I withdrew a small glass orb from my jacket and threw it towards the ghostly old hag. I’ve been doing things like that for quite awhile now, so it hit her squarely in the face.
Practice makes perfect they say.
The old hag screamed with pain as the orb broke and sent droplets of acid flying all across her withered face.
That’s when the death wave activates. Every time a soul eater’s injured, a wave about a meter high appears out of nowhere and moves like a dark gooey wave until it reaches a dead end.Death waves may look harmless, but once you get into contact with them, you’re dead. I’ve seen a lot of people die because of the death wave. And trust me, it’s pretty nasty.If someone gets into contact with it; the gooey substance immediately starts to cover the person with the tar-like substance and suffocate to them to death.
Luckily, the girl obeyed my orders and jumped right in time, narrowly missing the gooey substance that slithered below her and vaporized as it reached the dead end. And unluckily, she collapsed as she reached the ground.
Great, can’t she stay conscious for a few more minutes? Now I’ll have to carry her…and I have an aching back…
I let go of my rope and ran towards the unconscious girl. The old lady was now crouched on the ground, painfully mourning as she touched her face.
“Oh come on, it ain’t that bad you old hag, it’s not like you were prettier before,” I said as bent down and lifted up the girl using my skinny hands.
Man, she’s heavy…
She let out a low groan but didn’t wake up as I picked her up. She was unharmed, but her face looked weary.
“Who-o-oo a-a-are you-u-u?” The lady hissed, coping with the flesh torrid pain.
“Just your unfriendly neighborhood, Jack Matthews,” I said scornfully as I carried the girl towards the rope.
I knew it wasn’t safe, but I didn’t have any other choice.
Soon, the other soul eater’s would come to help their friend and I was flat out of orbs. I tied the rope around the girl’s waist, she groaned as I did so. That’s when I properly saw her face. She had a round face and a small pointy nose along with dazzling short brown hair that reached up to her neck. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen another human being…a living human being.
I gave the rope a small tug and immediately the rope was pulled upwards. Did I mention that I’m a good climber too? After years of practice, I managed to learn how to climb these brick walls pretty easily. Most of them were stained with blood, but that ain’t a problem one you get used to it.
I reached the top before the girl. I let out a deep sigh and joined Emmott, my minion who was puffing like a tried dog as he tried to pull her up. “She’s heavy,” He breathed.
“Yep,” I agreed, snatching away the rope from him, “and pretty too."
Emmott smiled, or at least I think he smiled. Emmott’s my only companion in this Maze. He’s been my friend for more than ten years now. He’s not human, nor demon. He’s more like an oversized stone boar with two small wings on his back. And he’s half as tall as a normal person.
He kept telling me that he was a mistake. A mistake that the Maze wanted to get rid of, but I think he’s the only right thing the Maze has ever created.
I finally managed to lure the girl up. I then carried her until we reached our small hideout; a small cave like structure formed by the combination of a number of walls coming from each direction and meeting at one single point. The interior was small, but it had enough space for the three of us. I rested her on a stone slab, making sure that she won’t fall off.
“Is she dead?” Emmot asked staring at her with sparkling eyes.
“Nah, just unconscious,” I replied searching the cave for more orbs. “That old hag scared her to death.”
“Or did you scare her to death?” Emmott asked with a grin.
“Me?” I snapped, “I saved her you pig!”
“Hey, hey hey, don’t cha’ call me pig,” He said turning red with anger, but it died down quickly because the girl let out another groan. Emmot’s shouting must’ve woken her.
“Stay behind me Emmott, we don’t want to scare her again,” I said cautiously.
Emmott muttered something in his own language but hid behind me.
The girl opened her eyes slowly, “What...happened?"
“Long story short, you lived,” I said with a smile.
The girl blinked several times to get a proper image of me, that’s when I realized that she had chocolate brown eyes. Mine were seaweed green.
“You!” She let out a scream as she jumped to a sitting position, “You were speaking in my mind”
“Technically,” I started, but was cut off by her shout.
“Where am I? What is this place, and who are you- “ She let out another scream as Emmott came into view. “Heya there!”
He just had to introduce himself, didn’t he.
“What on earth is that?” She screamed, moving to the far end of the stone slab.
I scratched my head, “Well, um,”
Who thought that explaining everything to a fellow human being would be this hard?