Murderers~

Part 26

Dakota

I stand in the dark, trying to get my eyes to adjust. "Dustin..?" I whisper, the sound echoing throughout the whole place. "Dustin?" This time i yell. There's no one in the room with me. Is there? I hear a low growl, and suddenly I see two red dots appear a few feet in front of me. Eyes. Another growl, and a small clinking noise. "What are you..?" I whisper, as I notice the thing is Dustin. "I'm a shapeshifter. A type of demon." He responds, his voice a low growl, almost demonic. "Who blew out the torches?" I just notice my voice is trembling. "The jeckles." My heart flutters at the sound of that. I've heard of those. They're shadow spirits that have white eyes, and Sharp teeth that end in a point. Their whole body is like a black must, you can't touch them, but they can touch you. I let out a whimpering sound as I hear a bunch of whispers beginning to surface. Dustin grabs my hand, and my heart begins to beat faster. "Get on my back." He growls, and I don't fight back. He's in the form of a wolf, so i crawl on top of him. He begins to run, as the torches come back to life. The fire wiggles, dancing on the walls, creating shadows everywhere. He goes down the middle passage. I hear the Jeckles laughing at us, their voices low and soft. Not even speaking our language. "Where are we going?" I ask Dustin, And he huffs. "Trying to get out of here." He yells. "I know every corner of this place." He adds. I nod. "Do they?" I ask, and for a second, there's silence. "Of course they do. They practically live down here. But, don't get worried. I'll protect you." I can't help but smile when he says that. Suddenly, he stops. "Shit.." He murmurs, as I notice there's a giant trip wire below us. "How.." I start, but he interrupts. "I dunno.." He slowly steps over it. A small knife falls from the ceiling, slicing the edge of my leg, then stabs into his shoulder. He let's out a cry of pain and I let out a gasp as another one falls, stabbing him right in the lower back. I hear the whispers and laughter getting closer. We aren't going to survive.