Distraction

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Emilia stood at the foot of the stairs, swinging a metal chair against the bannister, making a ringing metal sound similar to that of a gong as it collided.

The attention seeking distraction was very obvious, but she was hoping that the demons were too riled up, angry and blood-hyped to thoroughly think it through.

It worked.

Seconds later, the pack of creatures tore themselves away from the door and tumbled down the stairs after the easier prey.

Emilia cursed as she saw the sheer amount of them.

Fuck, maybe she hadn't thought it through.
The contents of that kid's bag had better fucking work.

Using all of her impressive strength, she hurled the chair into the throng of creatures, hitting one midair with a bone crunching crack that shattered the chair, but seemed to take the creature out, at least for a while.

She turned tail and fled, sprinting through the hallways, step by pounding step matching with her racing heartbeat.

The monsters were inches behind her, she could practically feel their gazes on the back of her neck.

Just a little further...

She threw herself to the side, turning the corner sharply which gained her a small yet significant amount of distance.

A partially open door came up on her left, and was spurred on to pick up the pace until she reached it, sliding through the barely big enough gap.

The room was large, but with very little exits, one door and a few locked windows. Some kind of meeting room, or posh dining room, presumably.

Emilia raced to the left side, running her fingers along the wall hurriedly​, until she found it. The raised edges of a concealed closet, currently unlocked and open just a touch but practically invisible when fully closed.
She pulled it open, dived in and pulled almost shut.

Seconds later, the creatures burst into the room, practically tearing the door off its hinges as they forced themselves in.

Peering through the crack, Emilia grinned.

Then pulled the door shut.

The hair-thin thread strung to the door pulled, and somewhere along the line, something quietly clicked.

Oh, interesting, right?

No, seriously, tell me what you think!

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