Dream Nightmare

Chapter 7

  

Chapter Seven

Around the trophy case are twenty of them, all armed with a knife. That’s way too many, we can’t fight our way through them. Alright, I have to think of a plan to try to impress Christina.

“Envy, I have a plan,” she says. Wow, how could I not think of one before her?

“So what’s the plan?” I asked, still looking towards the trophy case.

“It’s not really a plan. But it’s the best I can come up with. Notice how the two closest to us are turned around, while all the others are facing left or right. None of them are even looking in our direction.”

“I don’t get it.”

“Ha-ha, you’re adorable. My plan is to rush them now, and take out the two turned around,” She looks into my eyes, and again I immediately look away, still nervous.

“What do we do after that?”

“Well… That’s what we’ll have to come up with on the spot. Let’s go!” I follow her to the end of the path we’re on and then onto the football field. The concession stand with the trophy case is to our right, all the way down the field, right behind the field goal. The trophy case is on the right side of the concession stand.

None of the demon elves even notice us, and that’s crazy because if I was one of them, I’d be the best guard. I look to Christina and nod, and we both take off running towards them. Once we are by the field goal, we swing our arm – the one with the metal ball – forward and each of us cast a lightning bolt that connects with the back of the two elves facing away from us. They drop to the ground, lifeless.

The other eighteen elves turn towards us. They now know we’re here. “What now?” I ask Christina. You idiot, why did you say that? She’s never gonna be impressed with you.

“Run!” she yells, and we take off running towards the fifty yard line. As we’re running we keep shooting lightning back at them over our shoulder. The lightning just sparks as it hits them, causing no damage. It was useless. If we wanted to kill them, we would have to shoot them from behind. But there were so many, how do we get behind them?

At the fifty yard line, as we turn to face them, I notice how slow they are compared to us. That can be used to our advantage, but still, if they caught us, our life would be over. Christina shoots another lightning bolt connecting with the elf running in the front, who was just now crossing the twenty yard line. Nothing happened.

“Envy, I’m out of ideas. We can’t just run from them forever. Do you have a better plan than mine?”

Now was my chance to impress her. “Actually I do have an idea. Hold on one second. Keep them distracted until I get back.”

“Alright,” she says.

“I’ll be right back.” I turn around and run towards the concession stand on the opposite side of the field as the one with the trophy stand. Next to this concession stand are the bathrooms. I needed something that was in there in order for my plan to work.

I run into the boys’ bathroom and curse under my breath. It wasn’t there. Maybe the girls’ bathroom had what I needed. I sprint over there and go inside the door. Ewe this is gross. I hate the girl’s bathroom, but it has what I need. Above the sink, on the wall, is a mirror. I rip it from the wall, tearing the paint behind it, and go back outside.

Christina is up on the top row of the bleachers, with the eighteen demon elves climbing after her, eleven rows down. I hold the mirror in front of my stomach – it stretches from my waist up to my neck – and yell to her, “Christina!”