Nugget leaped from the pile of what-used-to-be-a-padlock, scampering up the iron bars and thrusting himself into the gap between the door and the frame. With a heavy shove he forced the door open, letting the little girl run to...
Where could she run? The door opened with a loud shriek of rusty metal and the sound of bootsteps stopped.
"I hear you, little girl." A deep, gravelly voice boomed from the stairs. "How you opened the cage is of no matter. You will not escape." There was a hint of amusement in his voice, but Nugget recognised it instantly. Drake!
The soft padding sound had stopped as well, now replaced by a low rumbling growl that shook Nugget and his new friend to the core.
"Relax my friend," Drake said, "you will have all you can eat in a moment. For now, I must feed - savour the fear."
His terrified mind racing, Nugget remembered a few months ago, at the turn of the New Year when he (for he was a young rat) had first seen fireworks. He recalled the bright, flashy lights and the loud rattles and bangs and thought 'make it so, make it happen'.
Suddenly, the room was full of brilliant colour and deafening noise. Sparks erupted from Nugget's paws in startling shades of blue, green, red, purple and every colour imaginable. Drake threw up his hands to shield his eyes, and Ashleigh saw her chance. She leapt, trying to shove her way past him. Her fingers caught on his amulet, tearing it loose from his neck...
(TO BE CONCLUDED...)
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