Huntress

Chapter 7

Carter//

    I'm being marched through a long corridor. I hate corridors. The lights are dim, so I can barely see. I look to my right and see Julias, a mask of obedience on his face as trolls pull us along on chains. I know, though, that his calm face is actually plotting. I turn to my left hearing chains clank together and see a dark shape hunched and limp, either sleeping or dead. I see horrifying wolf-like monsters with spikes bursting from their backs and they dart in and out of the shadows. I keep a neutral face as we continue marching down the hall. An enormous,  misshapen spider stands guard at a door, its fangs dripping with its toxic venom. We turn down a hall, and into another corridor lined with cages and cells filled with an assortment of creatures. Humanoid-looking creatures that have a squat body-which is definitely bumpy and misshapen- with a slack mouth full of large and mostly broken fangs stand as the sentries. We step into a huge throne room, maybe with a two thousand capacity limit. James is there, sitting on the throne, huge shadows dance around the room with only the moonlight giving off any light. He smirks and stands up "Carter, wake up."

I jolt awake and the rancid smell assaults my nose. Looking around I find Julias, raising an eyebrow and clearly judging me. I pull myself up and throw my only friend a glare.

"Listen up, I have a job for you." James says, walking past the row of cells with a legion (actually only about 10) of banshees following him. Their pale skin almost like reflectors in the dim light. He pays us no mind and they exit through the door.

"We have to leave now." I grumble at the immoveable Frenchman next to me

"Not yet, our chance is coming soon." He glances at me then returns to staring at the wall. He isn't actually staring at the wall, he's doing his voodoo magic thing-y. Really annoying when you want to have a conversation with the guy.

"I had the dream again." I glance over at him as he turns to look at me.

"Everything was ze same?" his bright blue eyes contrasts amazingly with his dark skin.

"Pretty much" I wrap my arms around myself staring at the ceiling. Julias nods and whispers to himself about death or whatever it is he's talking about. Staring at his back, I realize I still don't know what he is. I mean, he has to be some creature considering he can see in the darkness that is this hall. Humans like me can't see shit right now.

"I would really like to get out of this shit hole." I mutter, laying on the hard ground and somehow managing to sleep.

It must've been hours later when I'm jolted awake by loud pounding against the bars and the sounds of creatures hollering excitedly. What the-big orcs stalk into the room and look around. Oh hell no!  Now, I'm no coward, but I scramble behind Julias, he'll keep me out of sight. For whatever reason, the orcs never mess with him but they just LOVE to make my life even more of a living hell. They pick out these sickly looking hunched crab-like people. I now realize what's going on, they're bringing them out to fight. Dragging them out by their manacle, they laugh and slam the door behind them. I've always wondered why they kept us in a pretty commonly used hallway. I suspect it is to torture us in some way, letting us know we are so close to the doors that'll lead to our freedom but we'll never get there with the patrolling guards.

I'm pulled from my thoughts as the door to our cramped cage opens. A grotesque spider looking thing inches forward and snatches me. Oh no! Julias is thrown to the side, his attempt to help skewered. I know exactly where I'm going; they're taking me to the ring.