Chapter 2
800 Words
Right before her eyes, as the gush of the colourful spell fell off his wand, everywhere, the rain, the road and the towering man in her front vanished.
She flicked her wand hysterically, looking for something or something to attack.
Like magic, some things began to materialise from thin air. At first she thought she was in a trance, but look, where on earth did kitchen utensils come from!
It started with a kettle, then a frying pan, a set of cooking pots followed by forks, knifes and chop sticks.
Then at a sudden, the ground shifted and a wall rose out of it. In no time, she was surrounded by it. Everywhere she turned was embroidered wall, a wall designed by drawings of utensils.
It is like she has been set into a kitchen, as if a kitchen materialised around her. She was still wondering what the hell was happening when he heard the man, her attacker talk.
"You should give it up now. All I want is the relic, no one has to get harmed"
Mary whisked her wand again, if only he appeared, she is going to send him into the shadows!
"You won't get it out of here if you resits, no one has ever escaped from the Kitchen box, you won't be the first. The earlier you give me what I want, the faster I let you go"
The girl rolled her eyes. She wasn't buying all the threat. Every wand master boosts about his or her trick as being undone, that's like the first law in the book. It's an intimidating and well as a delaying tactics.
Mary starred at the kettle, the voice seems to be coming from it. It's like the man had merely transformed and could see her through the nozzle of the kettle.
"Acursed!"
Magic surged from her wand and sent the kettle off the table in an explosion. Mary smirked, that was something attack. That should shut the talkative kitchen utensil up a while, eh!
The Kettle giggled. If she wasn't so tensed, she would believe she saw it move.
"It's useless, Mary, there is no way out of here. You are in my net and there is no way out!"
He wasn't the kettle after all. That means she must have been sucked in another dimension but her attacker can still see her. She must get out of her. There is no way she is letting go of the relic of satin.
She shot another spell at the wall itself.
She didn't expect the spell to rebound off the wall and only sheer agility prevented her from injuring herself.
"How foolish are you, Mary. How on earth do you think that your flimsy spells could break my wall?"
"Enough of the words, why don't you come on out of your hiding place and fight me like a man"
"Ah, ah Mary, be careful what you wish for"
"Come on out, fight me like a man. If you you the gust, let's tango!"
"Alright then!"
At that moment, look, the embroidery on the wall begins to move! And two doorways appeared through them and four wandfantry walked in.
Although they were pointing their weapons dangerously at her, all she saw however was the doorway behind them. If she could fight her way through, she can make the run for it!
She didn't wait for them to attack.
"Alexzinamo!"
Green energy crackled through and surges in the direction of all four wandfantry. Three anticipated the sudden aggression and deflected the blow while it landed on the one who stood on her far right.
Before they could regroup, she jumped over the fallen wandfantry, into the doorway, nearly striking her head on the frame. It lead to the dark hollow miner-like path she came through. When she went up the stairs again, she was positive she might escape after all.
She heard her attackers scrambling after her and without looking back sent an explosive spell down the tunnel.
Like before she heard reversal crackles, but she was too jittery to check. The tunnel gave in to the path when the street lantern hang but now that the cat was out of the bag, there was no reason to hide.
The drizzle had finally grown into a fully-fledged rain and water was pelting every living and non-living soul. She ran for the gates.
The weight of her wet clothes didn't help the course and she constantly pushed wet hair off her face. She was almost at the gates when a spell flashed by her and bombed the barricade into pieces.
BOOM!
The energy flung her yards back across the open yard. It was on the cold wet ground, Mary Shaw, the snitch from the Leaf, passed out.
All turned to absolute darkness.
- Writer
