I watched in awe and the gears and chains change to nothing. They become smoke and fog. After hundreds of times I am still amazed by the wonder of this gate. I move my hand ford to push the gate with my good hand, the arm that is not torn into shreads.
The smoke from the chains come and greats my hand. The vapor softly wraps around my fingers. It weaves through my fingers.
I look over to Jack to find him on the floor with eyes wide.
"Remember the story? The one with Natural. That was her hand."
I never thought eyes could bulge as much as his. I turn away, not sparing an eye roll as I turn my attention back to the gate.
The gate started to crack open when I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look up to find Jack resting a hand on my shoulder. I raise my eyebrows and attempt to get out of his grip. Key word attempt.
Jack realizes what my struggle was ment for and he gave me pleading eyes. His mesmerizing eyes seemed enhance color and depth from the last time I saw them.
"I've been trough a lot. Let me have some support." Jack stated. I attempt to raise my bleeding arm.
The only thing I can muster is a raised eyebrow. I shiver as Jack strings an arm around my shoulder and he steps forward, not a pleasant shiver. As the sudden unexpected movement my arm screams out in pain and agony. I try my hardest to show no pain or emotion. After all I am still alive, that's good, right?
We step into the pale light that bathes the stormy black walls of the hall with shimmering golden light, making the eerie hall almost enchanting. We trug forward. Not wanting to get swallowed up in the empty darkness that surrounds us.
