Grimm Games

Chapter 27: Captured Flame

Sonya used her body weight to pin Dylan's hand to the ground beneath her foot. He yelled out in pain and pulled his hand from the weight of her bloody shoe.

Even through her injury, she managed to grab the knife before anyone could stop her. Before she could enact any nefarious plan with the blade, Spencer had dashed outside to envelope her in a bear hug, thwarting any potential harm.

He pinned her arms at her sides as she cried out for him to, "Let me go, asshole."

"Drop the knife!" he demanded, not letting up.

I urged Jade back into the corner of the room and away from the growing chaos. I quickly rushed to Spencer's side to help him handle Sonya as she thrashed about. He pinned her arms at her sides and allowed me to cautiously grab the knife from her grip.

"Careful, you guys," Jade called out.

Just as I pried the handle from her grip, the familiar booming stomps stopped us all in our tracks. We looked up to see the giant troll a few feet away but close enough to see the details of his cloudy green irises and the whites that surrounded them as they focused on us.

Once the Troll had a beat on us, triggered by all the commotion, he charged. Thumping, stomping, and quaking the ground with every hefty step. At over ten feet tall he had the weight to make him a force to be reckoned with.

Only feet away, the range of his reach made it easy for him to swipe at Spencer and barely miss as he and Sonya dodged out of the way of his massive arm. They quickly ducked inside the safe house before the Troll could double back.

"Mmm." he growled in frustration. "Play."

Spencer and Sonya crashed into each other inside the safety of the wooden shack, nearly knocking us down like bowling pins. The Troll crouched down to peer inside the open door and locked his gaze on me. I looked into its cloudy eyes and saw something more than just a monstrous creature wanting to toss us around like ragdolls.

Even so, I quickly slammed the door shut before he could blink.

Out of nowhere, the weight of my brass cuff suddenly lightened as someone swiped the blade. I didn't even bother to look to the ground to see if it had fallen. I pivoted, eyeing Sonya who was crouched as she got to her feet. Sure enough, she gripped the blade in her palm. The sharpened metal rested near her fingers as she used the grip in the center to comfortably fit it in her grasp.

Without hesitating, she heaved it back to throw at me. As audible gasps filled the room, I lifted my cuffed arm and twisted it, drawing the blade from her grip. She hollered out in pain as the metal hurled toward the magnetic cuff and back to its rightful place. A stream of red liquid oozed from her finger as the edge had sliced the tip in the process.

Before she could lurch at me, Millie tackled her back to the ground and straddled her to pin her in place. "Get off of me." She squirmed but couldn't push Millie off.

Millie anchored Sonya's down by pressing down on her shoulders using her body weight. Through clenched teeth she demanded, "Stop fighting and I'll let you go."

In frustration, Dylan smacked his lips so loud it grabbed all our attention. "What are you doing?" he cried out. "Kill her already." When we all paused, he moved close enough to eclipsed them both and angle the sharpened stone tip of his spear at Sonya's heart.

I rushed forward to pull the makeshift spear from its target and sabotage his aim. "Hey, what are you doing?" He turned to me so quick, I lifted my cuff to remind him I had my own defense.

"This is my chance to get ahead in the game. So, if you're not gonna kill her, I will." He glanced to his brother for approval and got it when Spencer refused to butt in. But seconds went by, and the way sweat trickled down his temples and his breaths tripled brought doubt to the forefront.