“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
Just as my muscles were burning and my lungs were screaming for breath, the predators ground to a halt.Right in the middle of the island. No sign of a laboratory or anything that resembled one. Thick green bushes were dotted around us and soaring canopy trees quietly observed our every move from up above. To the right of us, in the distance, were the treacherous mountains and to the left of us, the severely damaged warehouse. Where exactly was the laboratory?“This is it,” Señor Ramirez said. Zak and I stared at him.“Are you two still shocked, despite all that we’ve been through? You’ve forgotten how a
The President of Obsidian stood by the opening that Señor Ramirez had created with his fire blaster. He dangled the Golden Leaf and smirked. The predators snarled. Señor Ramirez charged right at Drago, with Zak and I racing behind him. Drago stayed put, not even twitching a muscle. Why was he not responding to the petrifying sight of a furious Señor Ramirez sprinting right at him? Señor Ramirez dived at Drago. Still, Drago didn’t react. I realised why as I saw Señor Ramirez horribly crash against an invisible, transparent wall and drop to the ground with a loud thump.
We split up and desperately searched for any opening from this deadly trap. Señor Ramirez used his muscular shoulders and barged against the invisible wall, yet it remained firm. I darted to the back of the laboratory, frantically pushing over chairs and stampeding on some of the equipment that was lying on the ground. A vast array of tree trunks from the towering canopy trees were in sight and I almost fell into the trap of charging straight into the invisible glass, as the sight of our escape became more and more tempting with every second that mercilessly ticked by. I nudged the butt of my sword against the rigid invisible wall. Nothing. Zak was in the opposite corner and used his iron sleeve to swing a punch at the barrier that stood firmly between our life and death. His wrist slammed against the wall and he yelped in a mixture of pain and rage as the wall remained persistent in its duty to prevent us from escaping. Our thre
The sheer force of the detonation slammed us to the ground, our faces plummeting into the soil and our skin getting grazed by the prickly thorns and leaves. Shards of concrete, stone, metal and glass burst into the air and the canopy trees flailed about wildly. There was a persistent ringing in my ears as the deafening sound waves of the bomb bounced from tree to tree. All the scientists were sprawled graphically on the ground, with some limbs detached, some bones protruding from their lifeless skin and blood seeping out incessantly. An intense fire emerged and tore ruthlessly through the canopy trees above. The towering tree trunks collapsed violently on top of the destruction, crippling the remaining body pieces of the scientists into small fragments of human flesh. A thick cloud of black smoke spread across the area, spreading faster than a coalition of cheetahs scampering across a savannah.
Our predators led the way with Señor Ramirez and I closely scampering behind, as we clambered over rocks and broken tree trunks, weaved in and out of the looming trees, and raced across the open grasslands. “We’re nearly there! Come on!” Señor Ramirez urged.My lungs hammered against my chest, as the urgent need for rest, food, and - most importantly - water, grew the more we ventured on in the stifling, merciless morning sunshine.“How…long…more?” I breathed, as I ignored the moaning and groaning of my legs to stop. I constantly reminded myself that world peace was at stake. I had to push
My fingers narrowly caught Drago’s helicopter skids, as just below me our helicopter exploded. A cloud of fire and smoke roared ferociously, as metal pieces were sent flying in random directions. The rotor blades dissembled and flailed about in mid-air, before crashing into the ocean. The metal body of the helicopter also plummeted into the ocean, creating an enormous splash that weakened my grip on the skid. My shoulders and arms struggled to keep hold of the skid, the sweat on the palm of my hands posing as a serious death threat. With all my remaining strength, I pulled myself up so that my armpits were resting on the skid. Perfect timing. I’d escaped from the clutches of death once again, and was now directly underneath Drago’s helicopter, flying away, with him completely immune to my presence.