Stay
sharp. There’s probably more than this sticky stuff in here. I just
want my mother’s soul back.”
David turned and looked at Kara. “I
don’t underestimate him. He’s still the same bald idiot as
before... just that now he prefers to sleep in this five-star meat
hotel.” A mischievous smile flashed across David’s face, lightening
Kara’s mood.
The group ventured cautiously inside
the tunnel. Its sinister walls made Kara feel claustrophobic. With
Kara in the lead and Jenny following closely behind her with her
bow and arrow at the ready, Peter was sandwiched between them.
David held the back. They walked like this for a few minutes,
glancing back over their shoulders every now and again. Kara felt
uneasy. She noticed the walls seeped more and more of that pus-like
liquid. Walking became increasingly difficult. With every step they
took, more liquid oozed out of deep gashes, like squeezing the
water out of a sponge.
Suddenly, the ground shook.
Clumps of flesh dropped from the
ceiling with sickening splashes. Kara steadied herself, her blade
held up before her. She heard a distant rumble, like the growl of
thunder before a storm. And then it stopped.
“ What was that?” whispered
Peter, the whites of his eyes gleaming in his petrified
face.
Kara met David’s concerned expression
but didn’t answer. She gripped her soul blade and saw Jenny in the
corner of her eye nocking an arrow. Unconsciously, Kara took a step
back towards Peter.
A loud growl split the silence. The
ground trembled with more intensity, and Kara thought they were in
the middle of some sort of quake. But she knew that was impossible.
She felt a tightness around her leg. Suddenly, she was thrown
across the tunnel. She hit the wall. Her body sank into the soft
tissue, as though the walls were made of Jell-O. The decaying
stench burned her nose, and Kara’s fear escalated. She struggled to
move. Her limbs didn’t respond. It was as if she was Krazy Glued,
pinned against her will. She felt her body being pulled back deeper
into the wall. She glanced down and winced. A large red tentacle
was wrapped tightly around her legs. Hundreds of open suction cups
revealed pointed teeth, like gaping mouths ready to feed. Yellow
liquid rolled off the large tentacle.
Someone screamed.
Peter was completely covered by the
tentacles. They wrapped around him like a giant boa constrictor
crushing its prey before swallowing it whole. She watched him
struggle against the creatures and felt instant pity for him. Kara
saw a dozen or more tentacles sprout out of the walls and lash at
David. With two soul blades in his hands, David slashed and sliced
at the creatures. Thumps of severed tentacles littered the floor
around him. And soon David was covered in the foul-smelling
liquid.
Kara yanked her head to the left.
Jenny stabbed a horde of tentacles with her arrow. She punctured
one right through its body, and it retreated back into a hole in
the wall. Kara watched in horror as a dozen more tentacles shot
from what Kara believed were sores, and launched themselves at
Jenny. Two grabbed her legs and another two knocked the bow and
arrow out of her hands. Jenny tripped and fell face down against
the ground. A slippery tentacle advanced towards her face. It
whipped out at her; the suction cups stuck to her face. The
tentacle radiated from the inside, like a light bulb beneath a
shade. Kara heard Jenny’s muffled scream and a last suction cup
wrapped around her face. The tentacle shuddered and moved, and Kara
saw light move inside it, as though it was swallowing. Kara
realized in horror that the creature was drinking Jenny’s essence.
Her eyes flicked over to Peter. He had a suction cup over his face
now.
With a tremendous effort, Kara freed
her right arm. With her blade still wrapped tightly in her hand,
she brought it down and cut through one of the tentacles. It landed
with a thud on the ground. Another tentacle came at her from the
opposite wall. But she was