Fire's Last Descendant

Chapter 11

          ••• Chapter 11 •••

       "Woah, Sam!" Chase says. "What's with you?"

       "Gashadokuro army. Aswang. Coming! My ears. Still ringing!" Sam breathes out.

       Callan and Chase both gasp and jump off of the couch. They run to the kitchen (which, I forgot to mention, has another secret door that leads to the training arena and has cabinets filled with weapons and food) and return with weapons.

       "Gabby, stay in! You don't have enough training!" Callan yells.

       "But I wanna help!" I cry out, sounding like a five-year old that's so intent on helping her mother bake the cake. I jump over the side of the couch and trot after them.

       "Gabby, seriously, stay in here," Callan repeats. She disappears from the doorway, following her brother and friend. The door slams behind them, and blends into the wall.

       "Yeah, not gonna happen," I say to no one in particular. I run to the kitchen and searched the cupboards for a sword. As I search for a sword, I avoid the sharp tips of javelins and maces to the best of my ability.

       Next to the pack of ramen noodles, I spot a dagger. The small weapon rests in its black sheath with the odd orangey-red pattern on the side. I grab the dagger, place it on the counter, and keep looking for a sword.

       Soon, I find a sword in the lower cabinets where the sink supplies are. The blade is rusted and old, but I can tell it is still sharper than ever.

       After placing the sword on the cabinet to the dagger and run back to my room. I find my leather jacket on a hook behind the door. I slip the jacket on over the light violet tank top and run back to the kitchen. After stuffing the dagger inside a pocket in the jacket and finding a good way to hold the sword, I run out of the safe house.

       Gabby, you do realize you just endangered yourself, a voice says inside my head. I ignore it and run after the sound of roaring and the even fainter sound of clashing swords.

       After about two minutes, I find Sam sticking her sword into a gashadokuro into space between two ribs in it's ribcage, right where it's heart would be. Callan was dodging the rain of falling bones while trying to get to a familiar looking creature. Chase is nowhere to be found, and I hope that he hasn't been eaten. Suddenly, a figure drops from the trees onto a gashadokuro's skull, knocking it off. The beast crumples into a pile of bones, and Chase rides it down. At the ground, he sees me.

       "Gabby! We told you to stay inside!"

       "I'm not the best at following rules," I call out. My voice gets the attention of several living gashadokuros.

       "Fire," their raspy, hoarse voices say. "Find it. Fire. Get it. Fire. Kill it!"

       Crap, I think. One lurches towards my feet. Quickly, I search for a branch, and find myself out of luck. So now I have two choices: to run for my life and die trying, or try to stab it and die trying. Either way, I am so dead.

       Although the sword and dagger are rather light, I do not think of running. Instead, I hold out my sword with both hands and wait for something (though I'm not too sure what I'm waiting for). The gashadokuro's skeletal body is skidding on the ground to my feet. Right before his head touches my toes, I jump as high up as I can. When I go back down, I land at the top of its head, bringing my sword down through the bone.

       "Ooh," I say to myself. Two more gashadokuros are making their way towards me standing on top of the skull. I jump off of the creature and run towards them. When one of them bends over to kill me, I jump onto one of it's ribs and stick my sword through the spot where it's heart would be.