The Curtains - Izma

13

WILL WILL WILL

Every mouth has the same word and same eccentric fear of losing him.

Edward opened the door. A strange sound ricochet like the door is bolted for decades.

We walked through the door, the moment was paused, our minds were tarried when we saw a catacomb, a subversive cemetery entailing human-skull made subterranean alleyways with recesses for tombs, used as a burial place, constructed by the ancient Romans.

Gulping petrifyingly, we strolled inside.

Foots were bit strangled, placing my hand on wall I push myself.

The passage ended up to a slaughter room.

Thousands of bodies carpeted the floor, smashed into pieces, cut down, slayed brutally.

Large chopping machine was placed at right side of the room, cloaked with bodies, sharp pointed carnage tools were decorated on a brown shelf.

A massacre was being done there.

Words flew away, mouth was gashed in disbelief, closing my hand tight that the blood finds the way out.

"WILL" May exclaimed, heavily panting as she breaths.

Will was hanged up on the wall, every bone of his body was broken, neck was twisted, knee cap was totally distorted, his hands were nailed, veins were drooping from the body.

Elizabeth scrunches her face with pain, tears escaped the eye lids, squeezing herself harshly, she bended to weep out loud.

Getting abnormally fragile and ashen, I was going to crumple down, clutching Jacob's fuzzy side of jacket

"This is a curse", silver tears lined my eyes, worst nightmare came across me, heart was thrillingly throbbing and I ran back through the passage.

Heels were ticking louder against the human skulls walls.

I kicked the door open, ran across the hall way directly to exist point.

Felt like someone was pushing me out, pain and fear not letting my legs to stop.

Rioting agony dressed my body, all I wanted is to get out of that haunted place.

"Emma, Emma" sorely voices echoed the empty large hall, bouncing back to us.

"Stop, where are you going", Jacob grabbed my hand, shook me up and pulled me against his chest.

Flooding tears drenched his jacket.

"Will is dead. He doesn't deserve to end up like this" I kept on crying, enraged pain made me to scratch his hand, until I felt a cordial touch at the back of my head.

The grip loosens up, pain scattered down as he shielded his muscular arms around me, uncertain care mirrored in those brown gleamed warm eyes.

We were halted just a step away from main door, almost minded up to quit, but bad luck knocked the door again.

"Karen" Susi murmured turning around with a flashlight on her hand.