So sorry guys! Most of you who reviewed my other stories know why if not, it was all band and marching. Those take up lots of time then you got contests and football games. Yeah, sorry. I could have updated yesterday but I was busy watching Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire! The best movie ever! (We watched it three times, me and my friends. First, we didn't talk. Second, we made fun. Third, we were annoying! Then we went to see it a fourth time but the movie theater people said we have seen it enough times and that Kevin needs to stop throwing Popcorn at people! So yeah, very busy.) I could go on some more but I rather not tell you about my life. So onto the chapter!
Chapter Six
Marissa slammed the door open, striding through the hallway. She walked into the infirmary, where Huntsmaster was patching himself up. "Are you done yet?" Marissa snapped. Huntsmaster jumped slightly. He looked up and almost cringed. Something was different about Marissa. There was a new glint in her eyes. He finished wrapping his wrist up and nodded. "Good, where are the dungeon keys?" Marissa asked.
Huntsmaster's eyebrows shot up. "Dungeon Keys?" He asked her.
Marissa blinked. "You..." She started. She turned quickly, her cape snapping at her heels. With new vigor she walked quickly towards the practice room, where Rose was. Marissa pulled off one of the pads off the wall. A large skeleton key was hanging on the wall. She took it off and placed the pad back on the wall. Then she headed out. Rose and Huntsmaster followed her.
She opened an unused door and led their way down a stairway, wiping the cobwebs out of her way. As they started getting deeper, a horrible smell began to suffocate them. "Where are we?" Rose asked Huntsmaster quietly. Huntsmaster looked quite pale.
"The catacombs. Also the dungeons. They haven't been used in years." Huntsmaster whispered.
Marissa stopped suddenly, turning to Huntsmaster, her eyes wide in shock. "Wow. You actually know something. I was thinking when God said 'Go get some brains.' that you thought he said 'Go get some trains.'" Marissa told him, before heading back down. Huntsmaster glared at her back, but did not say a word.
They got to a large wooden door. Marissa turned the key and it opened. The smell of decay hit them with such a force that even Marissa staggered back. She walked past three cells, where skeletons lay undisturbed. Then the fourth shocked Rose and Huntsmaster. Two dragon corpses laid in the cells, chained up with glowing red chains. The dragons were obviously trying to break free of their chains, their corpses unnaturally skinny. Marissa opened the cell door quickly, trying not to breathe in. She staggered back to Rose and Huntsmaster, letting her breath out.
"What happened to them? Where did they come from?" Rose asked.
"They would have been Marissa's sixteen and seventeen dragon killed if she hadn't been murdered. She must have not left a note about where the dungeon key was so the dragons died of starvation and dehydration." Huntsmaster said, eyeing the dragon corpses jealously.
Marissa opened her mouth to say something, then gagged from the horrible taste and smell. "Forget it." She coughed, closing her mouth. She motioned them back up a good way up the staircase, breathing in the rich air. "I was going to tell you to clean out the dungeons and get them ready." She said, turning to Huntsmaster. "But since the condition, I decided against it." Marissa finished.
"Thanks." Huntsmaster told her uncertainly. She probably hardly let something go. She gave me a strained smile of, Rose thought it was supposed be of kindness but it didn't look like she could manage it. Huntsmaster and Marissa broke contact together, both avoiding each other's eyes. Rose rolled her eyes and walked behind him.
Suldaken sat down with the New York Journal in front of him. He wasn't reading it but peeking above it, watching everyone. The people acted different than his time. Girls wore the most bizarre clothing, boys included. And spoke a weird language. He had heard parts of conversation but people who think that he was listening and walk off, carrying the conversation somewhere else. Suldaken hummed slightly to himself, an old hymn tune, and flipped the black and white pages. He looked up at a large house in the near distance. That was where the woman with his necklace was. She wouldn't be able to walk out of her home without him noticing. He smiled at his ingenious plan and flipped the page with a new found strength. It ripped in half.
Oooh! What does Suldaken have planned? Review! Oh and I promise that a lot (I mean A LOT!) will happen in the next chappie!