The Administrator

Log 1

Screaming.

Their agony was like that of a song - a calling - to their tormentor to make them join in their eternal suffering. A suffering very, very few of them deserved. The darkness consumed them, as it does to me - all of us blind to what lied beyond the blinding veil of darkness that would soon come to doom us all. Though I already knew that there was nothing there, because what once lied there was now here. It was only a matter of time before we all die.

Their screams grew louder - full of longing and seeming to sound pleasured at my dismay. They knew how to torture, it's all they could do in the unending fog of darkness. Then the fog began to clear, revealing a figure who I immediately recognised. This was the figure who caused it all, the one who started so many wars for a purpose I was kept in denial with. They turn their head slightly - their bright white eye looking at me with sinister intent.

A droning sound fills the emptiness of the dark, gradually drowning out the screams of the victims. The majority of them didn't have to end up like this, which haunted me and filled me with guilt and despair.

The noise soon became deafening, my body suddenly feeling as though it was burning as it went on and on. And then mountains appeared behind the figure as they turned towards me - their entire body being covered with some black pulsating substance. Suddenly some figures appeared before them, most wearing suits and a few wearing military clothing.

Their faces were blacked out as they were kneeling, hands behind their back. They sobbed and one of them surprisingly spoke. I think. Their voice was full of static and was muffled, so I could not understand what they were saying. Although I could not understand what they were trying to say, I could discern it was full of urgency and worry.

Then, suddenly, their head exploded.

I try to step back but some unknown force prevents me from moving. No matter how much I struggled, I could not move even an inch of my body.

And then the rest wailed muffled screams as they were suddenly set alight until only two remained.

One of them were trying to say something, but not one I could fully hear. All I could make out was "hater". Suddenly, another figure appeared before them, their whole body being blacked out.

In their hand was some kind of pole with a tube on the end, their finger on some kind of trigger. They pull the trigger and fire exits the pipe onto the defenceless and restrained person who's kneeling in front of them; screaming in agony.

A flamethrower.

They writhe and scream on the transparent floor of the void until, after a few moments, their screams fall into silence and their writhing turns into absolute stillness.

Then the dark figure turns to me.

I suddenly feel scared.

"Awaken."