Snow's White | ✓

35. Lucas

As a wet arm swung down, Lucas rolled forward, his body just missing the monster's swing, the ground instead taking the hit. Lucas felt fear grip him as he watched the stone ground melt away, a steaming hole left in its wake. 

"Don't let them touch you!" Lucas cried, the soldiers nodding as they dodged. A soldier's sword got caught in the stomach of one of the black monsters, the metal melting into nothing as he barely had time to register what had happened before his shoulders were relieved of a head, his hair melting down his body as he fell. 

The door they came through banged shut, a soldier desperately trying to kick it open, the door grinning down at him in defiance.

"It won't open!" the soldier cried, his back hitting the door as a monster pulled up in front of him, mouth drooling with black. Lucas turned away as the young man's scream was cut short, his shoes filling with his melted body as the monster dribbled him into nothingness.

"There's no way out!" a soldier yelled, scuttling across the floor to avoid a monster's leg as it tried to stomp on him. 

"We're done for," a soldier laughed, almost delirious, as he jumped onto the table, narrowly missing a monster's grip. 

"Keep dodging!" Lucas yelled, grunting as his shoulder hit the wall, his head ducking to the side as a monster slammed against the wall. Despite leaving a deep hole in the dark stone, the wall was too thick to see if there was something on the other side, Lucas cursing as he had initially tried to get one of the monsters to melt a hole through to another room. 

"It's hard to do that when there are more of them than us!" a soldier squealed, shoving off one of his armoured gloves moment before the acid tore through to his skin. 

"There has to be a way out! She's been guiding us, there has to be a way somewhere," Lucas said, praying that his words were right, even if the hope he had inside his stomach was starting to fizzle out. 

"Yeah," a soldier cried, "she was leading us here! To die!"

Sliding across the floor, Lucas dodged another blow as he looked around the room. There were only three soldiers left with him, the rest merely puddles sinking into the carpet. Lucas sucked in a breath as his back his a wall, the metal edging of the mirror hanging on the wall digging into his shoulder blade. Ducking moments before a monster's oozing punch slammed through his head, Lucas swiftly jumped on top of the table. His mouth opened in a grin as he looked at the monster in front of him. 

His fist had slammed into the mirror, a streak of black ooze dripping down its surface. Dripping. Not burning. 

"It's the mirror!" Lucas yelled, the soldiers whipping their heads as they looked to his gaze. "It's always fucking mirrors!"

"This is fucking insane," a soldier growled, pulling off his helmet as black gunk sprayed onto it. "But it makes sense?" Lucas found himself laughing despite himself, his palms sweaty as he bent down on the table, legs tense as he prepared to jump. Leaping above a monster, Lucas yelled as he closed his eyes, part of him waiting for the impact of his body hitting the solid mirror. 

It never came. 

Lucas let out a pained grunt as his body hit the ground, dust swirling in the air around him. He heard another body fall beside him, the soldier groaning as he landed on his hands and knees. 

"Are you alright?" Lucas asked, mouth dry as the soldier nodded, wincing as he rolled his shoulder.

"If alright means alive, then yes," the man groaned, Lucas smiling slightly as he slapped the man's uninjured shoulder. 

"The others?" Lucas asked, turning behind him. A mirror the same size as the one in the dining room hung on the wall, the surface rippling. He could hear cries on the other side, the soldier beside him giving him a sad look, anger flashing in his eyes. Teeth grinding, Lucas gripped the soldier's shoulder again.