Blackstone

An Assassin Strikes

A skull formed out of the black mist. Its leering face pressed up against mine and grinned. Hot breath, foul and sick, like the air of a coffin wafted over me. I could feel the skull's malevolent intent. Its delight at my suffering and death.

            I reached over the side of the bed and grasped one of my boots. Carrie's bed was directly across the room. I had one chance to wake her up.

            With my consciousness fading out, I threw the boot across the room. It sailed through the air and smacked Carrie in her chest.

            Carrie bolted up, groggy and disoriented. She peered around the room and gasped when she saw the black cloud.

           Carrie leaped out of the bed, clasped her hands together, closed her eyes and muttered a few words. A blinding ball of light built in her hands, until its radiance illuminated every inch of our room.

            I felt the black skull cloud release its grip and I fell back onto the bed, choking and gasping for air, cradling my hands to my bruised throat.

            Carrie stepped forward into the room's center. She held the ball of light high above her head. The black cloud shrank away in fear. "Back to the Shadows from which you came. Back!" she commanded.

            The skull cloud shrieked a high piercing wail of defiance and swept towards Carrie.         

            Streams of blinding light pulsed from Carrie's fingertips. The streams shot toward the cloud and enveloped it in a circle of light. With a shriek of rage, the cloud dissipated back into thin air.

            Carrie rushed to my bedside. "Eliza are you all right?"

            I sat up and rubbed my sore throat. "I think so," I croaked out.

            Lights switched on in the hallway and I heard the sound of running feet. David rushed into the room, closely followed by Nicole and B'Zide, who had to stoop to squeeze his seven foot tall frame into the room.

            "What happened?" David asked Carrie. I was surprised to see how concerned he sounded.

            "I woke up and Eliza was being attacked by a Dark Entity. I dispersed it with a level five Psionic Light Attack," Carrie explained.

            Recruits from the other teams appeared at the door. A tall athletic looking boy asked what was going on.

            "Everyone get back to your rooms," Nicole ordered, "There's been an incident, but we'll take care of it."

            "B'Zide, she needs help," David said and pointed at my bruised throat.

            B'Zide knelt beside me. He waved one of his hands over my throat and a pale blue light streamed from his hand.

            A cool, healing sensation swept over me and I felt my throat relax and open up. I swallowed and nodded my thanks to B'Zide who patted me on the shoulder.

            "Only minor bruising. No permanent damage, thank goodness. You were very fortunate, me dear."

            "Thanks to, Carrie," I said.

            "You would have done the same for me," Carrie said.

            David paced around the room. He whipped out his Razor and shot off a quick text. "I'm letting Colonel Nash know about this. This was the work of a highly advanced psionic."