The Forbidden Children (on hold)

Chapter 2

Molly

 That had been the day they left-two, maybe three weeks ago? Ever since then, life had been hell for all three of them. It seemed like they couldn't get two steps without some horrible demon-thing trying to kill them, always screeching at an earsplitting volume. All three of the kids had already been wounded in some way by the demons, and Molly was certain that if any of them had tried to do this alone, they'd be dead.

 Molly walked down a tiny road surrounded by trees, her friends behind her. She kept her eyes fixated on the road ahead, thinking about all that had happened. This was insane. This was so ridiculously insane.

Reilly had received a gash across her stomach from a flying old woman with bat wings, who'd been wielding a whip. Reilly had dived in front of Dylan, who would have been killed as he'd already gotten his knee bashed in, the kneecap probably shattered, by a previous attack- a lady in a truck who'd claimed to want to help. When they'd  refused to get in, the lady had transformed into another of the things that had attacked them in the hallway on the first day-the creature with one eye. She'd pulled what appeared to be a pointed bronze pipe out of the backseat, and swung it at Dylan's knee, hitting her mark. Molly had kicked the woman back inside the truck, and impaled her with the same pipe. In doing so, she'd wrenched her shoulder badly. The thing had exploded into gold dust, just as both the boy and the secretary that attacked Reilly that first day had too.

  Now the two friends were walking side by side down an empty road.

 "We're almost there" Dylan announced.

 Molly glanced at him. He was carrying an unconscious Reilly in his arms. A few hours earlier, Reilly had gotten attacked again. She'd been the focus of this monster, and nothing the other two did would distract it. Dylan had managed to kill it in the end, but Reilly had already suffered a blow to her head. Dylan was now carrying Reilly as well as the map.

 "I can take that map for you," Molly offered.

Reluctantly, he handed over the map and adjusted his hold on Reilly.

"Another ten minutes of walking and we should be there." he noted.

"What exactly is there?" Molly wondered aloud.

Dylan shrugged and limped forward, obviously in pain.

"'I'm surprised," Molly said, glancing at her friend.

"What are you surprised about?" he asked. "You know, other than the whole 'monsters' thing."

"Your knee is completely busted, and you're still carrying Reilly."

Dylan shrugged. "She's one of my best friends and she couldn't walk two steps without falling. She's probably concussed. If it were you, I'd carry you too."

"Dylan, I know, but I can see it's seriously hurting you."

Dylan shrugged again, but never replied. They walked in silence until a cackle resonated from the forest.

Dylan cursed under his breath. Molly felt like she was going to be sick. She knew there was no way they could live through this attack. Even if Reilly had been up and fighting, they were all injured and completely exhausted. Dylan turned to her, with a hopeless expression. It was clear that he knew what was going to happen, too.

"Well then," he said. "Let's go out fighting."

 He limped to the side of the road and laid Reilly's limp body on the ground, before heading back to Molly and standing by her side.

He gave her a half-smile. "Clan Sass Masters till the end." he said, his voice a mix of desperation and fear.

The smell of rain filled Molly's nostrils. Molly wanted to break down and cry. She'd always loved the rain, but never thought she'd be killed by an insane bat lady in it. The lady swooped out of the forest, cackling, and began circling overhead. Dylan glanced back at Reilly, tilted his face towards the sky, closed his eyes and began muttering a silent prayer. Molly closed her eyes and hoped that, by some miracle, they'd get out of this one. The rain started coming down in sheets. Molly half smiled and half choked on a sob. She didn't want to die. Not now. Not like this.