Hierarchy of Need [t.r]

Chapter Twenty Eight

Looking down, she let out a hiss of pain at the sight. A two inch thick vine of thorns was wrapped around her leg, each needle like thorn driven into her skin. That was the third pair of stockings she got ruined by blood.

Severing the vine with a charm, Delilah limped up to her feet and slowly unwrapped the vine from her leg. The sight of multiple thorns coming out of her flesh was a bit disgusting, but she was on a timer so she couldn't afford to dwell.

With a wave of her wand, the cuts healed and she took off in a sprint, keeping a more watchful eye on the ground this time.

Cutting corners quickly, Delilah managed to only run into two dead ends. However, as she rounded another corner, a blazing inferno of purple fire shot towards her. Letting out a surprised yelp, she dove across to the other isle.

"What even is this school?" She gasped out, peaking around the corner, she came to realize the fire was almost alive, in the shape of a giant serpent.

With a groan, Delilah threw her head back and caught her breath for a moment before standing up and casting a protego on herself.

"Aguamenti!" Her wand spun in her right hand and her left was splayed out, her mind solely focused on pushing the fire back as the snake lashed at her, hell bent on burning her alive.

The snake darted forward and Delilah slid back on her feet, causing a good portion of the water to fall to the floor, making the ground muddy.

An agitated groan left her lips as she yanked her wand upwards, throwing the snakes head back. Swinging down with her right arm and curving to the right, the water enveloped the massive serpent in a ball of water. It thrashed but after a moment the flames dwindled into nothing.

Delilah dropped her arms and the water evaporated seconds before it hit the floor. With a pleased smile, she was off again.

Only managing to run for about three minutes, there was a wail from somewhere to her left and Delilah skidded to a stop. Looking down the isle, it was so dark and a heavy fog was swirling through the air. There was another wail, Delilah took a single step forward before something wrapped around her neck and yanked her to the ground.

Her head was thrown back and hit the floor first, making her ears rings and stars dance. She couldn't breathe, Devil's Snare with a mind of its own was coiling around her throat.

Her hands clawed at it for a moment as she choked, her eyes wide and watering. In her state of fret and being taken off guard, she forgot for a moment that all she had to do was relax. Her chest was heaving as she suddenly stilled, and slowly the mischievous plant unwinded itself.

Shooting up, Delilah grabbed her wand and scurried away, coughing roughly as she did so. She'd definitely have bruises.

Turning back to her left, Delilah took off down the foggy isle of the maze.

There was a sound again, but it definitely did not sound like a wail. It sounded familiar but she couldn't pin point it. "What are you?-"

The whole right side of her body got slammed into and she rolled a few times on the floor. Rubbing her head, an agitated groan passed her lips as she looked up at the Acromantula.

The creatures pincers clicked excitedly as it looked down at her, an intimidating gleam to its eight eyes. She knew she should probably tame it, it was probably a few points on her exam, but she didn't have time. "Sorry, Buddy."

Waving her wand, the branches from the tall trees shot out and wrapped themselves around the beast. It made numerous sounds of protests but Delilah ran past and into the next entry way. Once she was a safe distance, she released the gigantic spider and used the branches to form a barrier so it couldn't come after her.