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Distance
Chapter 1: Shadows
"The shadows, they speak. Over and over they speak of death. They tell me of hell and torture."
He walks; a long corridor sits in wait for him. He continues his path down the long hallway, the place was dimly lit, though there does not seem to be a source. It is a depressing sight, and the path will not end. The further he got, the darker it became until the light completely disappeared. Once again the voices began; far more hostile then they had ever been before.
"Watch out!" One voice yelled. "The demons are all around you. Those who no longer own humanity."
"Yes, yes, they are everywhere. Hidden in this darkness, hidden in this world, and hidden within your insanity." The next one laughed, he seemed as if he lost his mind long before.
"In the distance." Three voices chanted at once. "And we shall follow you there, until you are no different from us." They all faded as they laughed.
Running forward, knowing he could not escape the voices, but eager to be free of the seemingly unending path and the choking darkness that surrounded him.
A dim light showed itself up ahead, hope flickered in his mind. Without knowing what awaited him he slowed down and walk more cautiously. The light wasn’t getting further away, the path didn’t intend to toy with him any longer. There was no door to this stone room, the floor was difficult to see, stepping into the room he felt an unexpected drop and he was knee deep in blood. The splash of blood was accompanied by a loud scream of agony that traveled through the corridor he’d just escaped, from the sound, a woman was being torn into pieces or perhaps tortured.
Turning back, the dim light made everything difficult to see. Putting his hand in front of him, back toward the path, he felt only a wall that sealed it off.
“You’re trapped.” A voice whispered in his ear, it was dark and heartless with no regrets.
“We continue to wait. Wait for you to finally break.” A less hostile one whispered in his other ear. He could feel the warmth of the breath, though nothing stood near him.
“For how long, have we been waiting for death?” One asks another. “We want to die, that is the only escape from this darkness.”
“Yes, you’ve told me with before, but why are you telling me?! I’m of no use to you!” He asked, frustration taking over his voice.
“We who reside in this world, we are cursed! We are unable to die, because we were sent here upon our demise, to be hidden from death until judgment.” A third voice spoke from the other side of the wall.
“My question still stands. Why are you telling me this.” He now spoke with only annoyance, the voices’ fear tactics only pissing him off at this point.
His hand on the wall he waited for a reply, though none was given.
Turning back to the room he saw before him was what perhaps used to be a beautiful woman, her eyes now missing was once. Her entire body covered in the blood that flooded the room and no doubt mixes of her own, an unsightly gash opened her throat. She held something in her right hand, a murderous grin slowly crept across her face and she pulled the rest of the weapon from the blood, a crescent blade in the air, ready to be dropped down
 Desilude · Thu Dec 15, 2011 @ 02:39pm · 0 Comments |
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