The Dishonest Truth

Sticky Basilisk

It's like someone had glued me to the floor and petrified me with some sort of dark magic. Most people may believe i'm just a melodramatic idiot, but i can't find any ways to explain my situation any better. I was glued to the floor. I struggled and attempted infinite times, but my feet wouldn't concede. Dazed, i reached to touch the floor, luckily, i just slightly brushed the floor with my fingertips and by instinct, i immediately pulled back. My fingers were covered with a sticky blue substance that wouldn't come out even as i yanked with all the force my muscles allowed me to.

I was glued to the ground.

It seemed pretty obvious, but i still couldn't explain why the ground, that had been smooth and clean when i laid down, had unexpectedly been dripping the strange substance since i've gotten up. Also, where had the serpent come from? The serpent!

Dragged back to action, i got a slight glimpse of the huge monster as it launched towards me.

I felt as if time had wondrously stopped, i wasn't able to move either (not because of the sticky substance, but because time had literally frozen) but i still could think.

Here, staring at the beast from so close, i could spot the details easily. He's eyes where tiny and intense blue, almost a supernatural colour. He's skin was patterned with red stripes across his body, which looked like slashes. But below the abnormal figures. The dark green skin was slimy with a blue liquid. The glue! How come it had no effect on him?

The breath was knocked out of me as the humongous snape crashed against my skull. I fell backwards and relief made it's way through the refreshed pain. The adhesive substance had disappeared, vanished into the air.

I was on my feet in a matter of seconds, now already anticipating the second strike. With a impressive agility, i ducked as a wind brushed my hair. Announcing the basilisk had already passed. I gathered myself together hastily, but it wasn't enough.

I hit the floor with an impact that made me cry out in pain. The shriek escaped my throat before i could stop it. Making my head ache and my heart pump louder than ever. The wail turned into a fierce shout. Surprised by the wild adrenaline cursing through my body, i charged towards the monster with a cruel viciousness.

The animal was taken aback with such turn of events, i took advantage from that quick moment of hesitation and gripped his disgustingly grimy throat with all my power. I squeezed as hard as i could and turned my grip constantly. The beast had gone limp long ago, but i was too scared to let go. So i just stayed there, pressing hard into he's still skull as, once again, i got carried away by the darkness. Too exhausted to resist. I let the obscurity involve me as if it were a cape. And i wore it proudly, as if it were my saviour from any other unforeseen attack.