D-Class Dungeon III

There were now just ten frightened survivors standing in a circle with flashlights anxiously pointed outward into the darkness.

All of a sudden, Lucas sensed the teeth again. He swung his flashlight just above their heads in the centre of the circle when he caught a glimpse of a four legged predator with red eyes and a shadowy body that seemed to dissipate once the light reached him.

The beast was lunging at a team member who was shaking the most with terror.

Victor also saw it and the normally calm foreman looked terrified. "What the frick was that?!"

"I didn't sign up for this!" another person screamed.

Lucas smiled.

Victor looked annoyed. "What the hell are you laughing at?" he said in his new york accent.

"It's the light," Lucas said "Whatever this thing is, It doesn't like the light."

The remaining ten survivors looked at him nervously. "So all we have to do is keep the lights on?" one of them asked.

At that moment, one of the flashlight sputtered and died. Victor grabbed it and slapped it with his heavy palm repeatedly, trying to coax it back to life but it stayed dead. "We don't have alot of time left," Lucas said.

Victor sat on the ground looking dejected. "And I was so close to retirement," he said. "This was going to be my last run. I was going to travel somwhere warm with the missus and yell at youngsters at the beach."

Lucas put his hand on his shoulder to comfort him.

Victor glancd at his arm and noticed the new tattoo of a fly on his forearm. "I didn't take you for the tattoo type," he said. "This is sure a terrible choice. You could've chosen a lion not this travesty."

Lucas forgot about the tattoo for a moment. "I didn't get it. It just appeared on my arm a moment ago and started glowing," he said.

Victor bolted to his feet and fixed Lucas with a piercing gaze. "That's...that's...a power sign you idiot," he stuttered. "No wonder you knew that something was in here with us."

Lucas stared blankly at the tattoo. "What do you know about power signs and how can we use it to kill that thing?"

Victor scratched his bearded chin. "All I know is that all power signs have a trigger...some sort of emotion," he said. "I heard stories of a someone in the ranger unit, a goth chick, always wearing black. She hated her dad so much, she triggered the ability to summon magic beasts."

Lucas nodded. "I think my trigger is fear," he said.

"Do we have any weapons?" Lucas asked.

Victor looked around and retrieved a small pickaxe before handing it to him.

They all stood in silence as another flashlight sputtered and died.

"Turn off all the lights," Lucas finally said.

Victor looked dumbfounded. "What the hell are you thinking?!"

Lucas stared at him with a look of determination. "Just trust me."

Victor hesitated. "You all heard the boy," he said. "Hit the off switches."

The team hesitated for a few seconds before folllowing through.

Once the lights were off, Lucas was hit with a wave of fear so crippling that he could barely breathe.

Then he saw it. Somwhere in the darkness a pair of red eyes. It bared its fangs and ran towards them.

Before it got to him, Lucas felt time stand still. Suddenly he knew what he had to do and more importantly, he knew what the beast was going to do.

It was going after the person with the most fear.

Victor.

"Duck!" Lucas screamed before swinging the pickaxe with all his might.

He felt the makeshift weapon connect with something.