Chapter Eight

Ten

"Try and contact Grant!" Ten yelled over to Nine. Nine nodded and started to fiddle with his ear.

"We should all split up to buy Nine some more time," Five said. Five and Newt went down to the third. Albus, Ten, and Four went down to the second floor. Nine and Two went to the ground floor.

"Where are we going to hide?" Albus asked the other two.

"In here," Four whispered back, pointing to a nearby door. She opened the door, and once the others were inside shut it, making sure that it didn't creak.

"Muffliato," Albus muttered, pointing his wand at the door. "Makes a room soundproof," he explained. "We can now talk without the fear of being heard, but just in case." He threw the invisibility cloak around all of them. "So what are we going to do with they find us?"

"Deus ex Machina," both Four and Ten responded, glancing at each other.

"Sorry I asked?" Albus responded, confused.

Before either of them responded, they all heard Hel's voice, "One, two, Hel is coming for you. Three, four, better run some more. Five, six, you will enter my undead mix. Seven, eight, or face Primordial Chaos's hate. Nine, ten, run away egain. I will find you end catch you." She let out a huge cackle.

"Two how much longer until Nine contacts Grant?" Four asked.

"He says 30 seconds," Two responded.

"I have found you," Hel laughed, opening up the door. Before she could do anything, a roar was heard. This caused Hel to turn away to look at the source of the sound. By the time she looked back, they were gone.