"Come on now! Damn it, run!" As Logan's eyes turned away from watching
Wolfbane deliver a finally punch to Indira's head, he hardly felt Merle's
small grasp clutch his arm and pull him away. He came out of his terrible
trance, turned, and continued to run away down the hallway with Merle, as
more explosions erupted from the lower and outer parts of the castle, but
could still be felt faintly.
"What's going on outside?!" Logan exclaimed. "Don't look back! Just run!" Merle shouted through another wave of explosions as they turned a corner and began to run down the south staircase, baby Midori's wails trailing behind them and down the stairs. For a while they ran through darkness. Logan nearly stumbled over a metal object that had been tossed aside carelessly. "Are you alright? Hurry!" Merle turned and tugged at his arm. "Wait," he whispered softly. He moved his left foot an inch to the left and almost instantly did it strike a warm, heavy mass. Straining his eyes, he forced himself to peer deeper into the dark, saw Merle's gray outline float across gently, and whimpered, "M-Merle." A low grumbling erupted a few steps away. Logan and Merle froze, but what was more terrifying was the hot air blowing out like breathes every few seconds, and finally its soft bellows became shattering screams.
Logan turned to run seconds after the first scream but was stopped by Merle's grasp, "Don't.stay very quiet." she almost whispered. Logan turned, feeling the fear that had just flourished in the pit of his stomach. It was in his heart too, making it thump so fast it seemed like only time would help it leap from within Logan's chest and out his mouth. Seconds ticked by, and the slow, heavy breaths of hot carbon dioxide never ceased. Soon, he began to feel Merle pulling him back, but with such care and sluggishness he could scream. "But where will we go?" He whispered to her. "Never mind," she whispered back, "but it'll be the last of us if we continue," she said some time after his question. Luckily, Midori was mysteriously hushed by the commotion around her. Until now, Logan began to feel the pain coming from his throbbing finger, which he had not noticed that Midori had taken a hold of as a chew toy. He would of pulled it away, but he didn't dare do anything to make her cry again.
"Just keep stepping back slowly," Merle said. Logan wanted to nod, but halfway into the nod, he stopped. The breaths were gone and had been replaced by heart-breaking sobs. "Oh-" Merle's hand disappeared from his arm. "Merle, don't go!" Logan cried out, feeling her flutter past him towards the sound. "But she's hurt, she needs help," "Merle, it' s dangerous!" Logan stepped forward and instantly, the torches on the sides of the walls burst into a grayish-black flame. He gasped, terrified, seeing the entire floor drenched in pools of blood trickling out from so many corpses of knights that had been guarding the outside palace.
"What's going on outside?!" Logan exclaimed. "Don't look back! Just run!" Merle shouted through another wave of explosions as they turned a corner and began to run down the south staircase, baby Midori's wails trailing behind them and down the stairs. For a while they ran through darkness. Logan nearly stumbled over a metal object that had been tossed aside carelessly. "Are you alright? Hurry!" Merle turned and tugged at his arm. "Wait," he whispered softly. He moved his left foot an inch to the left and almost instantly did it strike a warm, heavy mass. Straining his eyes, he forced himself to peer deeper into the dark, saw Merle's gray outline float across gently, and whimpered, "M-Merle." A low grumbling erupted a few steps away. Logan and Merle froze, but what was more terrifying was the hot air blowing out like breathes every few seconds, and finally its soft bellows became shattering screams.
Logan turned to run seconds after the first scream but was stopped by Merle's grasp, "Don't.stay very quiet." she almost whispered. Logan turned, feeling the fear that had just flourished in the pit of his stomach. It was in his heart too, making it thump so fast it seemed like only time would help it leap from within Logan's chest and out his mouth. Seconds ticked by, and the slow, heavy breaths of hot carbon dioxide never ceased. Soon, he began to feel Merle pulling him back, but with such care and sluggishness he could scream. "But where will we go?" He whispered to her. "Never mind," she whispered back, "but it'll be the last of us if we continue," she said some time after his question. Luckily, Midori was mysteriously hushed by the commotion around her. Until now, Logan began to feel the pain coming from his throbbing finger, which he had not noticed that Midori had taken a hold of as a chew toy. He would of pulled it away, but he didn't dare do anything to make her cry again.
"Just keep stepping back slowly," Merle said. Logan wanted to nod, but halfway into the nod, he stopped. The breaths were gone and had been replaced by heart-breaking sobs. "Oh-" Merle's hand disappeared from his arm. "Merle, don't go!" Logan cried out, feeling her flutter past him towards the sound. "But she's hurt, she needs help," "Merle, it' s dangerous!" Logan stepped forward and instantly, the torches on the sides of the walls burst into a grayish-black flame. He gasped, terrified, seeing the entire floor drenched in pools of blood trickling out from so many corpses of knights that had been guarding the outside palace.