Hierarchy of Need [t.r]

Chapter Twenty Eight

"I hate spiders."

Her whole body ached but she kept pushing forward, trying her best to ignore what was awaiting her at the end.

Turning right, there was a low whistle that was coming nearer and nearer, but she couldn't determine which direction it was coming from. As it grew louder and more prominent, Delilah's eyes widened as a ball of light was shooting towards her.

Dropping to her hands and knees, the ball of blinding light burried itself into the stone wall behind her, some how burning into it.

She wanted this over with, she was tired, and suddenly hungry, her stomach growling rather loudly. Delilah was about to stand up when another ball shot forward. She easily avoided it, but as she moved, she felt something cold soak through her clothes.

Furrowing her brows, Delilah looked down and saw some sort of black liquid start to ooze out of the ground. By the time she got to her feet, it was already up to her knees. "What the hell is this?"

The liquid was dense and made it hard to move, especially with her robes. With an annoyed sigh, she shrugged off her school robes and vest, leaving her in her button down and skirt. "This better not have ruined my shoes," she muttered.

Pushing through the liquid, it was now up to her stomach. She gasped when something slid between her legs, and nearly a second later something cold and slimy wrapped around her side, followed by a sharp sting.

A scream of pain tore through her clenched teeth and she tried to move as quickly as possible to the opposing wall, which was made of trees she was hoping she could climb.

Another scream left her lips as there was another agonizing blow to her side.

Reaching the tree, her shaking hands gripped the rough wood and she pulled herself out of the black liquid. Odd, she was soaked, but it merely appeared to be water.

Dragging herself over a wall, she barely had enough time to catch her breath before a strong gust of wind knocked her off. Wind ripped past her ears as she fell about twenty feet into the next isle.

Delilah fell on her already pained side and another scream ripped past her throat. Finally having the courage to look down, she choked out a yell at what was digging into her torso.

It's body was long and translucent, allowing Delilah to see her blood moving through the innards of the disgusting creature latched onto her. Her eyes were wide as she lifted shaking hands and wrapped them around the squirming leech like form.

One hand gripped its long body while the other tightened around the back of its head. Her chest was heaving and Delilah tried not to focus on all the blood she was losing.

She could do this. She's gone through worse.

"One, two, three-" and she yanked.

The scream that left her lips this time burned and scraped against her throat and the creature unlatched its jaw from her skin. It thrashed and Delilah dropped it to the floor before grabbing her wand.

Blinking away the pain, she pointed at the creature with her wand and used sectumsempra. She didn't give two shits if it was dark magic, that was dreadful.

Limping up, Delilah felt a cool breeze on the back of her neck and she screwed her eyes shut. Things just kept getting worse, but at least it was almost over.

Clearing her throat, Delilah cleaned herself off and healed her wounds. She didn't want anyone to see what a mess she was at the moment. Despite her usually ignoring such a fact, she had a reputation to uphold.