Emmanuel stares into James's eyes. Blood seeps out of the wound in his torso, and he starts to waver. Lightning crackles around the two, then fire, then rain. Emmanuel starts to glow turquoise, orange, purple, red, yellow, blue, black, green and white. His eyes glow with fiery energy. he opens his mouth, which glows too. Black flecks materialise in the glow, and a gasping demonic scream shakes the room.
The ground falls apart below them into a bottomless funnel, a fiery yellow with chunks of black nothing dotted around the place. The energy swirls in an incomprehensible shape, the heat from it is almost unbearable. The floor starts cracking as the pit starts growing. James drifts away from the pit, and we're forced back with him. Fiery whips latch onto Emmanuel's body and he starts to flake away, like, physically flake away. The scream gets louder, and his eyes and mouth widen until the glow takes up his whole face, and then his whole body. Then, the glow resides, until he is left as a shrivelled, bloated husk of a man. He's still flaking away, slowly.
BWOOF!
He explodes into charred flakes and rags, rags of rags. The fragments drift into the pit, drift into oblivion. Oblivion spins faster, disorientating me, and the chunks of blackness slam upwards into the gap, forming the floor again. I stare for a good five minutes at the floor.
The alarm sounds, snapping me out of it. "ELITE FORCES!" The new girl yells. Ciara, I think.
And so, as it has been so much before, it is now time to run.
