GREEN THUNDER

"Ah, shit."

I glanced at Dimentio, raising an eyebrow. Not only was it out-of-character for him to swear like that, but I also couldn't see what the problem was. He grabbed my arm and yanked me back.

"Hey!" I snapped, wrenching my arm out of his grip.

"Look," said Raven grimly, poking me and pointing.

I turned my head and swore.

The way ahead was shrouded in fog, deathly-white and swirling. It seemed to tug at us, and we backed away instinctively. Xena and X landed on my and Raven's shoulders respectively. Birds couldn't fly over this kind of fog. Not if they didn't want to break a wing.

We had encountered some fear fog. A large, swirling, vile batch of fog that showed anyone venturing inside it their deepest, darkest fears.

I nearly crapped myself.

"This is just peachy," murmured Raven.

"I hate fear fog," groaned Dimentio.

"I do too," I replied. "Wanna just make a break for it?"

Xena took a deep breath. "I guess so. No other way, eh?"

"I'll go first," I insisted. And, before anyone else could contradict me, I ran head-first into the fog. I felt the brush of crow wings up against my cheek, and knew that Xena had been forced to leave me. I wanted to yell, "Don't go!" but what help would it do?

I kept running and running until I felt that my lungs were about to burst. I opened my wings and took to the air. I sped on, the fog around me swirling and spiralling and closing in on me... then I hit a tree.

The collision nearly knocked me unconscious. My arrow wound started hurting again, and now I had a pain in my head to deal with too. Grumbling to myself, I got up and brushed myself off. I examined my wing. The left one was bent at an angle.

"Yup," I muttered. "Broken as hell."

Then I remembered where I was. I yelled in shock, and began to continue running.

Suddenly, I felt something weigh down my arms, ankles, legs and wings. I choked as a manacle was fastened around my neck, and staggered to the ground. I tried to move, but the chains held me tight.

That was when I heard the phantoms.

I looked up, feeling my usual clothes breaking down into the grey rags that I had learned to dread. Red smoke spiralled around me, and I saw the silhouettes of my torturers, their long-clawed hands reaching out towards me. I felt three claws slash at my side, and I screamed as the pain ate its way up my arm.

I felt my voice leaving me. I choked, and coughed up blood. It spattered on the ground, and the slashes on my arm bled furiously. I was, once again, soaked, drenched in my own scarlet blood. And then I heard the voice.

"Neheheh..."

I raised my head, the sheer effort and pain causing tears to spring to my eyes. A ball of golden glowing light appeared, and moved towards me, its glow bringing something like pins and needles, but much worse.

"G... guuh... s-stop... p-pleeease..."

But it was no use. The red smoke enveloped me, choking me, and the blood was slowing and I couldn't breathe and the world was going black and there were phantoms and laughing and someone carried me and they were yelling and I could hear something else like a bird and the red smoke went and I could breathe but not for long and I fainted.

Author's Note: SOOOOO sorry about the long wait! Will make up for it in later chapters! Anyway... I am NOT good with gore and stuff. So ya.