Demons Have Feelings Too

Chapter 5: The Junkyard

        Am I really about to break into a junkyard in the middle of the night with three demons and a witch? I asked myself, as we slipped through the gap in the fence. Yep. 

      The group decided to bring me along, not wanting to leave me all alone at home. And I might have begged to come with, a little.

     We stalked around piles of discarded metal, wood, plastic,  junked cars, and various other junked items with only a couple flashlights and the moonlight to cut through the darkness. 

             Hayden continued studying the tracker on her tablet, searching for the source of magic in the area. The litter on the ground crunched under our feet and I could hear the breathing of the others, their puffs of breath showing against the cold. Finally, the tracker located the source.

“Oh, holy sh-”

“Shhh,” Hayden shushed me.

     Before us laid a large, reptilian creature.

     That’s a fucking dragon! I had to cover my own mouth from screaming out of both excitement and fear. Fucking dragons exist!... oh no, fucking dragons exist and one’s right here!

     The dragon was curled up on a pile of shiny trinkets and pieces of metal, with some ripped up car seats and other soft debris for cushioning beneath its large body. Its scales were as dark as the night sky, with only contrasting trims of gold here and there to make it more visible. The beast’s wings covered its back like a large blanket. The spines that poked out along the wings and back looked soft, rather than bony. Even its wings looked as smooth as silk. Puffs of smoke left its nostrils as it breathed in and out, soft snores apparent. 

    “What are we gonna do? That’s a fucking dragon,” I whispered to Carmen.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure Hayden has a plan. We’ll be okay” she reassured me, sending a small smile my way. I could feel heat rise to my cheeks. Hayden started to softly step beside us, taking the lead.

“Okay everyone, I have no plan so we’re just going to wing it,” Hayden softly spoke, ruining the current moment. We all choked up in surprise at her admission and our situation at the moment. 

“I can do with winging it,” Daemeon shrugged and popped his neck. Gross sound, gross sound. He continued on to sneak, flanking the right side of the dragon. Hayden simply shrugged and followed suit, turning off her flashlight and flanking the other side.

     “Nope, I am staying right here. There is no way I am getting eaten by a dragon,” I protested against the situation. Filtch was already running up behind Daemeon.

     Carmen, however, stayed with me. “Hey, don’t worry. I’ll stay right beside you and make sure you won’t get hurt. Okay?” She smiled at me once again and I simply nodded in response. We soon followed Hayden’s lead. Why did I ask to come along, again?

     As we sneaked our way over to Hayden, the dragon snorted in its sleep, waking itself up. Its eyelids drooped but slowly blinked to alertness, consciousness making itself known in the dragon’s golden eyes. We all scattered as silently as we could to hide behind whatever cover we could find. I couldn’t see where the others went, I could only feel Carmen crouching beside me behind a rotted couch as we hid.

      The creature rose up from the ground, stretching out like a cat, a much deadlier, much bigger, much scalier cat. Its wings stretched out at their full length and the beast let out a silent yawn before it began stalking the junkyard.