(Pouts) So few reviews? Was it really that crappy? Well, thank you much
for the few that I did get. Sorry that the story seems to be revolving
aroud Demi for the last few chapters, it wasn't intended. (Unless you guys
don't care) This one seems too as well.
This is a short chapter, really. I don't know what's wrong. But I hope I get more reviews!
Chapter 13 Holy, WATER?!
Demi felt terrible. His mind was foggy and he couldn't keep his balance properly. He kept swaying every now and then. Dante would keep him from falling and tried to lend a shoulder for support, But Demi refused his help. He leaned on the wall ever so often.
"Demi . . ." Schala began as she watched Demi lean against the wall, his breathing labored. "Why don't you stop? We'll come back for you after we reach the roof."
Demi shook his head. They were already on the fourth floor. That only left one stairway to get to the rooftop. He hadn't gone all this way just to be stuck on this floor. Unfortunately, the three still had to make it down the hall. This floor was just like the second and third floor, only the windows weren't sealed. They were boarded up, sure, but not like on the other floors. Beams of murky light shone through the cracks of the windows. It would be dark soon, say in two hours. This floor was another hall like the second floor; only there were a few branches in the corridor that led to other rooms. The stench had grown thicker and mustier up here, probably from the warmth of the sunlight that was allowed in.
Demi huffed loudly and groaned. "Why does there need to be this many floors in a church?"
Dante shrugged and came next to the boy. "You want some help now?"
"I can handle it . . ." Demi argued, stumbling away from the wall, his head drooped down.
Dante sighed as Demi took a few steps forward. "If you don't rest, that venoms going to kill you. You might be able to cure up, if you take a break."
Dante hadn't actually been definite on Demi's blood until the boy'd been injured. Dante had been examining the bites from the spider on Demi's arm when he saw the wounds begin to mend slowly. They were eventually gone without even a hint of a scar.
"I feel fine . . ." Demi continued to argue. The fact was, however, Demi felt far from fine! He felt like . . .well, like he'd been poisoned. He slowly looked up to see the stairway down the hall. Only a little further to go . . . He began to pick up the pace.
Dante felt something ahead of them and looked. He didn't see anything, only a lone branch in the corridor that most likely led to a storage room. What was waiting down that little alcove, Dante was unsure off. All he knew was that the retched stench of the rooms seemed to be coming from there. It smelt fresher . . .
"Demi, don't go too far ahead." Dante ordered, but to no avail. The boy wasn't listening. He was already pretty close to the alcove.
"God, I gotta get some fresh air!" Demi thought to himself, coughing as he breathed in the putrid fumes. As he came by the alcove, he heard something moving and stopped.
As he turned his head weakly, there was a strange noise, a whooping of sorts. Demi faintly heard Dante yell something over the noise, but couldn't understand him well. Demi could see the possessor of the odd noise, a monstrous demon on all fours. A long third arm jutted from its back.
Disoriented, Demi wasn't too sure what to think of it. He stumbled back some as the demon leaped forward at him.
Dante ran forward, in an attempt to knock Demi aside. As he came close, he saw the demon, a nobody, lunge out and pile into Demi. Demi was knocked off his feet and thrown into a boarded window behind him. The wood gave way with a loud crash and Demi and the nobody were sent out the window, down toward the courtyard.
Dante knew that it would be almost impossible for the disoriented Demi, with a nobody latched onto him, could land on his feet from the fourth story of a building. He and Schala ran to the window and looked out. Down below where the courtyard should have been was a lake of sorts, whose water level reached about the third floor. That would explain why the windows were boarded. But, why did the water have an odd glow to it?
"HELP!!" Demi's voice yelled.
Dante looked down and could see Demi hanging to a small ledge only a few feet below the windows ledge. He could see the nobody clinging to Demi's pant leg, trying to climb up for a bite of the leg.
Demi held on tightly, but he knew his grip wouldn't last. He was weakening from the poison and he was carrying his own weight and the nobody's weight. He felt his grip slip a little as he looked up to the window, where Dante and Schala looked down at him.
"Dante, help!" He groaned weakly. He kicked his leg franticly, trying to remove the demon.
