Mages And Dragons

Trapped

I was trapped. Trapped in the dark room with the little light bulb dangling by a thread in the center. Trapped with the man who thought would help me, but instead wants to kill me for his own greedy needs. Trapped, and no certain way of escape. The same fear I felt in that strange forest was the same fear I felt at that very moment, rising from the pit of my stomach and strangling my throat, making it harder to breathe. Mr. Mcmain had his arms casually folded and laughed a mocking, terrible laugh, as if this were all a game to him, and I had barely a hit left until I lost.

"You are absolutely stupid, aren't you?" he spat at me, "Trusting a strange woman who visits your household, whisks you away from your 'oh so dreadful life' to a place in the sky in a silly little box? You've only made things absolutely perfect for us. You're ours now. And when we get to cutting you open, Semora and the bottom grounds that is your home is done for, and there'll be nothing left but a league of supremacy and tyranny. And there is nothing anyone can do."

"We?" I managed to choke out, "There are more of you beasts here?"

His reply had a mocking, dark tone to it, "Well of course. I can't be he only one pursuing your power. Though I do not organize this little group. There are several of us in this school, for your inquiry. And our leader, of course, will be watching your every move as you play their little game of death."

Before I could ask who this leader was, Mr. Mcmain had began to smolder undeniable rage in his eyes, and through a transformation of glass-shattering screams and inhuman noises, he had turned into something unbelievably terrifying and savage. His height, body mass, muscles, limbs, everything had doubled, possibly tripled in size. His eyes flared a black and scarlet and his teeth and newly transformed claws can put swords to shame. His legs were somewhat stunted, and eventually savage Mr. Mcmain went on all fours, clawing at the floor and now defined walls. His eyes burned a bloody red that I was able to see that the walls stretched out to make a more-than-snug room, like a cage for a giant beast. Like a cage for Mr. Mcmain. The next realization I had was that the door behind me was nearly a few centimeters from a corner in the cage-like room, and then I truly knew I was trapped. Trapped with a savage Mr. Mcmain, ready to slash my face off and tear me open mercilessly.

The beast let out a sickening, ear-bleeding shriek, similar to the creature in the nightmare, but a few hundred decibels louder. I wanted to let out my own scream from the shot of pain and ringing left in my ears after the beast's scream, but fear had seemed to take my voice and strangle my peace and sanity. I could hear my heart's loud, abnormal thuds, ready to burst out of my chest at any given moment. Or was that this power inside me. I couldn't tell, nor did I have the serenity to ponder on it.

Without warning he charged at me, a rabid dog, a famished lion released from his cage to kill the warriors for the king's pleasure, he charges at me at full speed. My sudden quick thinking was faster somehow, and I gripped the air and pulled up at an undefined, invisible object in the air in front of me. The ground below me shook and trembled, and lifted up just a little higher than the beast. Even with the mass that I had upraised blocking my view, the loud crash of body mass and rock made the ground beneath me shake violently, almost knocking me off my feet. With the beast temporarily stunned, I had very little time to plan my next move. A sharp and agonizing pain shot through my fingers down to my wrist, and I then felt a cold, metal-feeling, invisible object poking at the palm of my hand. My fingers gripped around the object, discovering it to be a handle of some sort. My last few seconds of curiosity were over, and the beast managed to bring down the massive wall with balls of fists. As if second nature, I held the handle and lifted up. The object was heavy and I had struggle lifting it up, but to my surprise, a weapon had materialized into my hand. The handle could fit both my hands, and the blade gleamed against the light shining from the little light bulb and the beast's eyes.