The next room was filled with fragments of mirrors and the closest fragment had something written on it. Cas made a step forwards and squeezed his eyes to read the tiny letters. It said: ‘Use the reflections in the fragments to find the two tablets.
“Great. Piece of cake” Cas mumbled sarcastic.
The fragments were very close to each other and so Cas lifted his left arm to protects his face, while the fragments cut in his sides, his shoulders, his legs, his arms and his chest.
He stopped after a few yards and carefully put his arm down. He examined the fragments around him, trying not to touch them; his hands were hurting immensely.
One of the reflections made him turn to his right and cut his way through to the first tablet in the room. He bent through his knees, the sharp edges piercing his flesh, and he put the tablet in the bag. Kevin must’ve done something with the bag, because it didn’t seem to get heavier.
Cas looked at the fragments around him and learned the second tablet was close to the door at the other side. Leaving a trail of blood he shuffled through the fragments to the door. He found the second tablet and put it in the bag.
He stood up, careless for just a second and felt a sharp, stinging pain in the right side of his neck. He had managed to stab himself with one of the fragments. Blood streaming over his neck and shoulder he used the reflection as a guide to help him pull out the fragment. When he had done so, blood flowed out of his neck, splattered on the mirrors and the floor.
Cas pressed his hurting hand against his neck and reached for the door.
Meg’s room had some kind of web, made of average looking threads. However, the moment she touched one of the threads an electric shock flowed through her body. There was only one tablet in the room, in the center.
Meg took off Cas’ shirt and used it to lift the thread in front of her. She maneuvered her body alongside the electric threads, unable to avoid all shock. Meg felt like she was playing Operation with her as the tweezers.
Meg figured the best way to get to the tablet was if she stayed low to the floor. So she ducked, after putting the shirt back on, and lay herself on the floor. She dragged herself forward while the threads burned through the shirt and ruined her hair. She reached the tablet and put it in the bag. Then she dragged herself to the end of the room.
“Great. Piece of cake” Cas mumbled sarcastic.
The fragments were very close to each other and so Cas lifted his left arm to protects his face, while the fragments cut in his sides, his shoulders, his legs, his arms and his chest.
He stopped after a few yards and carefully put his arm down. He examined the fragments around him, trying not to touch them; his hands were hurting immensely.
One of the reflections made him turn to his right and cut his way through to the first tablet in the room. He bent through his knees, the sharp edges piercing his flesh, and he put the tablet in the bag. Kevin must’ve done something with the bag, because it didn’t seem to get heavier.
Cas looked at the fragments around him and learned the second tablet was close to the door at the other side. Leaving a trail of blood he shuffled through the fragments to the door. He found the second tablet and put it in the bag.
He stood up, careless for just a second and felt a sharp, stinging pain in the right side of his neck. He had managed to stab himself with one of the fragments. Blood streaming over his neck and shoulder he used the reflection as a guide to help him pull out the fragment. When he had done so, blood flowed out of his neck, splattered on the mirrors and the floor.
Cas pressed his hurting hand against his neck and reached for the door.
Meg’s room had some kind of web, made of average looking threads. However, the moment she touched one of the threads an electric shock flowed through her body. There was only one tablet in the room, in the center.
Meg took off Cas’ shirt and used it to lift the thread in front of her. She maneuvered her body alongside the electric threads, unable to avoid all shock. Meg felt like she was playing Operation with her as the tweezers.
Meg figured the best way to get to the tablet was if she stayed low to the floor. So she ducked, after putting the shirt back on, and lay herself on the floor. She dragged herself forward while the threads burned through the shirt and ruined her hair. She reached the tablet and put it in the bag. Then she dragged herself to the end of the room.
