13 September 2012
We walked down the long corridors and came to a stop at to big wooden doors the size of a house. "What do we do now?" I asked. "We wait." replied the purple haired girl who just appeared at my shoulder. "Sorry, that's Sierra, she's a psychic too," said John. "Hi Sierra," I say. "Hi kid." she replies. There is a noise down the corridor. "Get ready!" said Sierra. I turn to face the corridor. Three women come running towards me with long nails the size of wolfs claws. "Don't touch the child!" roars Sierra as she focuses on one of the women and Sierra actually lifts her in the air with her mind and then Sierra produces a purple fighting stick from her hand and starts swinging at another women. They fight and the claw-girl swipes Sierra on the face and three cuts appear on Sierra's soft cheek. She stumbles on the ground and claw-girl bears her claws at me. I shout, "JOHN!!! Situation! Situation!" "Hold on!" John replies. He runs towards me, but someone jumps on him. "WELL, thanks for the help!!!" I shout. Claw-girl swipes at me, and I dodge. I run, and didn't look back. I came around the corner, and their, right in front of me is about 70 people are fighting. Some are flying, some are breathing ice, and even shooting slime out of their hands. I close my eyes, and all of a sudden, I see what's behind me. And what I see is a claw lady running up behind me. She scrapes me on the back and I fall. The last I thing I hear is something heavy and very big coming through the walls.
CHAPTER 8 I get up slowly to see a gigantic grey and purple thing beating down the claw girl. "WOW!" I shout as the monster gets up. The thing is muscular, biceps and all. He had razor sharp teeth and is wearing black shorts that go down to his knees. His skin is grey and purple striped. "What are you?" I ask. "The nightmare." he replies, and, to my complete shock, shrinks back down to flying chubby man. "You are joking..." I say surprised. "No." he says as he slowly turns back into The Nightmare. "You'd best run, child." The Nightmare says in a deep, dark voice. "Just about to do that." I reply as I run through the crowd. I come to a door not big in length, but long in width. I open it and slide through. 'Lucky I'm skinny.' I thought to myself. The doors leads out to fields like Hogwarts, (if any of you seen the movie or even read the book) where about 700 people where fighting. I run through, evenly having to dodge an occasional death stroke I don't know where to go, when suddenly a tank falls from the sky and falls on the ground with a loud crashing noise. The tank opens and about 30 men and women with claws appear I gasp, and two fighting sticks appear in both my hands. I admire them, then realise that a claw man was charging at me and use them and I slide underneath his legs and whack the stick off his left leg and he stumbles, head first onto the ground. Sierra suddenly appears out of nowhere and summons two fighting sticks. "I see you got your fighting sticks, huh?" she asks. "Yeah, LOOK OUT!" I reply as a man tried to slice her brain open from behind. "Thanks, Jay." she says.
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