Differences

Chapter 45 - Alaina

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Warning: blood, gore, violence and inappropriate language is used and mentioned within this chapter. Please read what is most comfortable for you

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After splitting with Luke, I tread cautiously down the dark unlit section corridor, the light torch I held, being the only light source I had. In the distance, I could hear the faint pitter patter of water droplets and felt the soft but uncomfortable blow of wind against my clothes, making me shiver.

I continue along down the path. Whether there was anything here was a question I had myself but after countless missions, going to the most absurd of places, instincts told me that there would be something down here. There had to be.

It wasn't long after walking down this absurdly long corridor when suddenly, unlike the rest of dilapidated looking walls I had been walking through, it changed into metal like walls. Cold to the touch, and unwelcoming. And oddly too modern for a place like this.

I continue along, noticing a large square like crack edged into the wall. Was it just the nature of these new wall? Was it a design? Or was something there?

Checking out the wall, I fumble around. Searching if there were any clear openings or any mode that could be used to open whatever this was. But as I explore the hunk of metal, I hear the squeak of boots against the concrete floor.

Someone was here. Someone who didn't want to show themselves.

I follow towards the sound, deeper and deeper down the corridor. Turning left and right every so often, walking further into the maze-like structure. But after a while, I come to a halt, now no longer hearing the subtle footsteps. I find myself standing in front of another square like crack edged in the wall, only this time, it was much smaller. Whoever those footsteps belonged to; they must've gone inside here.

Again, I search around the cracked edge. Looking like an idiot for sure, but really, what other option did I have? Fortunately, it didn't take much of me to look around, as a soft woosh sound filled my ears. The cracked edge backed away from me, and then slid to the lefthand side, revealing a spacious but empty room inside, with nothing but a man standing with his back to me.

"Alaina", the owner of the voice greeted, nauseatingly. 

I knew this voice. Deep, eery, and disturbing. One responsible of most, if not all of my misfortunes in life.

My father.

He turns around, facing me, a smirk on his lips, blood, splattered across his clothes. What was he doing here? Why was he here? Why was he standing in front of me? Like he was waiting for my arrival.

"You like defying, don't you? Did it make you feel in control? Huh? Did you like your time at the Taylor's? Wrapping your hands around that boy? You loved it didn't you?"

"He's not a boy.", I respond, anger and disgust quickly fuelling inside of me.

"You're wrong.", he enunciates, staring at me dead in the face, "He's nothing. A corpse sooner or later. You will have to dig six feet deep for him. Oh wait, you won't be doing any of that. You'll join him soon, and starved rats will eat away at your corpse."

What was he talking about?

"What would they think of you know?", he scoffs, "Now that they know I was in control of everything. You would be painted as a traitor. A bitch that never knew of her position. A clueless airhead that never respected those idiots."