Vertigo; a sensation of dizziness and off balance. Vertigo typically lasts from around 20 seconds to one minute. Anyone that experiences it may feel like the world around them is spinning. I can confirm that this is true.
A prize. That's what I am now. A prize to be won. Well, I can assure you, this prize will not be falling into the wrong hands.
Peter, Piper, and Sophia sprung into action; Peter and Sophia going immediately for Him, while Piper ran to me as He was distracted. She grabbed me by the shoulders and began to lead me out of the room, away from the fight, but I pulled away.
"We need to get you out!" Piper was frantic. I paid no attention to her. I was scared beyond my wits, but that fear came with an excitement that made me want to watch the fight. Peter was going head to head with Him, his black and white flannel flying up like a cape behind him as he ran towards Him. In only a moment, they collided, and I winced. I expected a cliche superhero movie-esque flash of light or explosion as they began to fight, but all that happened was a throwing of rather skilled punches and kicks. Sophia stood back, for now.
He used His blue and gold crook to His advantage, hooking it around Peter's arm and yanking it behind his back. Peter grimaced and glared at Him. For a moment, Peter stood still, seemingly contemplating something. Then I noticed his eyes were closed. Once he opened them, my own widened. They were completely white.
Above our heads, there was a deep rumbling of thunder, only it wasn't muffled by any roof like thunder usually would be. I tilted my head up and gasped. Storm clouds were forming on the ceiling, lightning cracking through them like concrete during an earthquake. Peter held his free hand out, and as he snapped his fingers, rain began to pour down. A smile made its way onto my face as I watched water droplets plop onto the ground satisfyingly. The thunder made music. The lightning, a show. The rain was warm, much warmer than the water that had filled that dreadful glass box. For just a moment, I forgot about our situation. I'd always loved thunderstorms.
Thunder roared, and to my left, I noticed Piper flinch and step further towards the exit, always eying the dark clouds warily.
"A bit of rain never hurt anyone, did it?" He said, looking at Peter.
"I'm sure you're familiar with lightning, though." Peter glared and raised his hand, ready to snap his fingers. Just before he could, however, there were several shouts from everyone around the room.
"Peter, the area around a lightning strike burns 53,540 degrees! Don't you dare!" Piper shouted.
"Peter, you dumbass, if you snap your fingers I'm evicting you!" Callie yelled. The man that had a hold on Peter started laughing. He took Peter's distraction as an opportunity to further twist his arm. Peter made a slightly pained noise and attempted to pull away, but by looking at his facial expression, that had only made the pain worse.
"Perhaps challenging the man strong enough to make an elephant kneel to his touch wasn't in your best interest," He said with a slight chuckle. Before Peter could reply, He took His hand and placed it on his forehead, muttering a single word. I couldn't make out what it was, but I saw Peter fall where he stood.
The storm dissipated.
A moment of panic froze the room. I noticed everyone's attention snapped towards Piper. He wasn't paying attention, as He was too busy examining the work He had done to Peter. Everyone else, however, was staring at Piper intently. I noticed a few nods in her direction before their attention instead turned to Him.
Callie, Amber, and Sophia all charged at Him, each from a different direction. He took notice of this and glanced at Piper before readying himself. I took this as a notion to look at Piper as well. She tapped the side of her head, and I understood.
I watched as the three girls took Him on from three different angles. Callie's hair and eyes were once again a shimmering scarlet color, and the red substance around her hands was back. She concentrated on the tank I had almost drowned in, and I watched, amazed, as it began to rumble. The glass shook, and the hose that was attached to it snapped off as Callie's red substance began to swirl around it. The tank was then lifted off of the ground, detaching itself from the cold concrete floor. Callie waved her hand, and the glass shattered, though the pieces remained stationary in the air.
In a flash, the shards flew themselves towards Him. Sophia took off as soon as they did, and after a moment, a familiar flash of light blinded the room. Once it had faded, I noticed the tiny pieces of glass were now large enough to be efficiently weaponized. His eyes widened as they were hurled in His direction. With his crook, He knocked a few out of the way; He managed to simply move out of the way of a few others. Luck wasn't completely in His favor, however; one of the shimmering fragments caught His right side, and He let out a cry. I winced as the glass dug into His skin. He fell to His knees, one hand on the ground to steady Himself, but that didn't stop the others from continuing the effort of taking Him down.
As He attempted to stand, the shard still protruding from His side, Amber seized one of His arms, Sophia snatching the other. They forced Him to the ground and had Him pinned there. As He was slammed down, the glass broke in two, part of it remaining stuck in Him. I flinched and turned my head away from the sight.
Callie approached them swiftly, but as she raised her hand, the swirling red substance ready to be used, He let out an anger-filled yell; a guttural shout of frustration.
"ENOUGH!" As He screamed his command, everyone in the room fell where they stood, promptly sitting on the floor. Everyone but me. His arms were released, and He slowly stood. Blood was trickling down to the floor from where his wound was, and His breathing was labored.
Chills went down my spine once again as He glared at us. Never in my life had I seen someone so cold and ruthless looking. His demeanor had gone from cocky to irate. I wanted to move, to run, to flee... But something wouldn't let me. Either fear had paralyzed me, or He did.
"This isn't over," He growled, a pause for breath between each word. His gaze turned to me. A small, arrogant smile flashed across His face. "Osiris," he said.
"What?" I managed to choke out.
"My name. Don't forget it. You'll surely be hearing it a lot more." With that, he disappeared. Teleportation, if I had to guess; Elise had done the same in the forest. There was, however, no sound effect like any movie might have, like a pop. Only an eerie silence.
Osiris was just... gone.
