School of Claw| #Wattys2016

ATTACK! -Oreo-

I knelt in the shadows of a table in the dining hall. My breathing was slow and choppy. Outside people were fighting for me, Drake, Nevaeh, and everyone else in the whole dimension. I needed to help too. I couldn't let the world crumble while I sat in a musty broom closet.

No one must know I'm here. As I said, the broom closet was where I was supposed to stay. The bloody broom closet! I felt bad ditching Drake, but duty calls. And I couldn't stand the stench of dust and lemon polish. And Drake had beans for lunch.

I WILL disobey them.

Also I did not want to smell the putrid stench of Drake's gas.

I wore a tight black Spi suit that I stole from the wardrobe earlier. Thank god it was enchanted to blend with shadow, or I would be quite literally dead at the moment. My Dark Emerald claws seemed to have an ominous glow to them. It was quite creepy, and maybe had to do with the war outside. But I let the tingling creeps out of my system. I thought about Mr. Squiggles, which lifted my spirits almost immediately.

I took in another breath. The lunchtime leftovers wafted into my nostrils. Taco meat, lettuce, and sour cream. Taco Tuesday was not my favorite, I enjoy a nice crumpet and a cup of lukewarm tea for a snack. Americans could be a little strange sometimes, biscuits were so much better than tacos, especially if they were chocolate chip. A blood curdling scream snapped me back to reality, and I realized that I skipped lunch today. I was quite hungry.

But the scream also reminded me of my mission. Get outside, kill some demons, save the day in all my British glory. Then I barrel rolled to another shadow. And I darted to the next, and the next, until I was at the giant wooden doors that lead to the school corridors.

The halls were mysterious that night. No students milled through to get to their studies, bumping and shoving the weak ones to the ground. I caught a few scratches that damaged the stone walls. They dripped with green acid, which seemed to be eating at the walls. Red Cloaks. They had already been here.

Torches strapped to the walls blazed. They crackled and fizzled, barely illuminating the corridor. I kept walking until the hall's torches were gone. All of them had been blown out. I hastily tumbled to a lit one, where I snatched it and continued my journey to kill. And dominate.

I was quick on my feet, dodging anything that looked suspicious. I caught a few magic quicksand traps. There were also a few black holes, and a couple more poisonous dents on the walls. Obviously placed by the Red Cloaks. But I brushed it off, those silly tricks were nothing to Claws. Then, the creepy part came.

Bodies, blood, and bone littered the ground. I noticed a few kids from class, Becky, Dan, Alex, all dead. Their heads were torn from their necks, eyeballs were on the floor, and other things I would rather not say. Dried out blood dribbled from their noses from fists to the face. Now, I realized this threat might be too large for me. Maybe I should have stayed with gassy Drake in the old broom closet.

But I knew it was too late to turn back now. I had got myself in this mess, and now there was no getting out. I kicked the hardwood doors open and scanned the plains of my once-peaceful school.

I heard shouts from the battlefield. People screamed in agony as red hooded Red Hoods tore them to the bone. Claws slashed against the blood-red cloaks of the demons. Exactly what I would do. And was going to do.

I emerged from the shadows and yelled a ferocious battle cry. Well, as ferocious as, "FOR MR. SQUIGGLES!" gets. As I screamed my words of wisdom, I could hear the rest of the Spis yell, "Seriously Oreo?!" Some of them also face palmed, but I could care less about their bloody opinions on my cry.

But the bad part soon followed. Millions of Red Hoods heard my call, so now I was surrounded by the sick demons. I sheathed my claws and swiped the first dozen until they were only shadow. The others whipped around, their red cloaks flittering in the wind.

The next few tried to snatch me and sink their teeth into my head, but they were quite slow. "Hey demons!" I called, "Pick up your groggy pace!"

All of their yellow eyes flickered with anger, and they started swiping at me, more vigorous this time. I thought I was doing quite good, well, until the bloody Red Hoods seemed to multiply. They came at me, all at once with their crooked teeth and claws.

One nicked my arm, making a giant gash appear. Blood started to cascade down my arm. "Aaauuugghhh!" I writhed in pain. A soft, whispery laugh echoed through the crowd. They could laugh? was all I thought. The creatures turned back to me. Uh oh...the bloody things could read minds apparently.

I slashed through a few, trying to break free of their trap. But they surrounded me. All I could see was red. "HELP!" I cried. I hoped at least one soul would hear me. No one did. Then I thought of Nevaeh, always filled with team spirit, and Drake, with his dorky ways. "HIYA! Ha!" I slashed through two Red Hoods. Their smoke blurred my vision quite a lot, but that didn't stop me.

Soon enough, I was through.

At least I thought.

A brave Wolf toppled onto me. Its poison saliva dripped onto my suit. Good thing it's made of flexible titanium, or I would have been in quite the pickle, I thought. "Um, excuse me," I nagged, "but that is no way to treat a lady. Rubbing your acid spit on my shirt, not very gentlemanly of you." The demon growled, barring its yellow teeth. Then it slashed at my good arm. It cut through the flexible titanium! Its claws dug deep into my shoulder, making crimson liquid spill from the cut.

"HELP!" I cried. Then I saw a figure swoop down from the evening sky. And you'll never guess who it was. In all his chicken-dude glory, there came Drake. I would have laughed if I wasn't writhing in pain, because seriously, he looked like a chicken man with those wings.

"Chicken Man!" I yelled, "Save me!"

Drake gave me one last scowl before chopping the demon into smoke.

"You would have died if it wasn't for me," he replied coldly.

"Hey! Lighten up Chicken Man, I'm not in the mood for your tantrums."

"Don't call me that."

"Fine, Paragliding Poultry."

"Ugh, I can never get a break, can I?"

"Nope."

Drake helped me up. For a scrawny boy, he was quite strong. "Thanks," I said, and he only nodded. Than I saw a girl, about my age, in a fiery orange dress that was quite too gaudy for my taste. I immediately thought, Nevaeh.

I smiled and nodded to her, making eye contact with her deep brown irises. She smiled back, acknowledging me. Nevaeh did the same to Drake. Luckily, the bloody idiot smirked with reply, treating my friend better than me. Someone has a bit of a crush! I thought with glee. But I had no time to fangirl (yes, I ship Dravaeh) it was now time.

We were all together, and the real fight was about to begin.