Foreigner

Chapter 5: Wrath, The Origins Of The Past.

Cold.

That was first.

The cold and harsh wind is all around me. With only the slippery ladder, I descend further and further. The pipes leak next to me, long time no usage caused it's rust. I carefully made sure that I don't slip downwards just because of my clumsy legs. Going down even further, I hear the squeaks if sewer rats and the sound of flesh eating, metal clanks against the floor as the water gushes forward with no remorse. As I reach the point of where a floor was visible. The water is already up to where my knees are. Carefully settling down and stand properly in the water, I let go of the ladder before slowly facing forward. With no light source and murky water up to my knees, I carefully tread through the water.

If you can smell this right now, you will be coughing nonstop. The garbage mixed chemical in the waters make it very unbearable. I wasn't sure myself on how I am not coughing yet but I press onwards. As I venture in, the water levels are rising ever so slightly. I didn't know it at first, but when I had to start dragging my legs down the waters, I knew that whatever is in here is going to be even more trouble. Not only I can't run, but I can't even see what's in front of me much without straining my eyes. And, I am pretty sure whatever that growling noise is NOT friendly.

A splash noise appeared next to me. Frantically, I turn and see it was...a man? If you can call it a man, with grotesque and ruined wet look from falling into the water. It's eyes were whited out, as in completely blind or something. But judging by it's stare, it definitely can still see me. It suddenly crawl on all fours and-

I ran, dragging my feet through the water. When it was one man turned into a group of them. They all look the same, with mouths red as in the blood they held bled dry. They crawled on all fours, looking at me with such anger that I never felt. While the robots previously didn't have such a feeling, these men were probably the souls of those who died in anger. Specifically, the kind of anger that makes one blind to every other reasons. When you are angry, you drop the filter that you carefully hold and start yelling. Shouting to the world that you see anger in it's true form.

What makes these men so terrifying is that they remind me the angers my family would have over family dinners. The anger they suppressed in front of guests, only to lash out at the unfortunate ones who have the choice to talk with them. I realised that now the women have now appeared and apparently joined in on the hunt of trying to kill me. I check my bracelet during my run, soul shards are here...and judging by the way I can't even see them, I need to check every single corner while dodging an angry mob...Ugh, and this is like with dragging stones on my feet too.

Running down, luckily the water levels were beginning to reced and lower to where my ankles are. I am grateful for whoever lower the levels of water. You don't understand just how painful it is, especially in the water, I feel like there are needles in my skin. I feel like a nervous wreck still, maybe it's due to the angered stares from those people here? They crawl on all fours, discarding basic human motor skills in favour of animalistic behaviour.

Just then, my head pounded, in pain. I grip my head, feeling the incoming headache. Whatever this is, it's back again.

What is it this time-

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"They are awake again?"

"Yup, subject is back again. As if nothing had happened."

"Impossible, they should be dead, we evaporated them with a laser that leaves nothing behind."

"That's the thing. It can't die. No matter what we did."

"So what? We already did stabbing, crushing, running it over and explosives. What's next? A grinder?"