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"We're almost there." Charles told me. We'd been walking for almost ten minutes. The cold stone and rotten smell was getting to me.
"Is that you?" I whipped around.
"Who said that?!" I said.
"Don't worry Samuel. Ignore them." Charles explained. "They're trying to get to you, they want you to take notice. Don't give in." he finished. I shuttered. I saw something up ahead.
"Is that you? My love?" My voice shook without knowing. I could see a prison cell imbedded into the wall coming up on my right. Charles was on my left.
"You came for me." My hands became clammy. I turned, willing myself to look into the cell. I clamped my eyes shut. What I saw would scar me more than anything else that I would see on this journey. A person was in the cell.
That person was yellow, it's eyes were gone, just sunken black holes in it's head. It's mouth was stretched, so far that the bottom lip was at it's bony hips. The thing no longer had feet, just stumps like an elephants hoof, the hands the same. It squatted down like an animal. The only thing keeping it from reaching me through the bars was a giant clock gear, clamped around it's neck. The gear had a chain that linked to the soiled wall behind it. I shook my head, without realizing that I had stopped moving. The thing shook, almost glitched. As if it was fake. It's shape changing for an instant, then back to it's horrible state.
"There you go, stay here." The voice rang inside the cell.
"Samuel? Samuel!" I felt an arm around my shoulder. "Come Samuel, don't let them get to you!" Charles said as he pulled me away.
"No. Wait. Come back! COME BACK! Stay hereee." The voice screamed, very whiney.
"You there. STOP! I see you! I know you! I WILL FIND YOU!" Voices arose around me. All different accents and ranges.
"HahahahahahAHAHAHAHA!!!!" A maniacal laugh rang above them all. Charles pulled me through the cold hallway. The voices echoed on the stone walls, surrounding me. I felt sick. Gasping, my stomach contracted. My knees slammed to the floor, and my hands touched cool stone. My sight swirled and my head spun.
"Samuel. Get up." I heard Charles say. I blinked, once, twice. The voices had stopped and we were in a different room. I could hear screams in the distance. Charles must have lead us away, further down the hall. I looked behind me and saw a wooden door with a barred window. I got up (with the help of Charles) and looked out the window. I couldn't see the end of the hallway but I did scan the prisons with the horrible creatures inside.
"W-what were they?" I stumbled.
"People who got in my way." Charles said sternly, his eyes narrowed while looking at me.
"Oh." I whispered. I was starting to question his allegiance, but who else did I have who knew who I was? "Why...do you keep them?" I asked him.
"For protection, mine and theirs'." He reported, raising his brows. I nodded, looking back out the window. "Now come on." he said, "There is still much more to see." He lead us down the new hallway, it was warmer. The air was tighter, wrapping around us like an invisible bed sheet. The smell was metallic, like a copper. My head throbbed as my footsteps were in rhythm with his. I could tell we were nearing an end, or an open room as the air let up a little.
"Here we are." Charles said brightly. In front of me was a rounded arch that opened up to a table. Just a plain, thick, wooden table. What got me was the blood on the floor.
"Oops! Forgot to clean up since last time." He said towards me. I looked at him, frowning.
"What do you mean? Clean up what?" I asked, looking back at the blood.
"This mess of course!" Charles said, waving his arms across the room. I squatted down to study the blood. It wasn't only blood, but was mixed with...something purple. A shiny purple oil. The red crimson and the violet swirled together.
"Is this from..." I started.
"Yes, people who have had the shard." He answered. "And of course, you, have a shard. It's time to be rid of it, eh?" He said.
Something hit the back of me, and I blacked out.
YOU ARE READING
Amnesia
Mystery / Thriller"Samuel. My name is Samuel." After waking up in a cold stone castle, Samuel cannot remember anything. He is forced to trust the only man in his sights who says is his friend. Samuel must learn who this man is, what his past was, and what his future...
