Dragon Blood (pack fanfic)

Chapter eight

(Unknown POV)

I barrel down the path as the white and black monster chases me. I run at a full sprint to try and get away. I seem to be widening the gap between us. I turn to look back at the monster when I crash into someone. We both fall to the ground, and I'm find that I'm laying on top of a thing with brown hair and brown eyes. I can also see hints of orange in the hair. I roll off of him and jump to my feet to keep running. But I do turn back to confirm that two boys that look the same as the one I mocked down were helping him up. Aren't those the ones a saw with Vikk? No time for questions right now!

I skid and turn into the space between two boxes. That fall cost me a lot of time. I look back to see if the monster is behind me, but I smack straight into a wall. I fall back and land on my but. I'm slightly dazed as someone wearing black enters the area. I panic and lurch to my feet to start scaling the wall. My feet find little cracks that I use to push myself up. I grab onto a handhold just as something starts tugging at the cloth of my pants.

     I growl and refuse to be tugged down. They guy changes his grip to around my waist, and tries to pull me down that way. I can hear him yelling at me, but he really starts shrieking when I left him off the ground. I get another few inches before I hear more footsteps beside us. Another set of arm grab me. My left foot looses its grip, and I fall down while skinning both my hands.

     I wiggle and squirm underneath the two of them. I manage to kick one off of me and lunge to my feet. A third tackles me back to the ground. I growl and sink my teeth into his arm. He shrieks and rips his arm away. I get out for underneath him and get  a little ways away before three more enter the cramped area. Six!? Well, here goes nothing. I start running straight the three new ones. They slow down a little in surprise at my approach. I get within arm distance before turning to the side and kicking off the wall.

     I sail over the three of them. My hands are just about to touch the ground, and I get ready to roll. That's when one grabs my foot. He tugs, and my face hits the ground. I taste blood. The three of them pin me to the ground, but even then I manage to almost wiggle free. I say almost, because the three form earlier have finally decided to join the party. It takes five of them to hold me down. The other speaks into a little black box.

They put hard rings on my wrist, also tying a thick rope around them. They pull my arms behind my back and tie the other end of the rope to my ankles. I growl and hiss at them the entire time. But all my kicking is useless when two of them lift me off the ground open the side of the monster to feed me to it. I whimper and lean away from the opening. This seems to confuse the six of them. Well dah, who wants to be eaten.

I'm set inside of the monster and closed in. It's a lot dryer then I would have thought. I can hear one of the six black-wearing creatures get in it the front of the monster. A wall of black....... something separates me from him. The monster lurches forward as we start moving. It is taking me back to its nest? I need to escape! I wiggle and struggle at the rope tying my hands and feet beside my back. The rope digs into my skin as I use my fingers to pull my hands free. I can see them bleeding, now that they're free. The metal rings are still there. I bite down on them and naw on the loops. Ouch, that hurt. I stop chewing on it and simply hold it in my mouth. My throat gets hot, and fire blossoms into my mouth. The rings melt and leave a metallic taste on my tongue. I spit it out on the bottom of the monster. I then untie the rope still wrapped around my ankles.

Now that that's over with....... what now? The monster suddenly stops moving, and I slide forward. Are we at the nest!? I'll only have one shot at escaping, now. I crouch on the raised surface, muscles tense to spring forward. The side swings open, and I launch myself forward. I slam into someone and we both go sprawling to the ground. My bloody wrists leave a streak of red on the ground. I immediately lurch to my feet and blindly bolt for freedom. I hear the creatures shout and try to chase after me, but I'm much faster then them.

I hear a loud click before I feel something sharp hit my shoulder. I don't stop though. Even as dark spots start fill my vision, I run back out into the sunlight. My limbs are starting to feel heavy and slow, but I keep running. I twist and turn down the tight spaces between the boxes. I trip and fall over a bag of rotting stuff. My vision is almost gone, and I feel like I'm about to pass out. I quickly crawl behind a bin of rotting stuff. I'm pinned against it and a big box when unconsciousness finally claims me.