Eggwars (A NewScapeSquad Fanfiction)

Nineteen: More Dangerous Than it Sounds

Cory

With Tommy back, things were finally looking up for us. No egg to eggsit and one less team member, we had to play our cards safely. Me and Nick began to slowly creep to center. My heart was pounding out of my chest as I fixer my broken glasses, which were beginning to slide off my nose. All was quiet except for the slight noise our feet made when in contact with the cyan material underneath us. I suddenly began to think about how lucky we were that this material was strong. We would be dead if it wasn't.

If it wasn't strong, me and Nick would've plummeted to our deaths, the blackness of the void gobbling us up, never being able to come back, see our families. Ever. I shuddered at the thought, but soon we made it across. Nick let out a breath I didn't think he knew he was holding. "Okay. To insure we get all the emeralds for ourselves, we're gonna have to break the other teams bridges to center. Can you do that, Cory?" Nick asked me, handing me an iron pickaxe. It felt heavy in my hands and I was struggling to hold it, thought I wont admit that.

"Yep." I stated simply, walking over to the bridge green team had made. I raised the pickaxe over my shoulder and swung, the green material barely breaking. I cursed to myself and repeated this action. It took a total of six swings to break one block. My arms felt like they were gonna fall off, my lungs were on fire, my hands crying out and pleading for me to drop the pickaxe. Only one block and I was already exhausted. I wanted to drop the pickaxe. I wanted to drop it and just go back to base and sleep.

Then I remembered why I was here. I was here to fight for my life. In life or death, you have to step out of your comfort zone. So, I lifted my pickaxe and began to chip away at the second block. Third. Fourth. Fifth. I was now crouching at the side of the cliff, feeling small and exposed to the void below, my legs and balance the only thing keeping me alive as I stretched my arm as far as it could go, desperately trying to reach the sixth block. I know nobody would be able to make this jump, but still.

It then happened. I lost my balance. Panic and fear coursed through my whole body. Human instincts kicked in. I raised the pickaxe and slammed it into the sixth block. My pickaxe was wedged securely in the green block, I was holding on desperately to it, eyes shut tight, trying to wish myself away from this horrid situation. I looked behind me and saw Nick. "Cory! I dont have blocks! Hang tight, buddy, Ill come back!" Nick whisper-yelled to me, running backto our base. I felt smaller than ever and very helpless, dangling here like this.

The void was calling my name, easing me to let go. For a moment, I even felt my grip on my pickaxe slip. My eyes widened and my tight grip quickly came back. After a few more seconds, I felt it. I was slipping. I slid down to where I was barely holding on to the handle anymore. I was hyperventilating, doing everything in my power to try and keep my grip. I heard running behind me. Looking up, I saw Nick. "Cory!" He whisper-yelled again. "Hang tight! I just need to get more down there!"

"No, I thought I was gonna let go." I sassily shot back. I could feel Nick's eyeroll as he came more down to my level. Eventually, he outstretched his hand. I let go, and desperately clung onto his hand. It was a struggle, but he eventually pulled me onto the cyan material and to safety. "Nick, thank you." I said, giving him a small hug. Eventually, we were back on the grass of center. I was laying on it and panting, complaining about how scary it was. "Change of plans. Cory, you collect emeralds, Ill destroy bridges." I nodded in agreement.

What a plan this is turning out to be.