As Bobby's fingers slid into hers, she squeezed his hand, back nearly to the strange mural on the wall behind them. She flinched as Kyle attacked, the weapon going right through the strange creature, which just barely missed her friend. Even with the reassurance that someone could be on their way, the situation looked hopeless. She strained to see the brightly lit plaza they had just left, but could view nothing but the faint rays of neon light over the piling hoards of black monsters. If help was coming, they'd be too late.
As the blonde boy backed towards them, plank readied in his hands, Chelsea watched the eyes in front of her. What were these things? It was bad enough that they were black as night, their large yellow eyes peeing out, but they barely made a sound as well. In such large numbers, she would expect any animal to make noise, but these things barely chittered their excitement. Their movements were disjointed, and she was pretty sure some of them had melted into the shadows on the pavement.
It was while she was watching these shadows that she noticed one getting actually moving towards Kyle. With a shout, her free hand reached out, grabbing him by the back of his shirt and pulling him towards herself and Bobby. Together, the three of them formed a small line, Kyle armed with his plank, and Chelsea and Bobby grasping hands tightly. The dark beings steadily crept closer, their creepy chittering sound beginning to fill the air, as if they knew that the three humans were trapped with no hope of salvation.
The redheaded girl gritted her teeth, planting her feet. As hopeless as it looked, she couldn't give up. She had to hope that someway, somehow, they were going to get through it. It should have been the end of her down in that basement, and she'd magically [astonishingly] made it out alive. Of course, it had only landed her in this situation, but at the very least, she was with her two best friends.
And with Bobby and Kyle, she felt invincible.
"Guys," she said, as the shadows moved closer, the light visible from the plaza almost completely covered from the piled height of the squirming creatures. "It's been a weird day, guys, but I'm glad you're both here. If this is a dream, I'd like to wake up now though." She could feel the slight hysteria in her voice, and struggled to rein it in.
The shadows edged close to their feet, her eyes still disbelieving that these creatures seemed to be physically able to move -through- shadow. She stomped at the ground in frustration, stepping on the shadow as if she thought she could squish it like a bug. Nothing seemed to happen, until she pulled her foot back, when, as if in response, an arm lashed out from the puddle of dark, swiping her leg with its sharp claws and causing her to yelp in pain. Across her calf, three deep, red lines appeared and began to bleed freely down onto her foot and into the cobbled street.
The girl hissed with pain, trying not to look down. The last thing she needed right now, on the verge of destruction, was to look at her wound and pass out at the sight of the blood. She rested her weight on her other leg, leaning into Bobby.
"So, uh, don't do that, I guess," she laughed weakly. The wave of creatures was only a foot or two away, towering over them, beady yellow eyes honed in on the three humans.
"Bobby, Kyle, I lo--" Before she could even finish her sentence, the wave crashed down on them, and then there was darkness. She felt her hand get ripped out of Bobby's, felt the small claws dig into her skin. She wanted to scream, but couldn't. There was only pain and darkness and a disbelief that this was the end. It couldn't be. There was still so much she had wanted to do with her life, and all that wasted time.
This couldn't be the end. She wouldn't let it.
With a scream, she began to fight back, punching and kicking and wailing away as hard as she could, attempting to rip the creatures off of her in the complete black that surrounded her. As if in response to her defiance, she felt a warmth begin to fill her, and like before, back on earth, a blue aura shimmered slightly around her.
She raised one arm into the air, shouting her rage, and as she brought her hand down in a swipe, she felt something materialize in her palm before a flash of light blew the darkness away from her, leaving her standing on the cobblestone again, panting with effort, covered in blood, and a large, navy blue weapon held threateningly before her. The creatures pulled back, yellow eyes never wavering from their position on the three of them. On either side of her she could still feel the presence of her friends, but she was much too astonished to see what they were holding.
As if the day couldn't have gotten any weirder, in her hands, materialized from nothing, was a large, sharp, key looking blade. And better yet, the creatures, whatever they were, seemed to be afraid of it.
The redhead grinned.
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