Herobrine
I punched the beast out of idiotic rage. I had only gotten a glimps of her leg, but it's condition only gave me a feirce image of what the rest of her form was like.
The Rake roared, and moved his hand to cut across my chest. I charged as he swung his arm, ramming into his chest. He was hit, but I toppled over and slammed into the ground-The Rake was still standing.
He, still standing, stepped over to me. I tried to push myself up, but I shook, his slash on my back had really gone deep. He growled, and again cut at my back. Repetitivly he tore at me and growled, tearing at me. I somehow managed to roll as he was again raising his 'hands', and he kept his down motion, causing the sound of nails scratching against cement to echo throughout the small room.
I managed to stand, again blood seeping from my back. If I only had a weapon of some sort.
I again ran at him, now hitting him in the face, forcing him to topple over.
He didn't move, didn't get up, there was no sound.
Was he down that easy? No, he could've of died just like that. Passed out maybe.
I hurried over to Nix, her body sagging against the chains. I realized-how was I going to get her out? I felt around for a keyhole-nothing. I furrowed and tugged at the chains. They were weakly set in the wall, if I could pull hard enough..
I got on my knees, and pulled at the double chains, nothing happened.
Fuck this shit.
I stood up and again pulled at the chains like a sexy badass anime charecter lol abby was here and they released from the wall, and Nix's weak handles broke apart.
I took Nix's hand-possibly a bit too roughly- for she flinched at the touch. I-again without thinking- pulled her up, making her stand. "I-I can't.." She fell onto me, and I immediatly felt blood drip down on my front-not my own.
I put my hand to her head-soaked. I tried to run my fingers through her hair, but it was nearly a solid with stale blood.
"N-Nix.." I picked her up. I couldn't teleport, she couldn't stand. There was no choice.
I walked down the dame hallway I'd come from, expecting a long journey. What I found funny was, that we were out in about 10 seconds. I blinked a few times, the moonlight seeming like a blinding sun compared to the pitch darkness we were once in.
I held her bridal style, the posistion the easiest and seemingly the most comphrotable for Nix. I just got a good look at her.
She was torn, bleeding, and it seemed like a knee could be misplaced. I attmpeted to grab my shirt, to rip a peice off the wash her off, and then realized, my shirt was around Nix's scorched leg.
Wait.
Am I shirtless?
Yes.
Am I holding Nix shirtless?
Yes.
Even though Nix was asleep, and I held her for good reason, it felt awkaward. I sighed, and forced myself to coninue walking, back stinging.