Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Day 2, The Second One

I awoke, expecting to see my room. Instead, I was met with the horrifying sight of a dark alleway slowly enveloping me. I couldn't see anything more than 3 feet in front of me. My heart began to race and a loud beeping could be heard around me, as though mimicking my heartbeat. I soon saw a light at the end of the dark hall in which I stood. I slowly began walking towards it; after a few steps, I realized it was becoming brighter much faster than it should be, as though the source of the light was moving towards me at an alarming rate. I stopped dead in my tracks.
At that very second, the light source flew by me. Time seemed to stop at that very instant. I looked to my right to see a lantern being hung from a chain, connected to what seemed to be a detached hand. I followed the wrist and the line where the arm should have been and saw a torso without a head or legs. The darkness quickly defeated me as the cold embrace of death swallowed me. My eyes immediately shot open to see an incredible blinding light above me. I could sense frantic movement all around me as my chest convulsed and I was immediately transported back to the dark alleyway.
I looked in the direction where the atrocious being was heading before to see the statue that I layed under near minutes ago was full of life. Many bright lights were dancing around it. I also saw the outline of a scrawny figure standing near it. I cautiously headed towards the silhouette and was taken back when its bright red eyes met mine. It slowly raised its hand and beckoned me. I took the last few remaining steps between me and it as though not controlling my feet. I timidly asked, "What are you?" I recieved no answer, the being simply looked back at the statue. I decided to try another question, "What are you doing here?"
It looked at me and my father's voice rung through my ears whispering, "remembering." The next thing I felt was the cold hard ground hitting the back of my head as my vocal cords strained and my throat stretched to accomodate the blood-curtling scream that fled my lungs.

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