Flooring tiles threw themselves into the air as dark spikes erupted from the ground below like demonic fingers. Bolted down tables flew throught he rubble that Ezekiel dashed towards, leaping into the face of death. To his right; a sharp spike drove itself upward, slicing dangerously close into his right arm. The tip barely made it through the protective coat, not even jabbing him enough to draw blood- but enough to speed up his heart rate.

So shadows can hurt you.. always thought that was a metaphore..

Ezekiel dropped as a table flipped from the curved edge of a spike flew above him, crashing and splintering into the cement wall on the other side of the restraunt. A bead of sweat ran down the hunters forehead as he slowly progressed foreward, dodgeing spikes and flying dbree alike as he rolled and sprinted towards her.

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Build my fear of what's out there
Cannot breathe the open air
Whisper things into my brain
Assuring me that I'm insane