"RUN”, Blake screeched beside me while lifting both of his arms into the air, almost tumbling forward due to his frantic gesture.
“Stop yelling, more running”, Raven said from up front, I nodded.
All I knew was that if I were to stop, I ain’t getting back alive.
I could feel my heart drumming against my ribcage, as if it’s desperately trying to breach out, while my ears rang with piercing buzz. Every breath hurts, stinging my throat as I breathe through it, nose no longer capable to accommodate the amount of oxygen needed to fill up my exhausted lungs. Skin glazed with a layer of sweat, calves aching due to the strain from the constant running, tears almost threatening to fall off as dust continuously made its’ dreadful assault, causing my eyes to sting.
Heaving out another loud sigh, I placed one feat and then another onto the floor, dragging and forcing my body to move. I can’t afford to stop, not even a mere second.
“It’s gaining on us!” Blake yelled again, while eyeing me with a troubled look.
“Could you just stop goddamn shouting, we have eyes you know?”, I seethed out, boiling with anger as well as annoyance. Blake may be on my team, but I might just shove himself under the drain to shut him up.
“I yell when I am nervous!” he called once more, but immediately has a palm over his chapped lips, realising his mistake. Raven could been seen glaring daggers at him from the front, obviously not enthusiastic with his infuriating demeanor. I could only sigh.
Could it get any worst?
A high level possessed chasing behind us, and an anxiety filled teammate that has been screaming for the past few minutes...
Oh boy was I wrong. I just had to jinx it, didn’t I.
The possessed had started hurling gigantic flaming balls towards us, missing only by a beat. However, the impact when it slammed onto the ground had caused it to burst apart, flames flying in every direction, greyish smoke spreading uncontrollably, limiting our vision. Dodging it was almost impossible as the small chunks of flaming debris scattered all around, whilst the gas hindered our sight.
“Careful!”, I heard Raven yelped from the left, but not quite seeing her, “There’s one above!”
I raised my head up and holy f-
My breath hitched, as my hands went cold, eyes staring at the descending flaming meatball. My legs couldn’t carry me any faster to avoid the impact, nor would I be skilled enough to dodge it.
As I started contemplating my will, thinking about Cotton Candy that was still waiting patiently at home for me, I remembered I had a partner, a demon counterpart, Nightmare.
With the fire ball only mere inches away from us, I quickly called for him.
“Nightmare, buddy, I need you help”, I said in my thoughts.
“I thought you told me to zip it minutes ago.”, he scoffed, clearly unamused. “What about you use that human brain of yours to get you out of this mess.”
I mentally rolled my eyes, “Alright, I am sorry that I asked you to be quiet, you were so goddamn noisy, I had to. But now is not a great time to argue about any of that, just help me.”
A low growl resonated, seemingly pleased and content with my words. “It’s about time you asked for my help, human.”
“I heard that” Nightmare spoke up once more.
With that, the summoning commenced. I could see a black hue forming on my feet, engulfing it whole as smoke begun to sizzling out, a shape constructing from it. A blurry replica of a dragon’s feet lying on my own, not quite solid, but I felt its’ strong presence, another soul, another mind with me.
Strength beyond human’s limitation lurched into my veins, a sense of power seeping through my every cell, feeding them with a new sensation like no other, whilst pumping adrenaline into my bloodstream. I felt immortal, unstoppable.
Lifting up my left arm, gesturing towards the flaming ball, a sudden black forcefield materialized into existence, effective halting the hurling threat, having it broke apart the moment it landed. Smirking, I turned around and started jogging, much easier with power coursing throughout my body. Up front I could see Raven and Blake, with their summoned demons as well, running heading towards safety, home.
After another 15 minutes or so, my eyes lit up when I saw the familiar light tower glowing up front, indicating that we were close to base. Sucking in another breath, I pushed myself forward, the thought of my comfortable bed awaiting my presence pulled me closer. As we approached closer, a intimidate figure greeted us. Tyler, the commander. His features void of any emotion, as per usual, stared right through my very core, effectively causing my skin to crawl and my blood ran cold. He was very mad.
“You three are in so much trouble!” Tyler yelled, glare unwavering from all of us, “Clean up and come meet me at my office in 10.No excuse.” With that, he stared at us once more with a look I can’t seem to decipher before turning around and started heading back.
A look of pity was casted by a guard near the gates, as if he knew what was to come, maybe he did. Drawing out a shaky sigh, I pinched the bridge of my nose, while a stream of new anxiety flooded my system.
This won’t end good.