I opened my eyes to see that the blade was gone. Before I could wonder why it didn’t kill me, a cold hand grabbed the hair on the back of my head and drew me towards the creature. I didn’t bother to struggle; somehow I knew that the slightest resistance would be met with death.
“Show me where they were.” It demanded.
I couldn’t nod so I simply pointed down the hall towards the stairs. I stumbled a bit as it dragged me down the hallway and up the stairs with it. I didn’t wait for it to demand where to go next. I pointed to the door at the end of the hallway.
Halfway there something seemed to stop the creature and it snarled in rage before doing something that caused a boom to echo through the hallway, blowing the doors to the offices off their hinges. It felt like I was being pressed between two invisible walls and then just as suddenly it was over.
I felt the creature tense and then it’s blades in the other hand slashed though the door as if it was paper. Another slash and the pieces clattered to the floor. I felt an odd satisfaction at the horrified expression on the two mens faces and I found myself hoping the creature would kill them for what they had done.
One was hastily backing away, his mouth moving but nothing was coming out. The other had both hands up, palms facing the creature as more symbols like the one that had summoned the creature appeared.
I was tossed aside and though I got the feeling that the creature hadn’t meant to, in its rage the force was strong enough that my head slammed painfully into the wall, dazing me. I slid to the floor and all I could manage was to struggle into a sitting position with my back to the wall.
I watched as the two began to fight. The room began to spin and I wondered if my brother still lived or not. Darkness overtook my vision and then I found myself lying in my own bed. It was only a dream. And yet I couldn’t help but feel sad as I realized that in real life, my brother really is dead. I didn’t cry, but like always, dreams of him make me feel melancholy.
