Qwerty felt
tears in his eyes and realised then he had seconds to work with; he was
suffocating. The pressure released in the last moment and he barely caught his
breath, panting heavily.
‘I’m waiting,’ the man said, like he
was in a queue at a supermarket.
Qwerty looked around quickly, but
the figures surrounded him in a tight circle. They were now standing firmly on
the ground.
‘No,’ he managed.
‘Pardon?’ the voice was now angry.
‘I… will not… apologise…’
Same as with Mrs Knowleden – the
thought crossed his mind and the scene in the classroom replayed speedily in
his brain.
‘You will pay for it,’ responded
Asqualor and Qwerty saw the enormous talons gliding towards his neck. They formed
a ghastly hand, a ghost’s hand, perhaps, moulded out of mist.
But this time he was ready; somehow
he knew what to do. He remembered that time when Sebastian held him, back on
the stairs, and imagined how he stopped his opponent. He moved to the side and
the hand paused, bending backwards. He concentrated once more, with difficulty,
and penetrated into it, same as he did with things he wished to teleport. It
seemed to be made of mist, but he pushed and it vanished, dispersing in the
air.
There was a gentle sigh coming from
underneath the man’s hood, but Qwerty gave him no time for any other reaction –
he pulled himself back on his feet, wanting to run. He swayed, but kept his
balance. Not knowing quite what he was doing, letting his instinct take over,
he pushed away the figures, using more his mind than the actual physical
strength. Then, as panic kicked in, he ran with all his might towards the gate,
like his life depended on it…
On his way he sensed something
strong, grabbing him in a steel grip. He screamed desperately and dodged
whatever force was coming his way, almost burying his nose in the ground once
more.
The gate was just too far. There was
no way he could reach it…
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