Black Strings: Threads of Revenge

Swords and Acid

Ginger stands alone in a large, empty room with a window peering out to some smaller one. A door just feet away stands tall in the wall.

The half-fox slams her right hand against the glass, over and over. It doesn't even crack. It's stronger than it looks.

"Let me out! Let me out!" She shouts, voice sharp with rage.

She pounds on the glass harder, determined to break it.

"Let me out, or else I will curse the asshole that put me in here!" She yells.

Ginger's hands rain down on the glass. Her fists sting. Her voice cracks. Still, she doesn't stop.

The glass doesn't even rattle.

She presses her forehead to it, panting. Her ears twitch with every breath. The room behind the glass remains empty-no movement, no voice, no sympathy. Just silence.

"Cowards," she mutters. "You think locking me up's gonna stop me?"

She spins around and eyes the door. Her tail lashes. With a sharp growl, she charges it, slamming her shoulder against the metal.

It doesn't budge.

She stumbles back a step, then kicks it for good measure.

"Fine! You wanna play games?" she snarls. "Go ahead! I'll find my own way out, bastards!"

Her pacing starts. Back and forth. Back and forth.

The silence grows louder with each step. Her breath begins to calm, but her fingers twitch at her sides, itching to do something-anything.

Her eyes set on the door again. Carefully, with quick strides, she moves towards it.

Eyes running over the door, she inspects it. No scratches or dents from her attacks. The handle, on the other hand, it agitates her.

"Green vermillion." She mutters, gritting her teeth, teeth clenched.

Of course.

They didn't put that there for her. They put it there for him.

A ward against spirits. A warning for the Ultimate Spirit. Touch that handle, and the pain alone would be enough to stop most spirits in their tracks-if not worse.

Her tail twitches with agitation.

"So, they're scared of him," she says, the corner of her mouth lifting into a sharp smirk. "Good."

With incredible speed, Ginger unsheaths her sword and strikes the metal door. Metal on metal grates worse than nails on a chalkboard.

"I will escape."

Walking through one of the lower floors of the Maze Jail is Tommy and Benjamin. They've avoided the traps the building has had to offer so far, and to their luck, Tommy was right.

"I hear her," Tommy says.

"Really?" Benjamin asks.

Tommy nods. "She's on the 7th floor. I'm pretty sure that's the floor she is on."

"We could make this quick and teleport her here, and we can leave," Benjamin suggests.

Tommy shakes his head. "Maze Jails are lined with rainbow vermillion in their walls. Inside the walls of one, teleportation is impossible. That's why they are death traps."

The pair continues walking through the building.

"Great," Benjamin sighs. "So we have to walk through a death trap. There goes the easy way."