Chapter 5
Screaming, in the next room, a girl's voice, begging for them to stop. To stop what? I venture to the wall so I can hear more clearly. Now I can recognize another voice, male, deep and menacing. The girl's screaming reaches a new height, and I know I have to do something. I tiptoe to the fireplace, even thought there is no one to hear me, and pull the grate out from under the coals, gone cold many days ago. I happily leave the black stain on the carpet, hoping it will take them a long time to clean it up. The grate was easy to break, well not for anyone, but even with my power weakened I am still much stronger than a mortal. I now have a 2-foot bar with a slightly pointed end. My sword is 3 feet long, and is sharper than the cold hand of death, the hand of my father. I reach the door, fully prepared to take on whoever sits on the other side. I turn the handle, preparing to throw the door open and come out of the room in a flash of fury, but it is locked, well I should have guessed. I summon a chicken bone without thinking, and stagger back from the effort. Once I have recovered a few moments later I snap the bone in half, wincing at the usual pinching sensation I get when I break bones or kill things. Using the jagged edge as a lock pick I am free in seconds.
Three guards sit on the other side of the door, all zoned out, probably bored out of their minds. Well they're about to get the surprise of their lives I think to myself. I jab the first in the stomach, forcing him to double over, and then hit him on the head with the butt of my bar. The second guy thought he was ready, but before he could raise his axe I was behind him, poking a pressure point in his neck and paralyzing him. The third guard took one look at his companions, one look at me, and ran away. "He'll be sure to find backup," I tell myself quickly, analyzing my options. Another scream comes from the room jolting me back to my purpose. First thing's first.