Crossroads of Two Worlds

2- Pure Confusion

(Maya pictured above- at current age)
"One will die and three survive. On gold and silver and lightning thrive. A leader old, heroes new, choose to fight or choose to die, choose to shout or choose to cry."

I spoke hesitantly, beginning to back up more, "Uh.... okay? I'm gonna go to the other doors... I'll see you uh, later."

I turned around but ran right into another body. Since my nonexistent luck had run out, the body had to be Marcus, now fully recovered from his "unfortunate" collision with the stair rail. I'd been hoping that he would create a Marcus-sized hole in the blue metal of the staircase like in movies, shame. But something... strange was happening to him. His bulbous nose was morphing into an even bigger, more disfigured lump. It could never be considered a human facial feature of any sort, resembling a badly skinned potato more than anything. His vomit-green eyes were slowly turning a pitch black similar to Mr. Meekson's, but his weren't empty and emotionless. They were full of fiery rage. His normally grotesque face was magnified. I feebly hoped that his swelling face was a result of my bloody brilliant kick, but this was not normal swelling. The rest of his body followed suit, his jeans soon becoming two feet too short and his shirt ripping right down the middle to expose an amount of chest hair that no junior high boy should ever have.

Admittedly, I was frightened (not just by the chest hair), so I tried to skirt around the Marcus-monster- wannabe thing, aiming for the door behind him. He blocked my path and grinned evilly (it was really more like a grimace or a snarl, no one could grin with those teeth), "Did you really think you could hide from me? Daughter of Zeus," he spat out with disgust.

I blinked, "Uh, one, brush your teeth, you smell like you've been gargling sewer water. Two, what did you just call me? Zeus? As in the Greek lightning dude?"

He snarled, forcing another waft of the worst breath I'd ever smelled to permeate the air, "Daughter of Zeus."

I choked on his vile smell. I smirked when I could breathe again, feeling more confident than I had been earlier, mostly because there was no way this guy was sane, "I just knew you had mental problems. Now it's confirmed. By both me and the possessed janitor."

He growled and launched himself at me, but was stopped by a golden dagger that embedded itself into his stomach.

It was thrown by a girl who stood in the entryway to the area. She was young, and her arm was still outstretched from the throw. Not having known that the girl would be there, I had already hit the tile floor when Marcus halted. I groaned quietly as I stood, my knees throbbing from the impact with the tile. I was eleven going on seventy.

Marcus had his attention solely on the girl, and because of this, I was given time to observe her. She had blonde, shoulder-length hair tied in a braid and sea-green eyes set in a harsh glare. If she hadn't been wearing torn clothes, a severe glare of hatred, and occasional splatters of blood, I'd have thought she was a pageant girl, she had that look.

If I were the target of that glare, I might've run away with no regrets. But Marcus, it seemed, was not fazed. I'd have thought that the dagger would have him on the floor by now, but Marcus pulled the dagger out of his stomach without even a wince of pain. The even stranger bit, was that the blood flowing was golden, not crimson. I guess biology class forgot something in the curriculum.

Then the wound was moments ago gaping and giving a view of his intestines, was healed. I couldn't explain it to you if I was the one being stabbed, the hole the knife had been in... gone. The golden liquid stopped streaming from his body and he snarled again, at no one in particular. His teeth were yellow and his tongue black, disgusting as it was, and as he grew increasingly angrier, his eyes turned a color darker than a starless night. When he looked up to glare at the new warrior princess she didn't flinch, just waited for his next move and stood ready to launch into action.