back in, I manually chambered
another round and pulled the trigger again. Still nothing. Lifting
myself into
a sitting position, I stared at the Warlock and shook my head. “Crap." Lucas smiled. Raising his hand, Lucas then waved it over his chest healing all of his wounds. A dark red substance, almost resembling blood, oozed from his flesh and slithered over his body. It moved with intelligence, pooling around his neck, wrists, and just above his ankles. As it did, the basic shape of a robe began to emerge. Holding out his hand, a pair of smoky black sunglasses materialized in his palm. Slipping them over his crimson eyes, he folded his arms across his chest and drew his hands into the sleeves. He again looked like the Warlock who had abducted me rather than the nearly broken husk of a man strapped to Jared's wall.
I drew my knees up to my chest and rested my arms on them. He had been toying with me, knowing he was in full control of the situation. He used us to escape, and now we had outlived our usefulness. I should've known.
Lucas rubbed below his chin. “That really hurt. Let's play a new game,” he suggested. “Let's see how long you can survive before I kill you. Toby,” Lucas sneered, “would you be so kind as to restrain Rose?"
My eyes widened in disbelief.
Without hesitation, Toby reached down and lifted me easily off the floor. Spinning me around, he slammed me against the wall and pinned my arms behind my back. “Don't struggle, Rosy,” the Werewolf breathed, “I don't want to have to hurt you." I was too dumbfounded to speak.Was Toby one of Chithula's clones now, or was Toby simply a traitor? I couldn't believe that. No, Iwould not believe that.
"Hey, puppy!” Karl's shrill voice hit my ears. “What the hell are you doing?" I looked down to see Karl kicking Toby in the shin. Unfortunately, our situation was not improving. Karl kicked Toby hard again. “Let Rose go before I kick your furry ass!" "Karl!” I shouted. “Get out of here!"
"I think we've had enough of you.” Lucas laughed at the Goblin. Pointing his finger at Karl, I watched the Goblin lift off the ground and spin helplessly into the air. A yellowish bubble of energy encircled Karl. The Warlock let the ball bounce to the floor. Karl was tossed angrily about inside. "I'm a freakin’ soccer ball!” Karl yelled in dismay, though his voice was muffled inside. Lucas laughed out loud. “I hadn't thought of that! You do look like a soccer ball.” Grabbing his robe, he took three steps and punted Karl. I heard my little green friend screaming as he ricocheted off the wall and sailed off into the warehouse.
"You bastard!” I scolded.
Toby twisted my arm harder. “Shut up!"
Lucas walked around Toby. Leaning against the wall next to me, he chuckled. “You see, Rose,” he
a sitting position, I stared at the Warlock and shook my head. “Crap." Lucas smiled. Raising his hand, Lucas then waved it over his chest healing all of his wounds. A dark red substance, almost resembling blood, oozed from his flesh and slithered over his body. It moved with intelligence, pooling around his neck, wrists, and just above his ankles. As it did, the basic shape of a robe began to emerge. Holding out his hand, a pair of smoky black sunglasses materialized in his palm. Slipping them over his crimson eyes, he folded his arms across his chest and drew his hands into the sleeves. He again looked like the Warlock who had abducted me rather than the nearly broken husk of a man strapped to Jared's wall.
I drew my knees up to my chest and rested my arms on them. He had been toying with me, knowing he was in full control of the situation. He used us to escape, and now we had outlived our usefulness. I should've known.
Lucas rubbed below his chin. “That really hurt. Let's play a new game,” he suggested. “Let's see how long you can survive before I kill you. Toby,” Lucas sneered, “would you be so kind as to restrain Rose?"
My eyes widened in disbelief.
Without hesitation, Toby reached down and lifted me easily off the floor. Spinning me around, he slammed me against the wall and pinned my arms behind my back. “Don't struggle, Rosy,” the Werewolf breathed, “I don't want to have to hurt you." I was too dumbfounded to speak.Was Toby one of Chithula's clones now, or was Toby simply a traitor? I couldn't believe that. No, Iwould not believe that.
"Hey, puppy!” Karl's shrill voice hit my ears. “What the hell are you doing?" I looked down to see Karl kicking Toby in the shin. Unfortunately, our situation was not improving. Karl kicked Toby hard again. “Let Rose go before I kick your furry ass!" "Karl!” I shouted. “Get out of here!"
"I think we've had enough of you.” Lucas laughed at the Goblin. Pointing his finger at Karl, I watched the Goblin lift off the ground and spin helplessly into the air. A yellowish bubble of energy encircled Karl. The Warlock let the ball bounce to the floor. Karl was tossed angrily about inside. "I'm a freakin’ soccer ball!” Karl yelled in dismay, though his voice was muffled inside. Lucas laughed out loud. “I hadn't thought of that! You do look like a soccer ball.” Grabbing his robe, he took three steps and punted Karl. I heard my little green friend screaming as he ricocheted off the wall and sailed off into the warehouse.
"You bastard!” I scolded.
Toby twisted my arm harder. “Shut up!"
Lucas walked around Toby. Leaning against the wall next to me, he chuckled. “You see, Rose,” he