Soul

Death's Rebellion

Jazzy Stone's POV 

I pumped my legs harder and harder until I was almost running on air. People gaped at me, probably because I haven't taken a shower since the day I escaped from Gabriel. 

My appearance was ugly at best, morbid at worst. My nails were gone, in its place bloody chunks of meat. My hair looked like someone dipped it into red paint, and then electrified it. I don't even want to know what my face looked like. Though at least my arms and legs weren't totally red, just small splashes of crimson here and there. 

Though as I looked around, I don't think the strangest one here is me. Apparently, these people were used to occasional screams of pain and terror now and then. Hell, no one even looked alarmed. All they had on their faces were looks of disgust and sneers aimed towards me. 

Before I could dig further into this strange behavior, another scream sounded, and I rushed towards it. 

The hall flashed pass me, pictures of men and woman hanged on the walls. My breath came in steady breaths, my body accustomed to running miles at a high speed for hours and hours on end. 

The screams started again, even louder this time, then eerie silence. The silence was worse than the screams, since the screams let me know that she was still alive, while the sudden silence made my mind make up horrifying scenes of what I would find in there. 

I prayed that no permanent harm would come to that little girl. I had seen too many people die in front of me countless of times, and now that I held my own life in my hands now, I won't stand by this time. 

I finally reached the place where I thought the sounds were coming from, but all I could see so far was just a dead end and a picture of a snobby-looking man. So unless the man in the picture had screamed, which wouldn't be a surprise after everything I've seen so far in this strange place, there was something that I was missing here. But the question was, what? 

I twisted the ring around my ring finger, a gift from my mother before she was murdered in front of my eyes by that son of a bitch blue-eyes Gabriel. 

Where could she be?  

I looked around and spotted a suspiciously blank wall with no sign of being old despite the opposite wall covered in dust and cobwebs, a clue that nobody had ever ventured out to these halls. Or nobody had ever dared to. 

I stopped twisting the ring and ran my hand along the wall slowly, trying to feel a bump or just something unusual. 

My hand went over something that wasn't supposed to be there, and I grinned. I pressed onto it, and a click sounded. The wall shifted open, revealing a dark long staircase leading to a whole bunch of nothingness. 

I peered down and figured I could use some light while walking down there. I looked back and saw a lamp hanging on a wall, very coincidently lit and ready to go. With a shrug, I grabbed it and started to descend the stairs.  

I walked warily down the staircase, a growing sensation of something being wrong building inside me. This wasn't a simple rescue mission anymore. 

I glanced around and noticed runes on the walls beside me. They were made of swirls and lines, one of them particularly larger than the rest. I inspected it closely, and a sudden whiff of faint smoke reached my sensitive nose. 

I whipped my head towards the end of the staircase and saw two golden eyes staring at me in the midst of the darkness. A chill ran up my spine and I shivered. 

The murderous aura surrounding it was unlike anything else I sensed in my shitty life, which was saying much since I've met some real horrible people.