User:Mike Mike Mike/Years Of School/Episode:The Ability Traps Part 2
|The Ability Traps Part 2|
|First aired:||Apr 5th 2011|
|Written by:||Mr. muggles mike|
|Directed by:||Mr. muggles mike|
|Next episode:||An Unexpect Villain|
- James, Michael and Jenny face the ability traps.
“Stop moving!” Jenny ordered them.
“Oh, stp moving, that’s a great help,” snarled Michael, leaning back, trying to stop the plant from curling around his neck. “Shut up, I’m trying to remember how to kill it!” said Hermione.
“Well, hurry up, I can’t breathe!” James gasped, wrestling with it as it curled around his chest.
“It likes the dark and the damp.”
“So light a fire!” James choked.
“Yes — of course — but there’s no wood!” Janny cried, wringing her hands.
“Oh!” said Michael, and she whipped out his hand, waved it and mad a huge black hole. In a matter of seconds, they all felt it loosening its grip as it was sucked into the pit of nothingness. Wriggling and flailing, it unraveled itself from their bodies, and they were able to pull free.
“This way,” said James, pointing down a stone passageway, which was the only way forward.
All they could hear apart from their footsteps was the gentle drip of water trickling down the walls. The passageway sloped downward.
“Can you hear something?” Michael whispered.
James listened. A soft rustling and clinking seemed to be coming from up ahead.
“Do you think it’s a ghost?”
“I don’t know... sounds like keys to me.”
“There’s light ahead — I can see something moving.”
They reached the end of the passageway and saw before them a brilliantly lit chamber, its ceiling arching high above them. It was full of small, keys, flying and tumbling all around the room. On the opposite side of the chamber was a heavy wooden door.
“Do you think they’ll attack us if we cross the room?” said Michael.
“Probably,” said James. “They don’t look very vicious, but I suppose if they all swooped down at once… well, there’s no other choice… I’ll run.”
He took a deep breath, covered his face with his arms, and sprinted across the room. He expected to feel tearing at him any second, but nothing happened. He reached the door untouched. He pulled the handle, but it was locked.
The other two followed him. They tugged and heaved at the door, but it wouldn’t budge.
“Now what?” said Michael.
“These keys... they can’t be here just for decoration,” said Jenny.
They watched the keys soaring overhead, glittering — glittering ?
“But there are hundreds of them!”
Michael examined the lock on the door.
“We’re looking for a big, old-fashioned one — probably silver, like the handle.”
Jenny touched James' hand.
They each jetted off with their ability, soaring into the midst of the cloud of keys. James and Jenny were usign jets of water to keep themselves off the ground but Michael however, was using his ability to pull himself in one direction to another.
They grabbed and snatched, but the keys darted and dived so quickly it was almost impossible to catch one.
James had a knack for spotting things other people didn’t. After a minute’s weaving about through the whirl of rainbow feathers, he noticed a large silver key that was bent slightly, as if it had already been caught and stuffed roughly into the keyhole.
“That one!” he called to the others. “That big one — there — no, there — bright blue.”
Michael went speeding in the direction that James was pointing and crashed into the ceiling.
“We’ve got to close in on it!” James called, not taking his eyes off the key. “Michael, you come at it from above — Jenny, stay below and stop it from going down and I’ll try and catch it. Right, NOW!”
Michael dived, Jenny rocketed upward, the key dodged them both, and James streaked after it; it sped toward the wall, James leaned forward and with a nasty, crunching noise, pinned it against the stone with one hand. Michael and Jenny’s cheers echoed around the high chamber.
They landed quickly, and James ran to the door, the key struggling in his hand. He rammed it into the lock and turned – it worked. The moment the lock had clicked open, the key took flight again, looking very battered now that it had been caught twice.
“Ready?” James asked the other two, his hand on the door handle. They nodded. He pulled the door open.
The next chamber was so dark they couldn’t see anything at all. But as they stepped into it, light suddenly flooded the room to reveal an astonishing sight.
They were standing on the edge of a huge hole. Facing them, way across the chamber, was the door. James, Michael and Jenny shivered slightly.
“Now what do we do?” James whispered.
“It’s obvious, isn’t it?” said Michael. “We’ve got to fly our way across the room.”
“How?” said Hermione nervously.
“I think,” said Ron, “Like we've just done.”
He walked up to the edge of the hole. At once, he ficked his wrist but was blown back with a bright light. Michael quickly got to his feet.
“Do we — er — have to join you to get across?” The black knight nodded. Ron turned to the other two.
