The clack of shoes echoed off tile a touch too loud for the dark corridor, each step carrying Morgan deeper into the shadows. They tried to stop moving, to silence their footsteps and stand in the dark, because yes it was creepy but it was better than the alternative. But their body carried on, out of their control, slowly moving down the corridor into the dark, until the tile switched to varnished wood and the corridor exploded with light.
Standing in front of them was a young woman they didn't want to look at, but they caught her curt smile as she flicked her blonde hair over her shoulder and began to speak, 'Hello and welcome to today's tour. We have just had some new exhibits added which is very exciting.' And with that she turned on her heel and gestured down the corridor, a perfect image of a tour guide with an empty clipboard and pumps that were silent against the floor.
'You're dead,' Morgan said, their voice drowned out by the silence of the corridor.
The woman turned back to them, piercing blue eyes boring into them and making them want to scream. Finally she smiled, 'Of course, but a hero's work is never done, and we have so many things to get through today.' And with that she turned back to the corridor, gesturing for Morgan to follow.
The corridor melted around them to a large museum gallery that Morgan wasn't paying attention to. They never did, glaring at the back of the ridiculous blonde head as she gestured to the exhibits. 'First up are our newest additions, which shows a chance of diversity and variety in this artist's choices.'
Morgan looked up, barely recognising the face, but the costume was recognisable on the body suspended in a pillar of light, a single vertebrae floating next to it. Next to them was someone half decapitated, then a silhouette with a perfectly preserved brain stem. Morgan raised their eyebrow at Chad, the only one moving or making a sound as he sniffled and clung to his leg, ignoring the floating patella by his head.
'But nothing does quite beat the classics,' the tour guide said as she gestured to the last of the new exhibit, a man with still smoking hands and a still heart next to him.
The gallery melted away into another larger one, and Morgan ignored the voice of the tour guide as she prattled on about the rise of the artist's fame and fortune, gesturing to a variety of heroes that Morgan barely remembered the faces of, before the tour guide led them to an archway covered in a thick red velvet curtain. She grabbed a pull rope and looked back at Morgan, grinning in excitement as if she was about to discover newly unearthed secrets of history. 'This one is my favourite exhibit: the birth of the Heart Stealer.'
The curtain pulled back and Morgan tried to shut their eyes, but again they were powerless to watch. The room opened up to thirty five bodies in pillars lining the walls, each with a face that Morgan recognised and left them burning with rage that they were helpless to act on as the tour guide gestured for them to follow and pointed up at the various bodies and their matching suspended hearts.
'Of course, the muse herself needs a special dedication,' she said, pointing up at an exact copy of the tour guide, except the museum uniform was replaced with a light blue outfit bedecked with criss crossing white lines, her heart suspended pride of place in the pillar of light.
'And now,' she said with a cruel grin, 'For the main attraction.' She pointed to a set of double doors but stayed motionless. Instead Morgan began to walk ahead, their soft trainers clacking on the ground again.
'I need to wake up,' they said with a silent voice. Still they stepped closer. 'I don't want to do this.' They were nearly at the door. 'Please, please, don't make me-'
Their hand reached out and, without hesitation, pushed the double doors open.
'Morgan?'
Morgan tried to close their eyes, to look away, from the body suspended in the middle of the small apartment room. Looking at them with confusion and hurt and betrayal, mouth forming apologies and pleas for mercy with a voice that no longer worked.
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A D Tier's Breaking Point
Action(Based on the S and D tier Tiktok Series by Lighthouse Raiders) In a world of heroes and villains, no villain is feared more than the infamously deadly S Tier. But in his day to day life he is Alex Harris, someone with near god-like powers who is pe...
