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|5| 𝘜𝘯𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦

The song began, no source was found in the midst of it all. The walls continued to be pitch black with only the echoes of breathing coming every few seconds.

They continued to walk, with their lone footsteps into the unknown walls and rooms of this once house.

A house that homed the greatest of experiments and held captive prisoners. They screeched and cried as the power overfilled their weak bodies then went silent and drowsy with no mindset.

***

I walked down the hall with the echoing chambers of the souls of wasted bodies. Their dreams and goals shambled with others and scattered across the confusion of where they belonged.

"I wanna... go ...home..!"

"I don't want this... anymore...!"

"Please... let me go....!"

"I'm Hungry... it's been days.."

"Please... Let us go!.. Me at least..!

They begged for the freedom of the one they once trusted. Though I was also a prisoner. Cement walls and flooring and the tiniest window. The door was also cement, locked from the outside. There was no longer any home for me.

They began to quiet as he walked down the hall. But in reality, they never existed, they were never there. There are only two of us now, the man in the next block and me...

They had all been here, at separate times, hundreds of them dead within their block.

He then stopped walking at mine, I looked up and saw his red eyes looking down upon me through the tiny window for the door.

Panic ran through my body, I immediately shot up and backed away hitting the hard cement wall and wishing for me to become it, to seep through it and run free.

He opened the door and as it slid open the screeching sound of the cement against cement had risen.

He reached his hand out towards me as he came step by step closer. The clicks of his shoes remained echoing following each step.

"No..!" yelled the prisoner in the block over. "Not again! Don't!"

Though there were no windows, so he could not know.

His hand had a black hole in it reaching towards me. The presence of a quirk came out along with its color, he had forcefully grabbed my head and was now giving me another quirk.

I screamed in pain, this was once again another, one too much. It filled through my body as I could feel it attacking me, though not making me drowsy with death.

He let go and I hunched to the ground holding my head, he then walked out of the room and the clicks of his shoes ran through along with the closing and locking of the door.

"No..!" The prisoner continued.

This was before the day of the Doctor's existence.

***

There they stood upon the hill, the man being pushed off and another standing tall. The hill grew closer like a seen in a movie. His lips moved though nothing spoke. The man rolled down the hill and slowed at the bottom as he went unconscious.

The man stared at me slowly smiling as the world went by faster. The clouds above sped up along with the roars of the wind blowing gusts of air in different directions.

Then souls from the ground reached their hands up around my hill, my standing. Though he drew calm and underwhelming like waiting to attack. They seemed to be begging for help yet made no sound. Then they scattered as an unknown presence spoke behind me.

"..."

Whoever spoke in a tone that I could barely hear, one that I could not understand and will only ever think about.

This drowned the sounds of the souls beneath, screeching and screaming, covering their ears and going underground. Though the men across the hill stayed. I look behind, but before that, It goes black and I awake...It's pitch black and yet it's so clear...