, ignoring the fact that they would soon be trapped. Harry Potter was hoping to immobilize the assaulter, in doing, find out whom he was working for, and the current condition of Ron.

Walden Macnair was getting extremely pissed off.
He had thought after Voldemort fell, Malfoy would make him his right hand... But he had been sadly mistaken... the back-stabbing bastard had used him, tricked him, and made him next to nothing...
Now, his charge was to kill Harry Potter, an impossibility almost in itself. What was that idiot thinking, ordering him to do something that Lord Voldemort himself had failed to accomplish?
He had managed to temporarily get rid of Ron Weasly and get a bit of his hair in the process, however, impersonating him had proved much more difficult, as he only knew that red-head from spying on him time to time...
He thought that he had put up a convincing act, though... But that Potter just had to see through it... He would have to get this over now. If he succeeded, he was going to give Malfoy a piece of his mind...

In the keep, Shadow could feel parts of his body expanding... The tower was getting more and more cramped... His body would soon finish its transformation, and his mind would be next...
What would the stronger, bestial, not to mention psychotic, psyche coerce him into doing this time?
He hoped that nobody would be injured by his rampage...

New chappie. Yay. (sob)... Who am I kidding? I can't write!! (sob)