Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Blood Power ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

With a snarl, Hiei jumped high into the buzzing throng and sliced his katana through three of the giant wasps. He turned sharply as he landed, taking in the battle raging around them. The little brains the bugs had in them were made up for by their huge numbers and poisonous sting.

 

It seemed, to Hiei at least, that everyone he chopped down had at least three more to take its place. Damn the little bastards but they were annoying. Even his speed wasn't doing much to quell the demon horde. The humans weren't doing much better. They did the best they could with far reaching attacks, but the bees kept edging closer. With their human weakness, death by poisoning was a definite possibility. Kurama was moving in a deathly swirl of his rose whip.

 

If they didn't finish soon, someone was going to be hit. With that thought, Hiei resumed his swift strikes. The bees began dropping in a line as he moved towards his comrades.

 

 

“Urameshi!” yelled Kuwabara. He dodged a bee aiming for his head and chopped off the head of another with his spirit sword. He was panting, his swings getting slower and slower. Good as he was, he didn't have the demon stamina of his partners.

 

“Urameshi!” he bellowed again. Starting to get nervous, his voice was starting to squeak.

 

“URAME-”

 

“What is it, Kuwabara? Can't you see I'm busy?” With a snarl he punched three of the minor demons back.

 

Kuwabara grunted. As if they had time for stupid questions.

 

“Urameshi, I don't think we can keep this up. We need to make a run for it. Even Hiei and Kurama are starting to get overwhelmed. If one of gets stung…” He let the sentence hang as he continued swinging and chopping.

 

Yusuke grunted. As much as he hated to admit it, Kuwabara was probably right. Even he was starting to tire.

 

He thought for a minute. “Ok, Kuwabara. Let's try this. You're gonna give me a boost, and I'll shoot a clear path with my spirit gun. Hopefully, if our luck holds, we can run through the space and into the woods. They wouldn't be able to follow us in there, what with the trees and all. Sound good?”

 

“Hell yes. Kurama? Hiei?”

 

“We don't have much of a choice, Yusuke. We better do this now, while we all can still run.”

 

“Alright then. Alley oop, Kuwabara!” Yusuke took a running leap. With a final chop, Kuwabara turned and put his hands out for the jump.

 

Taking careful aim, Yusuke began to build the power in his right pointer finger. “Ok boys and girls,” he whispered. “Here - we - go..”

 

“SPIRIT GUN!”

 

A blast of blue energy went sailing through the demons, clearing a path almost a mile wide.

 

“Run for it!” shouted Yusuke. And with that, the detectives began running down the path. They all recognized that the only way they were going to get out of this was through those woods.

 

The wasps were already closing in, their ranks hardly diminished.

 

They weren't going to make it.

 

 

Hiei swore. He was going to have to do it. He was going to have to make an honorable motion.

 

Hell. His reputation was never going to be the same.

 

He stopped running.

 

Yusuke turned. “What do you think you're doing, Hiei?”

 

Hiei faced him. “Don't be thick, Yusuke. You humans won't make it at the rate you are running. One of us needs to hold them off. I have the speed and skill to do so. Now move.”

 

Yusuke hesitated. Making a swift decision, he turned and ran towards the woods.

 

Grimfaced, Hiei smiled. With no one there to watch, he could kill any way he wanted.

 

 

She shuddered in the corner, as far away from the pile of hay as she could get. Most likely, the rat was there hiding, waiting to terrorize her some more.

 

What was she going to do? It was hopeless. She had tried several times to budge the door, but it simply refused to move.

 

As far as she could tell, no one else was even nearby. She had strained her ears listening for any sign of life besides the rat. There wasn't even any heavy breathing.

 

The image of the dead little boy kept flitting through her mind. Entrails strewed all around him, blood-red grass, a black sky. It was horrible. She doubted she would ever be able to forget such a sight. It was heart-wrenching to see anyone die in such a manner, especially such a young child.

 

Enough. I need to stop thinking about him or I'll just start crying all over again. She put her head in her hands.

 

She began taking deep breaths, ignoring the smell of the small cell. She was going to go crazy here. There was absolutely nothing to do to take her mind of these terrible visions.

 

She began to think of the rat again. It had been a pretty damn big rat, in her opinion. Practically the size of a small dog…

 

And it was no where to be found. She frowned. She had watched it scurry behind the pile of hay a while ago. The pile hadn't twitched since. Maybe… it had found a way out.

 

The more she considered, the more the notion began to catch on.

 

The rat had definitely left her cell. And for it to leave, there had to be a hole.

 

She entertained a few wild notions that it lead outside her cell and outside her prison completely. Maybe she would end up in the woods, or someplace nice - like a hotspring. More realistically, it went to another cell, just like in all the movies. Hopefully, that cell would be unlocked.

 

Well, first thing's first. She needed to see if there even was a hole.

 

She crawled over, trying to avoid falling in the hay itself. She delicately shoved aside some of the moldy pile, trying to stay as close to the wall as possible.

 

And there! Nestled right in the corner was a hole, about the size of small pillow. She looked critically at the wall. This wall was more run down than the others. There seemed to be a water leak right above it. Mold flourished, and there were some pretty large cracks. The stone looked barely able to hold up to a good kick. Maybe, she could pull the stone apart, or at least out…

 

Summoning her meager strength, she latched onto one of the rocks and gave it a mighty pull. A small bit of it flecked away. She frowned. Trying again, she pulled yet another small chunk out. She growled. Getting down on her knees, she sort of curled her arm up and under the stones. Putting her full weight behind the pull, she gave one last yank. She pulled out almost an entire stone.

 

She smiled around the sweat pouring down her face. She could definitely crawl through that, what with how many of her ribs showing. She allowed herself one small grin. Maybe she would be able to get out after all.

 

Taking one last look around her cell, she crawled through the hole in the wall, never to return.