Utterly Mad

Continued:

Wile let out a cry of alarm as the Red eyes lurked forward towards the light. Winter tugged on his arm, dragging him up to the Entrance of Kings.

Meanwhile Stone drew his blade and held his shield ready, he was going to protect the civilians if it was the last thing he ever did.
The red eyes glared at Stone
"Killed your master did we? That's so sad...and yet it makes me so glad."
"Die beast!" Stone shouted as he sprinted forth, by now the Entrance Guards were drawing their own weapons and running to fight.
The Pack seemed wary to fight this time, as though they were afraid. The figure stepped into the light.
His finger bones had leapt through his hands, curling into wicked claws. His shoulders curled into wicked spearlike appendages, a long protruding scorpion like tail of bone came from his rear. He let out a shriek that made everyone else stop and glare.

"What's wrong? Afraid of the dark?" It shouted with a scream which seemed to shake the foundation of Fortress itself.
Stone shook his head in fright and began to run from the creature. The Entrance guards had stopped in their place.
The beast lurched forward like it was faster then light itself.  Wile and Winter passed the Entrance guards, turning in time to see the beast smack Stone to the ground and continue towards them.
They kept running.
"Run, run!" An elderly voice shouted from the other end of the hall, out stepped Roland, his arms pointing vividly to the way downstairs!
"T'e safety! Go, go!" he yelled.
They did as they were told, running down the stairs as fast as they could, a crowd of onlookers with terrified looks watched them, a couple of people came out to give hugs to the pair who had survived.

But where was Roland...
Wile jerked free of Winter's grasp and sprinted back up the stairs.
The beast was marching through the Entrance of Kings. The pair of Guards lay dead at his feet.
"Bring back my prey old man."
"They're not yers ta' keep!"
The beast let out a horrific roar and sprinted towards Roland. Roland flicked his rod out.
The creature pounded downwards with it's shoulder spear, Roland knocked it aside, returning a blow to the chin of the beast.
"Quite the fighter are we?"
The creature slammed the rod to the ground with it's palm, grasping onto Roland by the throat and slamming him up against the wall.
"If you'll not bring them to me...I will."
The beast opened it's mouth wide, a long tube stabbed out, inserting into Roland's chest and beginning to pump something.

Wile went white as he heard Roland scream...it was the worst sound he'd ever heard. Tears streamed down his face as he sprinted back down the stairs, running straight into Winter and holding onto her for support.
Everything had gone so wrong...so quickly.

The stairway was locked with a metal gate, and the screaming finally ended.