Chapter 7, Creatures lie here.
When Martin’s eyes slid open, he was greeted with the morning sun. He hissed in annoyance, but started coughing again, a tiny bit of the poison trickling out of him mouth.
“Gross” Martin mumbled, wiping away the black goop with his fore arm. Studying his surroundings, Martin saw he was laying on his side, a puddle of the poison sitting dangerously close to his head. Martin sat up quickly, his head swirling with the sudden movement. Sakura was nowhere to be seen, but there was a note taped to Martin’s chest. He rolled his eyes and plucked it off the black fireball t shirt.
“Sorry, Had to go” Read the quickly scribbled handwriting. “Feel better Martin, and uh… Mind the poison when you wake up. Signed, Sakura!” Martin rolled his eyes, a smile on his face. Little to late, Sakura. He stuffed the note in his pants pocket, and started to hunt for his backpack. It wasn’t to far away, but it seemed… Heavier. Opening up the pack, Martin found tons of foodstuffs and a cherry blossom branch.
“Must be Sakura’s doing” He mused, shutting the green bag and slinging it back over his shoulder, “Now where to next?” Glancing around Martin walked in a random direction, humming tunelessly.
Martin trekked past some peculiar and crumbling ruins. He gave it an unsure look, before moving to continue on… Or at least he would have, if a blood curdling scream didn’t cause him to freeze. Turning his head back towards the ruins, another scream assaulted his eardrums.
“This is really stupid…” Martin hissed, before running into the ruins. The yellow walls went underground, it getting slightly darker. Martin turned corner after corner, looking for the source of the screams. Turning one final corner, Martin hit a dead end, soaked scarlet. Three bodies sat on the ground, ripped open, and clawed to pieces. The strong smell of copper assaulted Martin’s nose, causing him to turn his head. What ever did this… Might still be nearby… Martin backed away from the shredded bodies a bit, before turning around. Something sharp came in contact with the left side of his face, the force of the blow knocked him over, him hitting the wall with a soft Thud!” Red quickly engulfed half his vision, but he still saw the monster that stood in front of him. It was humanoid, from the waist up, but it had long, blood soaked claws, as well as eight slender spider like legs. It was thin, so thin, it’s ribs jolted out visibly under it’s torn and pale flesh. It’s face, for a lack of a better word, was hollow, and thin, half of it’s skull missing, revealing a grey, blood soaked brain. It’s eyes were black, soulless pits, that bore into Martin’s green orbs with such an intense hatred. The most terrifying thing, was the fact that it’s face was twisted into a permanent scream, blood oozing out. Martin’s breath hitched in his throat when the creature raised a clawed hand, scuttling closer to the spellcaster. The monster brought it’s claw down, and Martin rolled out of the way, quickly getting up to his feet and running. Where the hell was the exit!? This place was a maze!
“W h e r e d o y o u t h i n k y o u ’ r e g o i n g…?” A guttural voice hissed, sending a shiver down Martin’s spine. His lungs burned, and his eyes were watering… Or, at least the one that didn’t have the scratch over it. He turned a few corners and hid, back pressed against the cool, crumbling yellow stone, holding his breath.
“I K N O W Y O U A R E T H E R E B O Y . . .” The voice hissed again, sending another shiver down Martin’s spine. Fire started forming at his fingertips, swirling into a small flaming ball, growing in size slowly. The monster turns the corner, it’s hollow eyes igniting with rage when it sees Martin. The fire shot from Martin’s fingers, catching the monster on fire. It let out a strangled and distorted scream, swinging at Martin, it’s burnt corpse dropping to the ground. Martin stared at the corpse, half expecting it to stand back up, but it remained still.
“That… Happened…” He muttered, bringing a hand up to his eye. Dark blood coated his fingertips when he moved his hand away. He made a face at the sight, and did one quick look over himself. It seems it missed him when it swung. Sighing, Martin looked around at his surroundings. Blood soaked the walls, and human skeletons lay scattered across the ground.
“That’s creepy…” He muttered, shaking his head and turning around. His face was mere inches from another monster. A panicked yelp escaped from Martin, him jumping back slightly. Before Martin could move again, the creature dug it’s claws into Martin’s stomach, lifting him off the ground, his blood dripping to the ground. Martin whimpered, a noise almost unnoticeable, him grasping at the claws, trying to pull them out of him. Blood trickled lazily out of the corner of his mouth and down the side of his face. The monster’s eyes seem to light up with the sick amusement of watching Martin suffer. It curled it’s claws, them digging into his back. Martin’s efforts to drag the claws out of his stomach slowly grind to a halt, his arms going limp. His green eyes turned dull, his vision filling with splotches and blurring in and out. The monster seemed to smirk, lifting Martin’s face up with a claw. Tears and blood trekked down his dirty and deathly pale face, his mouth twitching, trying to form words. Letting Martin’s face drop, The monster shoved it’s claws into his chest, seeming to laugh when he screamed out in agony, it soon being cut of. The monster made sure to twist it’s claws in his chest, before ripping them out, and tossing the limp spellcaster to the ground, his blood pooling on the floor.