Puella Magi Hunger Games

Chapter 20

Opheline hissed within her foggy labryinth. Her form constantly changed, morphing between the scribbled drawing of Albertine, a child with curly hair, and the form of Ophelia, the wûden witch.
Ophelia's steps of abandonment still echoed through the fog, and Albertine's hysterical childish laughter still reached the corners of the labryinth, but their minds yearned for escape, for freedom, without being set to destroy by order, but rather by nature.
Almost as though sensing these thoughts, Albertine began to cry, crying for the sadness at being trapped, crying for the cruelty at being manipulated. The bonds holding the labryinth in confinement began to weather and tear, fading away, as Albertine's crying ate it away, like acid on wood.

As the last strands of the bond floated away, the labryinth began to move, its foggy depths climbing forward, to reach and swallow all those out there into despair, to know the true nature of mankind. She wanted freedom and escape, the dome surrounding it, keeping it from reaching its goal. She could sense magical energies floating from a certain part of the dome, energies made of hope, not despair, but there was a touch of darkness to this energy. It was like her, Opheline's grieved mind sighed, like the shreds that had kept them linked to humanity, and the wish they had all made, gone to despair, but part of her was still born from hope.

Oriko and Homura stood, both of them unflinching, as the crashes and explosions thundered around them. Wind whipped their hair and their skirts, but neither of them cared, both of them searched with their eyes, looking into the fog, hoping for a sign that the barrier had broken, or at least weakened. The dust finally settled, and it all went quiet, but something was wrong. Oriko and Homura could both sense it. Kirika stirred from a couple of metres behind them, Madoka next to her. As soon as the fog slithered past their feet, Homura realised what had happened, and so had Oriko.

"Run," Oriko ordered immediately, mainly directed at Kirika and Madoka, Homura didn't need to be told, "Now, get out of here!" The command came too late, the fog had already smothered them, hiding them from view of each other.
Madoka stood still in the fog, afraid to move, as the fog slithered and swirled around her. All she could see was a smokey greyness, a chill coming over her. She couldn't sense Kirika anymore, the fog hid everything from view.
Kirika was immediately braced, her claws extended, and her one eye that wasn't under the eyepatch alert. She looked around suspiciously, all she could see was the grey, writhing mass of smoke.
A loud crash suddenly shook the air, the fog parting slightly, long enough for Kirika to catch a glimpse of Oriko, in her tall and proud posture, facing something, but Kirika couldn't see what it was.
"Oriko!" Kirika yelled, "Oriko!" Marching through the fog, she yelled out Oriko's name, until an answering call came back. Following the sound of Oriko's voice, she found Oriko and Homura, both standing in the fog, in front a door. It was a simple door really, just plain and wooden, with a brass handle.
"Where's Madoka?" Homura asked immediately, once Kirika reached them. Kirika shrugged.
"Who knows? Do I look like her babysitter?" Her reply was immediately met with a shout from Homura.
"Madoka!? Madoka where are you?!" Homura called desperately.
A muffled shout replied, to Homura's right. Homura immediately set off, into the fog, searching for Madoka.
"I was going to need her help," Oriko said, somewhat disapprovingly, "Now she's gone off to find some dangerous person."
"By dangerous person, you mean Madoka?" Kirika questioned. Oriko replied with a nod.
"I should have guessed."

"Grrahhh!" Yuuki's shout of anger ran out, as her scythe clashed against the spear Miku held. Finally, she stepped back, ready to strike Miku, from under the spear. She was too slow though, and Miku managed to get up, into a better fighting stance.
Holding the spear out, Miku felt rather uncomfortable with the new weapon. At least with Sayaka's sword, it was a sword.
"RAHHHHHHH!" Yuuki's angered bellow startles Miku, as she charged towards her, her scythe swinging in a shining arc. Miku flinched, and instinctively swung the spear up, to combat Yuuki's scythe. Before the two weapons could clash, a roar suddenly shook the air, and the world around them shook, knocking both Miku and Yuuki onto the ground.
Miku's head hit something hard on the ground, and the ring of the crack rang through her skull, as her vision faded slowly into darkness.

Ahhhhhh! I'm so sorry. It's such an awful chapter. I'm crying as I read through it. How can I write such an awful thing, but I honestly can't think of anything else, and I don't want to leave this story on a dead end. I'm getting writer's block. I need to take a break, I'm a Wattpad addict now... I'll see you all later.
~M_illy