World Of Beast

Chapter 9

I took cautious steps down and scrunched my eyes to see in the darkness.

When we reached the bottom, floating red dots of flame flickered in one after the other, lighting a path and I noticed that Drake's eyes flashed red when the lights appeared. That's right. Drake is a warlock.

"Well this is creepy." I said.

"I'm with you on that one." Carrie replied.

"Aw! Don't worry!" Nate said as he slung his arm around me, "I'll protect you!"

"Boo!" Alan said behind Nate, causing him to scream and bolt towards Drake. This caused everyone to laugh except Drake and me, but only because of what was ahead.

"Hey! That wasn't funny!" Nate complained. "And what are you looking at-" Nate stopped mid-sentence as he turned around and saw what we were looking at. Right there was inhuman. Ghosts wailing and moaning as they die repeatedly by tortious methods.

Some were being pulled and stretched until blood splattered everywhere and they looked like nothing but broken rubberbands. Others wriggled around with chains on them whipping everywhere as they held their throats as if they were choking. There was even a small girl with an eighteenth century dress that was laughing as she laid there on the ground as pieces of flesh on her arms and any other exposed skin were being peeled. It left me trembling. Is this hell? How can anyone do such things?

"What is this place?" I asked Drake as I moved closer to him for comfort of this horrible sight.

"Lost souls. They are people who has died but don't realize it. Because of that, they'll relive their death for eternity until they realize it, but that rarely happens." Drake explained as he stared at the little girl. In his eyes, it may look like he was bored but I could see sympathy there.

"You feel bad for her don't you?" I more said then asked.

He looked at me with a flicker of surprise spread across his face, but he quickly regained his cool. "I don't know what you're talking about. In case you haven't noticed, I'm evil."

I gave a soft chuckle. "You can't fool me." Drake began walking with me by him and everyone else fighting behind us. "You saved me from my sister so I find it hard to think you are a bad guy. But why do you think you are bad?" I asked.

"That is non of your business." Drake answered cooly.

"Well you aren't one." I stopped pestering him about it because I knew that he was not going to tell me.

"Tell me, what else can you do?" I spoke after a minute of silence.

"You mean my powers?" Drake asked.

"Yeah. What else can you do besides fire."

"Well I can do the basics. Telekinesis, levitation, teleport, etc. But I can also create electricity along with gravity." Drake explained.

"Gravity? So you just like...what? Make them fall?"

"How stupid can one person possibly be." Drake muttered before he spoke up louder. "Of course not idiot! I use gravity to crush people or choke them by getting rid of the gravity around them."

"That sounds like it hurts." I mentally flinched.

"Well it's for killing people so I do assume that it does in fact hurt."

Drake and I were bantering until I tripped and fell, but luckily Drake caught me before I hit the floor.

"Be more careful idiot!" Drake yelled.

I looked to see at what tripped me and there I saw a half-burned picture, but it was me when I was young. Then all of a sudden I saw fire surrounding me and it was burning my skin black. It hurt so bad! It hurts! I felt like someone was peeling my skin from the inside and my stomach was like boiling water. If you ever got burned by steam over boiling water, then you know what I'm feeling.

"Burn you devil-child!"

"Burn in hell!"

"I can't believe you tricked us! You monster!"

I heard people cheering as I burned to death. Is this a witch trial? How can they be so cruel! How can they call me a monster when they are enjoying watching me die. Then, as if the video speeded itself up, I was behind the crowd watching myself burn in agony. I was wearing a cloak, but I had white streaks into my hair. Not the old kind, but a style. I held some of my white hair in front of me and wondered how. It was almost as if I was living inside of Bethany's memories. Maybe I am.

Then two men splashed water on the fire and I looked at myself, who looked to be about ten, and noticed how my skin was black charred and my hair completely singed. But I was breathing.