"Hold on, boy!" Dante yelled as he began to climb out the window. He lowered his arm to try and reach Demi, but couldn't seem to get close enough.
Time was running out as Demi's grip lessened even more. Just to top it off, the nobody had a nice, firm grip around Demi's leg now and was gaining a little height. Dante lowered himself just a little more, still unable to reach him only by a few inches.
"Schala, give me a hand!" Dante yelled back at Schala. He motioned for her to grab his feet. She did so, and Dante slid out of the window a bit more, now on his stomach.
"Aw, shit . . ." Dante groaned, as he saw the nobody get close enough to Demi's leg for a bite. With a loud whoop, it's jaws clamped down on Demi's leg.
Demi let out a cry of pain as he felt teeth sink into his calf. He also let his grip give out. His hands completely lost their hold and he felt his body shoot downward. Dante's face flew away from his as he fell. He heard Dante yell his name, and then heard a loud splash as the nobody hit the water below. Within seconds he felt his own body slide into the icy water. It's freezing touch rushed over him, causing his confused mind to become more alert and numbing the pain of his wound.
As he looked around, he could see quite clearly in the light blue water. Below him he could see the ground of the courtyard. He began to worry where the demon had gone.
As he searched for it, he only saw particles of what looked like what was left of the demon. Had it disintegrated when it touched the water? He continued looking around, noticing that the water glowed with a calm aura.
Suddenly, Demi felt the urge to panic. He'd been under the water for over a minute now and continued to sink further down. However, his lungs didn't seem to be lacking any air. His body was adjusting to the coldness, but he still felt uneasy.
"What's wrong? What's with this water?" Demi thought as he finally touched the ground. It took him a few more moments to realize it, but he finally did. This wasn't normal water, it was holy water. That's why the demon had died when it landed in it.
"How the hell did they get a whole lake of holy water? And why?" These two questions crossed Demi's mind over and over as he sat at the bottom. "I better get out of here."
Demi tried to swim, but found that his limbs were too weak to do so. The venom was still in effect, but seemed to have stopped its infection due to the holy water.
"Well. . .now what?"
So ends yet another short chapter. Hope you guys and girls aren't mad about that.
This is a short chapter, really. I don't know what's wrong. But I hope I get more reviews!
Chapter 13 Holy, WATER?!
Demi felt terrible. His mind was foggy and he couldn't keep his balance properly. He kept swaying every now and then. Dante would keep him from falling and tried to lend a shoulder for support, But Demi refused his help. He leaned on the wall ever so often.
"Demi . . ." Schala began as she watched Demi lean against the wall, his breathing labored. "Why don't you stop? We'll come back for you after we reach the roof."
Demi shook his head. They were already on the fourth floor. That only left one stairway to get to the rooftop. He hadn't gone all this way just to be stuck on this floor. Unfortunately, the three still had to make it down the hall. This floor was just like the second and third floor, only the windows weren't sealed. They were boarded up, sure, but not like on the other floors. Beams of murky light shone through the cracks of the windows. It would be dark soon, say in two hours. This floor was another hall like the second floor; only there were a few branches in the corridor that led to other rooms. The stench had grown thicker and mustier up here, probably from the warmth of the sunlight that was allowed in.
Demi huffed loudly and groaned. "Why does there need to be this many floors in a church?"
Dante shrugged and came next to the boy. "You want some help now?"
"I can handle it . . ." Demi argued, stumbling away from the wall, his head drooped down.
Dante sighed as Demi took a few steps forward. "If you don't rest, that venoms going to kill you. You might be able to cure up, if you take a break."
Dante hadn't actually been definite on Demi's blood until the boy'd been injured. Dante had been examining the bites from the spider on Demi's arm when he saw the wounds begin to mend slowly. They were eventually gone without even a hint of a scar.
"I feel fine . . ." Demi continued to argue. The fact was, however, Demi felt far from fine! He felt like . . .well, like he'd been poisoned. He slowly looked up to see the stairway down the hall. Only a little further to go . . . He began to pick up the pace.
