Ashtyn had to think
fast.
She heard Rita scream as
the floor shifted and liquefied. It was
crawling up her leg, past her knee, pulling her down.
“Tabitha,” the voice in
her head was yelling, “I need a little help here.”
There was no verbal
response, but the fan blade began to reform, switching into a long, heavy
hammer. Ashtyn swung, the hammer
crashing into one of floor, sending glowing cracks through out the room.
Rita pulled free.
Ashtyn surveyed her
surroundings quickly, trying to formulate a plan. Her friends were stuck in those damn cages,
their eyes nothing but mirrored surfaces, dull without any light to reflect
back. The old woman stood at her throne,
watching them. The floor, although
damaged, was still attacked, grabbing at her friends, at her.
Q was the only one unaffected. He stood there, stunned into silence,
watching his mother, that old, wrinkled witch.
He was frozen in place.
She caught something out
of the corner of her eye, in one of the cages.
Aria was stirring, struggling. Her
eyes were flickering, the metallic liquid seemingly being ripped away.
She remembered the melody
she had heard earlier, the one that had broken through the inky blackness of
the stone pool. She remembered how it
had seemed to lighten up the entire room, a light that burned so bright that no
darkness could survive.
She knew what she had to
do.
She rushed the witch,
dodging the glassy tentacles that sprang up to stop her, swinging her hammer to
shatter the ones that got too close. She
had to distract that old bitch long enough to let Aria’s mind to break
free.
The old woman never saw
her coming. She was too focused on the
torment she was causing her son. Ashtyn
swung the hammer, the blunt, heavy edge of the hammer’s head connecting with
the side of the old woman’s skull.
The blow sent splintering
cracks through out her wrinkled old face, part of the skull caved in. The old woman didn’t fall, but she stumbled,
stunned that she had not stopped the attack. Ashtyn swung again, taking her
opening. This time the hammer’s head
made contact with the old woman’s stomach, sending a shock wave through the old
woman’s body.
“Aria!” Ashtyn was
screaming. “I need you to wake up! I need… you… to…”
The old woman howled,
whipping around and knocking Ashtyn off her feet.
Ashtyn slid along the
floor. When she finally came to a stop
she felt a glassy tentacle whip around her arm, pinning her hand and the hammer
to floor.
The old woman was
stalking towards her, her body repairing much slower this time. “Didn’t you
learn the first time? Your weapons cannot destroy me!”
“No.” Ashtyn smiled. “But
they can keep you busy.”
Ashtyn could see Aria
over the old woman’s shoulder. Her eyes
were normal again. Her soul had regained
control over her body.
“What?” The old woman looked
at Ashtyn, confused.
“Enjoy the music, bitch.”
Ashtyn sat up. “Aria, SING!”
The room went still as
the melody began again.
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