Free Demon Rock by Stephen Derrian Page B
Authors: Stephen Derrian
opened it. There was nobody there! The Warden was not there. I cursed as I closed the door. Warlock removed his spell and became visible once more.
"I'm sorry man." He said.
I walked to the desk to search for any more information.
"Help me look." I said to Warlock who looked hesitant. He just wanted to leave. He shrugged his shoulders and also began to walk to the desk.
"Okay man, but we are out of here in one minute..."
His last word was cut short and he stood still gasping for air.
"Warlock? You okay?
A stain of blood appeared over Warlocks overalls. Shadow appeared as if from nowhere, he was holding a knife. A knife that Warlock had walked straight into.
"You bastard!" I shouted.
Shadow just smiled and laughed.
"It's like looking into a mirror." he said. "You truly have a remarkable gift. Not too dissimilar to my own. You hide in plain sight, I hide out of sight."
"We are nothing alike." I replied.
"Take off my face; you dishonour me by wearing it. So that's what I would look like if I was smaller?"
He laughed once more, a deep throaty laugh. I picked up a miniature statue of the prison sitting atop the Warden's desk and threw it with all my force. Shadow dodged the bullet with ease, disappearing as he did so.
I could no longer see Shadow, but he taunted me. He would whisper "Over here." before moving location and whispering once again "Here."
I swung towards the voice each time, all the time not hitting anything but air. He laughed and moved again.
"Boo!" He appeared in front of me sending his boot into my abdomen; the impact forced me back against the desk. I looked up again but he was gone.
"Why are you helping the Warden?" I asked. "Why are you doing this to your own kind?"
The voice spoke again but I could not tell where it was coming from.
"It's not rocket science, I am a survivor. I picked the winning side. The Warden and I served together in the war; he was unaware of my supernatural ability but knew my abilities as a soldier. He realised I could be of use to him once he found out long as I kept quiet about my ability. It’s the survival of the fittest. Do you know how different the war zone will be once we perfect the elite soldier program? Our country will be unstoppable."
"The Warden will turn on you, sooner or later. People will find out about your ability and the government will force his hand or find someone to replace him. You can't win."
"Wrong." Shadow materialised in front of me once more lunging forward with another kick that caught me in the stomach and winded me.
I caught my breath and decided to taunt him once more. Moving behind the desk I began to speak again.
"I'm right and you know it. You can't keep playing this game and expect to win. Hell, maybe I'll tell the entire prison myself about your little H.G Wells trick."
"No you won't, as dead men can't talk."
Shadow appeared again in front of me, but this time I was ready. He lounged once more with his right leg which I easily avoided, sidestepping the blow. I grabbed Shadow by the back of the neck and using his own momentum, sent him into the bay window. Glass shattered as his body passed through the glass. He disappeared from sight for a moment before reappearing a few feet further. There was nothing below him now and his body began to fall. He let out a scream as he did but it was soon drowned out by the wind and crashing waves below. His body landed on a rock just shy of the water's edge with a sickening thud. I looked down upon his lifeless body as a wave crept up onto the rock. The next moment his body was gone, swept out to see to be pounded against the cliff face.
I quickly moved towards Warlock but it was too late. He was gone. I felt for his pulse, placing my fingers on his neck but there was nothing. I closed his eyes, saddened by the death of Warlock. I owed Warlock for me being able to get out of my cell. I looked at him one last time before getting up to leave. I walked briskly
"I'm sorry man." He said.
I walked to the desk to search for any more information.
"Help me look." I said to Warlock who looked hesitant. He just wanted to leave. He shrugged his shoulders and also began to walk to the desk.
"Okay man, but we are out of here in one minute..."
His last word was cut short and he stood still gasping for air.
"Warlock? You okay?
A stain of blood appeared over Warlocks overalls. Shadow appeared as if from nowhere, he was holding a knife. A knife that Warlock had walked straight into.
"You bastard!" I shouted.
Shadow just smiled and laughed.
"It's like looking into a mirror." he said. "You truly have a remarkable gift. Not too dissimilar to my own. You hide in plain sight, I hide out of sight."
"We are nothing alike." I replied.
"Take off my face; you dishonour me by wearing it. So that's what I would look like if I was smaller?"
He laughed once more, a deep throaty laugh. I picked up a miniature statue of the prison sitting atop the Warden's desk and threw it with all my force. Shadow dodged the bullet with ease, disappearing as he did so.
I could no longer see Shadow, but he taunted me. He would whisper "Over here." before moving location and whispering once again "Here."
I swung towards the voice each time, all the time not hitting anything but air. He laughed and moved again.
"Boo!" He appeared in front of me sending his boot into my abdomen; the impact forced me back against the desk. I looked up again but he was gone.
"Why are you helping the Warden?" I asked. "Why are you doing this to your own kind?"
The voice spoke again but I could not tell where it was coming from.
"It's not rocket science, I am a survivor. I picked the winning side. The Warden and I served together in the war; he was unaware of my supernatural ability but knew my abilities as a soldier. He realised I could be of use to him once he found out long as I kept quiet about my ability. It’s the survival of the fittest. Do you know how different the war zone will be once we perfect the elite soldier program? Our country will be unstoppable."
"The Warden will turn on you, sooner or later. People will find out about your ability and the government will force his hand or find someone to replace him. You can't win."
"Wrong." Shadow materialised in front of me once more lunging forward with another kick that caught me in the stomach and winded me.
I caught my breath and decided to taunt him once more. Moving behind the desk I began to speak again.
"I'm right and you know it. You can't keep playing this game and expect to win. Hell, maybe I'll tell the entire prison myself about your little H.G Wells trick."
"No you won't, as dead men can't talk."
Shadow appeared again in front of me, but this time I was ready. He lounged once more with his right leg which I easily avoided, sidestepping the blow. I grabbed Shadow by the back of the neck and using his own momentum, sent him into the bay window. Glass shattered as his body passed through the glass. He disappeared from sight for a moment before reappearing a few feet further. There was nothing below him now and his body began to fall. He let out a scream as he did but it was soon drowned out by the wind and crashing waves below. His body landed on a rock just shy of the water's edge with a sickening thud. I looked down upon his lifeless body as a wave crept up onto the rock. The next moment his body was gone, swept out to see to be pounded against the cliff face.
I quickly moved towards Warlock but it was too late. He was gone. I felt for his pulse, placing my fingers on his neck but there was nothing. I closed his eyes, saddened by the death of Warlock. I owed Warlock for me being able to get out of my cell. I looked at him one last time before getting up to leave. I walked briskly