Dante felt something ahead of them and looked. He didn't see anything, only a lone branch in the corridor that most likely led to a storage room. What was waiting down that little alcove, Dante was unsure off. All he knew was that the retched stench of the rooms seemed to be coming from there. It smelt fresher . . .
"Demi, don't go too far ahead." Dante ordered, but to no avail. The boy wasn't listening. He was already pretty close to the alcove.
"God, I gotta get some fresh air!" Demi thought to himself, coughing as he breathed in the putrid fumes. As he came by the alcove, he heard something moving and stopped.
As he turned his head weakly, there was a strange noise, a whooping of sorts. Demi faintly heard Dante yell something over the noise, but couldn't understand him well. Demi could see the possessor of the odd noise, a monstrous demon on all fours. A long third arm jutted from its back.
Disoriented, Demi wasn't too sure what to think of it. He stumbled back some as the demon leaped forward at him.
Dante ran forward, in an attempt to knock Demi aside. As he came close, he saw the demon, a nobody, lunge out and pile into Demi. Demi was knocked off his feet and thrown into a boarded window behind him. The wood gave way with a loud crash and Demi and the nobody were sent out the window, down toward the courtyard.
Dante knew that it would be almost impossible for the disoriented Demi, with a nobody latched onto him, could land on his feet from the fourth story of a building. He and Schala ran to the window and looked out. Down below where the courtyard should have been was a lake of sorts, whose water level reached about the third floor. That would explain why the windows were boarded. But, why did the water have an odd glow to it?
"HELP!!" Demi's voice yelled.
Dante looked down and could see Demi hanging to a small ledge only a few feet below the windows ledge. He could see the nobody clinging to Demi's pant leg, trying to climb up for a bite of the leg.
Demi held on tightly, but he knew his grip wouldn't last. He was weakening from the poison and he was carrying his own weight and the nobody's weight. He felt his grip slip a little as he looked up to the window, where Dante and Schala looked down at him.
"Dante, help!" He groaned weakly. He kicked his leg franticly, trying to remove the demon.
"Hold on, boy!" Dante yelled as he began to climb out the window. He lowered his arm to try and reach Demi, but couldn't seem to get close enough.
Time was running out as Demi's grip lessened even more. Just to top it off, the nobody had a nice, firm grip around Demi's leg now and was gaining a little height. Dante lowered himself just a little more, still unable to reach him only by a few inches.
"Schala, give me a hand!" Dante yelled back at Schala. He motioned for her to grab his feet. She did so, and Dante slid out of the window a bit more, now on his stomach.
"Aw, shit . . ." Dante groaned, as he saw the nobody get close enough to Demi's leg for a bite. With a loud whoop, it's jaws clamped down on Demi's leg.
Demi let out a cry of pain as he felt teeth sink into his calf. He also let his grip give out. His hands completely lost their hold and he felt his body shoot downward. Dante's face flew away from his as he fell. He heard Dante yell his name, and then heard a loud splash as the nobody hit the water below. Within seconds he felt his own body slide into the icy water. It's freezing touch rushed over him, causing his confused mind to become more alert and numbing the pain of his wound.
As he looked around, he could see quite clearly in the light blue water. Below him he could see the ground of the courtyard. He began to worry where the demon had gone.
As he searched for it, he only saw particles of what looked like what was left of the demon. Had it disintegrated when it touched the water? He continued looking around, noticing that the water glowed with a calm aura.
Suddenly, Demi felt the urge to panic. He'd been under the water for over a minute now and continued to sink further down. However, his lungs didn't seem to be lacking any air. His body was adjusting to the coldness, but he still felt uneasy.
"What's wrong? What's with this water?" Demi thought as he finally touched the ground. It took him a few more moments to realize it, but he finally did. This wasn't normal water, it was holy water. That's why the demon had died when it landed in it.
"How the hell did they get a whole lake of holy water? And why?" These two questions crossed Demi's mind over and over as he sat at the bottom. "I better get out of here."
Demi tried to swim, but found that his limbs were too weak to do so. The venom was still in effect, but seemed to have stopped its infection due to the holy water.
"Well. . .now what?"
So ends yet another short chapter. Hope you guys and girls aren't mad about that.