One of those dreams where the vague layout of your college combines with all the anime you watched there.
They play a game with us:
Are we truly hunting you, or faking?
So I play a game with them:
Do I have magic, or not?
All things are believable,
In the corridors of this castle,
The darkened rooms that open
Into bright courtyards as we run.
Dozens of us, only four of them,
But they find my small group
Backed into a parlor. I
Swipe my hand across the door,
Across the second, tell them these
Are barriers they cannot pass.
The leader, with his sunken eyes,
Chooses to move away, but I can only
Do this so many times, before he’ll test it.
Swept into an open space, seats lined up
As for a show. I no longer know the way
Out, but my friend sits next to me,
Assures me the game always drives us
Further in. But two rows behind me,
A hunter presses a sharp tool to my
Girlfriend’s smile, and I don’t
Believe in my magic, but
I do believe in their killing,
So I leap to tell them I will shoot
Fire at them if they do not stop. It takes
Longer, this time, for this one
To move. A girl, one of us,
Laughs at my creativity.
But I know I’ll need a weapon,
Like the ones they have,
If I want a chance at winning.