02:30.
We followed Señor Ramirez past the destroyed concrete and up a mini flight of stairs and out of the dungeon.
We reached a half open door. I peered through the narrow gap between the door and its frame. I gasped.
We were not far away from Obsidian’s headquarters and Drago’s office at all. In fact, we were directly below the President of Obsidian’s office.
Which meant only one thing.
We were locked up with three of the most dangerous creatures on the whole island.
I turned around. No signs of Señor Ramirez or the tiger or the bear. We needed the fire blaster to break down yet another wall in this old, candle-lit staircase. I checked my watch, rubbing the pouring sweat from my eyes as the sickening feeling of claustrophobia started to creep in.02:00.“I hope Señor Ramirez is on his way. We need him. Fast,” Zak said.“He’ll be here, I’m sure,” Rachel reassured.Tap. Tap. Tap.A growing crescendo of footsteps filled up the cavern, as the sound of the alarm was all of a sud
With our torches at full beam and the bright full moon watching our every move, vision was not an issue. But what really was an issue was the dying need to stop and take a break from all the sprinting up and down hills, jumping from one big rock to another and the excruciating soreness in my limbs and muscles.“When…will…we…get…there?” Zak breathed heavily, as our three predators showed no signs of slowing down any time soon.“Keep going, come on! We’re so close.” Señor Ramirez replied energetically, his years of experience in the army now coming into fruition.My heart and lungs were hammering against my chest uncontrollably now, as sweat poured down my face in the sticky, humid night.
I jogged crouched down towards the warehouse, my senses on sharp alert and clutching my sword and shield like my life depended on it. The spine-tingling thought was that it did. To my left, a column of black smoke was rising like a demon waking up from the jaws of hell. To my right, the relentless hailstones of arrows thrusting through the night sky whilst the ruthlessness of our predators acted as the perfect diversion for me to infiltrate the warehouse.I was about thirty feet away from the warehouse when a thought rushed to my mind. I realised that I had to act like I was meant to be here. I straightened my posture. Took a deep breath. I strode towards the solitary door confidently. I checked my watch. Five minutes left till the warriors returned to their position. I glanced l
The deafening explosion floored the Obsidian warriors, as the walls on the right hand side of the warehouse completely collapsed, leaving a mixture of big and small crumbles of concrete on the ground. The stifling midnight air rushed in, whilst dust particles and smoke flew about in a frenzy.“WHAT IS GOING ON?” Drago screamed, in disbelief that his plan was falling apart.Amidst the tornado of dust, concrete and warriors toppling over, Señor Ramirez, Zak and our three predators emerged. The warriors from where I was positioned sprinted towards them. I had the element of surprise, so I sprinted along and just as they were about to attack my saviours, I turned around and slashed my sword at their shoulder, injuring them but not killing them. The ba
I froze.The President of Obsidian strolled into the warehouse confidently, wearing a cunning smirk on his evil face. He was still dressed smartly in his suit and had no weapon on him. Strange considering we had just wiped out his whole army.He walked over his dead warriors, giving each of them a look of hatred. He stopped on the other side of the glass box, facing us. The fire in his eyes intensified as he glared at us. Our three predators got ready to pounce on him, but Señor Ramirez put his hand up, a gesture ordering them to hold back. For now.“So, Gerard Ramirez, it’s been a long time. How long has it been?”&l
“This is it,” Drago said proudly, with his arms outstretched. The familiar whirring sound of a helicopter emerged from outside, growing by the second. A rush of gusty wind poured into the opening of the warehouse that had been blasted open by Señor Ramirez. The powerful wind caused a deadly tornado, a mixture of dust, concrete, the stench of the litter of dead Obsidian warriors and the shards of glass teasing and intimidating us as the seven of us were stranded in the centre of the warehouse.Drago roared over the deafening raucous. “I’ve succeeded. Operation Golden Blaze will go down in history as the greatest revolution to ever grace this earth! Mark my words.”Our three preda
We stood back to back, assessing our one and only option. Battle. Two of the warriors fired their arrows. I instinctively ducked, as did Zak and Señor Ramirez. Rachel screamed and dropped to the floor. I looked over to her and I was zapped of my senses. Everything was in slow motion. I could not hear the clinking and swooshing of Señor Ramirez’s and the warrior’s swords right next to me, nor could I see our predators fiercely pouncing on our enemy. A pool of blood formed next to Rachel as she gazed distantly into the ceiling, with the arrow protruding from her stomach. I rushed over to her and bent down beside her, ignoring the possibility of also getting hit.
“Rachel!” He shook her body desperately. “NO!”Zak put his hands to his face and cried intensely. A wave of sadness came over me as I went over and kneeled down beside her. Señor Ramirez walked over to us and stooped down next to me. He shook his head and sighed in pity. The three predators came over and hung their heads in despair. An air of mournful silence hung in the warehouse amidst the vast scatter of dead and unconscious Obsidian warriors sprawled on the floor.Señor Ramirez ripped the bottom half of Rachel’s trouser leg and used it to cover her face.“Should…we bury…her?” I asked sadly.“That will take too much of