Robyn was standing behind her brother, James, holding hands with her eight-
year-old friend, Laura, and staring at over one hundred angry cultists in
black and red robes. She was waiting for James to shout run, and then they
were going to have to escape.
Everything had seemed to freeze for a moment as Robyn recuperated from the near-completed ritual. Laura was squeezing her hand as tight as she possibly could, but Robyn was focussing too much on her legs to worry about any other pain she was going through.
"Run!" James suddenly yelled at the top of his lungs, spinning sideways and leaping off at high-speed down the medieval hallways.
Robyn ran too, close behind her brother, dragging Laura along with all her strength. She knew her room was nearby, and she would have to get in there quickly to grab her pistol. She ran up beside James.
"There's going to be a left turning up here soon" Robyn said, "I'll need to get in there, and not be followed... Can you create some kind of diversion?"
"By all means" James replied, hoisting the shotgun over his shoulder and pulling the trigger. There was a bang, followed by screams of pain, and a falter in the cultist's footsteps. "Dive into the turning when it comes up" James explained, "I'll do the rest"
"Okay" Robyn called, running on ahead, and putting Laura's hand in James'. She could see the turning coming up, and James was firing wildly over his shoulder, followed by yelps, and crashes between their captors.
Robyn suddenly dived left, and pressed her body up against the wall as James and Laura turned the other way, and misled the few able-bodied cultists.
Once the coast was clear, Robyn broke through the door into the room she'd been kept in. She saw her clothes, but they were dirty and sweat-soaked. The robes Robyn was wearing were much cleaner and comfy, but she was bare- foot, so she pulled on her old socks, which were reasonably dry, and her large black boots, which she tied up tightly.
She searched the cabinets and cupboards of the room until she found several magazines, her pistol, and the rusted pipe she'd always carried around. Suddenly, there was a bang at the door, and it started to open. A brown monsters tentacle wrapped around the doorway, and started to open it, but Robyn quickly threw herself at the door, fighting with the tentacle.
She grabbed the lightweight, flimsy metal bed, and pushed it against the door, whilst jamming another end of the bed in a crack in the wall. The bed was solidly wedged, and the monster had no chance of breaking in. The trouble was, Robyn had no chance of breaking out.
"Robyn!" came James's voice from outside the window. She leapt over and peered out, James and Laura were standing in the autumn leaves outside, looking up at the window.
"James" Robyn yelled, "I can't get out, there's a monster trying to get in here... There's no way out!"
"Can you squeeze out of the window?" James asked
"I think so," Robyn replied, "But I might get stuck"
"It's a risk you'll have to take... come on!" James yelled
"Okay" Robyn said, throwing the rusted pipe out the tiny window, and placing the handgun and ammo in a pocket of her robes. She stepped up onto the windowsill and squeezed half her body out. It was painful, but she'd be out in a few seconds.
"I'll catch you!" James shouted,
Robyn listened as she heard the bedroom door come off its hinges, and the whipping of the monsters tentacles as it reached for her. There was an almighty push, a pain, and then a weightless whoosh of wind as she fell into James's arms.
"Are you okay?" Laura asked, "Are you alright, Robyn?"
"I'm fine" Robyn said, wiping her forehead, and taking the pipe from James's hand, "Now how the hell are we going to escape this island?"
"Easy... I've got a boat by the shores, but we'll have to be quick. It won't be long before the religious guys break through my barricade" James instructed.
The trio started to jog off toward the shores when there was a huge cracking sound. The monster with the tentacles had broken through the wall, and fell down to the ground. It was like an octopus with at least five arms, a jelly-like body of flesh sewn together, and two, long, stick-like legs. It stood up, made a gurgling sound, and started to run toward James, Robyn, and Laura.
James grabbed the girls hands, and they prepared to escape the island.
Everything had seemed to freeze for a moment as Robyn recuperated from the near-completed ritual. Laura was squeezing her hand as tight as she possibly could, but Robyn was focussing too much on her legs to worry about any other pain she was going through.
"Run!" James suddenly yelled at the top of his lungs, spinning sideways and leaping off at high-speed down the medieval hallways.
Robyn ran too, close behind her brother, dragging Laura along with all her strength. She knew her room was nearby, and she would have to get in there quickly to grab her pistol. She ran up beside James.
"There's going to be a left turning up here soon" Robyn said, "I'll need to get in there, and not be followed... Can you create some kind of diversion?"
"By all means" James replied, hoisting the shotgun over his shoulder and pulling the trigger. There was a bang, followed by screams of pain, and a falter in the cultist's footsteps. "Dive into the turning when it comes up" James explained, "I'll do the rest"
"Okay" Robyn called, running on ahead, and putting Laura's hand in James'. She could see the turning coming up, and James was firing wildly over his shoulder, followed by yelps, and crashes between their captors.
Robyn suddenly dived left, and pressed her body up against the wall as James and Laura turned the other way, and misled the few able-bodied cultists.
Once the coast was clear, Robyn broke through the door into the room she'd been kept in. She saw her clothes, but they were dirty and sweat-soaked. The robes Robyn was wearing were much cleaner and comfy, but she was bare- foot, so she pulled on her old socks, which were reasonably dry, and her large black boots, which she tied up tightly.
She searched the cabinets and cupboards of the room until she found several magazines, her pistol, and the rusted pipe she'd always carried around. Suddenly, there was a bang at the door, and it started to open. A brown monsters tentacle wrapped around the doorway, and started to open it, but Robyn quickly threw herself at the door, fighting with the tentacle.
She grabbed the lightweight, flimsy metal bed, and pushed it against the door, whilst jamming another end of the bed in a crack in the wall. The bed was solidly wedged, and the monster had no chance of breaking in. The trouble was, Robyn had no chance of breaking out.
"Robyn!" came James's voice from outside the window. She leapt over and peered out, James and Laura were standing in the autumn leaves outside, looking up at the window.
"James" Robyn yelled, "I can't get out, there's a monster trying to get in here... There's no way out!"
"Can you squeeze out of the window?" James asked
"I think so," Robyn replied, "But I might get stuck"
"It's a risk you'll have to take... come on!" James yelled
"Okay" Robyn said, throwing the rusted pipe out the tiny window, and placing the handgun and ammo in a pocket of her robes. She stepped up onto the windowsill and squeezed half her body out. It was painful, but she'd be out in a few seconds.
"I'll catch you!" James shouted,
Robyn listened as she heard the bedroom door come off its hinges, and the whipping of the monsters tentacles as it reached for her. There was an almighty push, a pain, and then a weightless whoosh of wind as she fell into James's arms.
"Are you okay?" Laura asked, "Are you alright, Robyn?"
"I'm fine" Robyn said, wiping her forehead, and taking the pipe from James's hand, "Now how the hell are we going to escape this island?"
"Easy... I've got a boat by the shores, but we'll have to be quick. It won't be long before the religious guys break through my barricade" James instructed.
The trio started to jog off toward the shores when there was a huge cracking sound. The monster with the tentacles had broken through the wall, and fell down to the ground. It was like an octopus with at least five arms, a jelly-like body of flesh sewn together, and two, long, stick-like legs. It stood up, made a gurgling sound, and started to run toward James, Robyn, and Laura.
James grabbed the girls hands, and they prepared to escape the island.