“We can't use our abilities... This needs thinking about...” he said. “Let's just think about this for a minute... who did Donna say created the traps?... There was Mrs Marbloss, that was the plant - Mr King, he must have made the keys fly using his ability... So that leaves Miss Grace, Miss Yaga, Miss Sky and Miss Magpie”
James and Jenny stayed quiet, watching Michael think. Finally Jenny said, “Oh, that is cleaver!”
“What?” said James quickly. “What is it?”
Suddently without warning, Jenny ran towards the door.
The other two screamed as they thought Jenny to plummet.
But Jenny just kept running.
"Don't you see?" Jenny said, "Miss Yaga could turn herself [User:Mike Mike Mike/Years Of School/Invisibility|invisible]]. But she could also turn other things invisible."
Michael and James looked at eachother and walked across the hole.
They had reached another door.
“All right?” James whispered.
James pushed it open.
A disgusting smell filled their nostrils, making all of them pull their robes up over their noses. Eyes watering, they saw, flat on the floor in front of them, a moutian bear, out cold with a bloody lump on its head.
“I’m glad we didn’t have to fight that,” James whispered as they stepped carefully over one of its massive legs. “Come on, I can’t breathe.”
He pulled open the next door, both of them hardly daring to look at what came next - but there was nothing very frightening in here, just a table with seven differently shaped bottles standing on it in a line.
“Sky’s,” said Michael. “What do we have to do?”
James and Jenny stepped over the threshold, and immediately a fire sprang up behind them in the doorway. It wasn’t ordinary fire either; it was purple. At the same instant, black flames shot up in the doorway leading onward. James and Jenny were trapped.
“Look!” Jenny seized a roll of paper lying next to the bottles. James looked over her shoulder to read it:
Danger lies before you, while safety lies behind,
Two of us will help you, which ever you would find,
One among us seven will let you move ahead,
Another will transport the drinker back instead,
Two among our number hold only nettle wine,
Three of us are killers, waiting bidden in line.
Choose, unless you wish to stay here forevermore,
To help you in your choice, we give you these clues four:
First, however slyly the poison tries to hide
You will always find some on nettle wine’s left side;
Second, different are those who stand at either end,
But if you would move onward, neither is your friend;
Third, as you see clearly, all are different size,
Neither dwarf nor giant holds death in their insides;
Fourth, the second left and the second on the right
Are twins once you taste them, though different at first sight.
Jenny let out a great sigh and James, amazed, saw that she was smiling, the very last thing he felt like doing.
“ Brilliant ,” said Jenny. “It’s logic — a puzzle. Everything we need is here on this paper. Seven bottles: three are poison; two are wine; one will get us safely through the black fire, and one will get us back through the purple.”
“But how do we know which to drink?”
“Give me a minute.”
Jenny read the paper several times. Then she walked up and down the line of bottles, muttering to herself and pointing at them. At last, she clapped her hands.
“Got it,” she said. “The smallest bottle will get us through the black fire — toward the Virus.”
James looked at the tiny bottle.
“There’s only enough there for one of us,” he said. “That’s hardly one swallow.”
They looked at each other.
“Which one will get you back through the purple flames?”
Jenny pointed at a rounded bottle at the right end of the line.
“You drink that,” said James. “No, listen, get back and get Michael. Go back to the key room, fly out of the trapdoor and past the creature — send a letter to Miss Magpie, we need her. I might be able to hold Sky off for a while, but I’m no match for her, really.”
Jenny’s lip trembled, and she suddenly dashed at James and threw her arms around him.
“James — you’re a great person ever, you know.”
“I’m not as good as you,” said James, very embarrassed, as she let go of him.
“Me!” said Jenny. “Books! And cleverness! There are more important things — friendship and bravery and — oh James — be careful!”
“You drink first,” said James. “You are sure which is which, aren’t you?”
“Positive,” said Jenny. She took a long drink from the round bottle at the end, and shuddered.
“It’s not poison?” said James anxiously.
“No — but it’s like ice.”
“Quick, go, before it wears off.”
“Good luck — take care.”
Jenny turned and walked straight through the purple fire.
James took a deep breath and picked up the smallest bottle. He turned to face the black flames.
“Here I come,” he said, and he drained the little bottle in one gulp.
It was indeed as though ice was flooding his body. He put the bottle down and walked forward; he braced himself, saw the black flames licking his body, but couldn’t feel them — for a moment he could see nothing but dark fire — then he was on the other side, in the last chamber.
There was already someone there — but it wasn’t Sky...
TO BE CONTINUED