PsyCHOtic AwaKE

Falling

Back.. and forth.. Back and forth. Anon swung like a pendulum on an old dusty grandfather clock. His emotionless face dripped with blood, his rigid body tightly bound together with duct tape. The rope stiffly attached to both his feet and the high ceiling. Anon's eyes struck open, his pupil darted around the room. He tried to scream but his mouth only erupted with vile fluid, which emptied his throat and plummeted to the ground below. Anon pointlessly tried to kick his singular leg  free, the blood circulation to them made it even more difficult to move. Anon gave up and searched the room another time. The room was dark and musty, like an attic or warehouse. Squinting, Anon could see figures in the same situation as him, dangling over the floor, their bodies wrapped in duct tape. Only a few of them were moving. Anon looked at the other side of the room, the same- He gagged. A few of the dangling corpse's stomachs were open, the contents inside hanged down over the victims face and lined the floor. The organs seemed old, and the blood looked dry. A day old maybe? 

Footsteps could be heard over the loud ringing in Anon's ear, cancelling his thoughts completely.

Sidney edged into the room and looked at the hanging meat she had gathered. A small surgery knife glinted in her hand, she spun it around in between her already-bloodied fingers and approached Anon. She ran the blade along her tongue and jumped up to see where see would start on the body. Sidney grasped the tool, the blade facing downwards, she jumped up and plunged the blade into the stomach the blade tore downwards through the flesh, opening the path for the organs to fall. They spilled from the corpse, down onto the floor and into Sidney's waiting hands. Laughter leaked from her mouth. She tore into a kidney and gathered some other organs into her arms, she loosely wrapped the intestine around her shoulder to save her from carrying it, the other organs in her hands and dirty pockets. She licked the blood from her palm and exited the room, smirking the whole way.

Too close.

Anon's eyes burst open, he took a huge breath and tried to calm himself. He looked at the dissected still-hanging corpse to his left, the organs and blood still dripped from the stomach and chest. Anon looked away and searched for the other survivors in the room, he noticed a girl wandering around. Alice! She was just wandering around as if this were all normal to her. 

"Alice!" He whispered loudly.

"Hm?.." Replied Alice casually.

"Get me down! We need to get out of here" Said Anon, "We need to find Christine and Sam!"

"But they're right there" She pointed to some other bodies, hanging upside down and swinging slightly.

"Get them down too!" Said Anon, trying not to sound shaky or too loud.

"M'kay" Said Alice, "But there's thick nails on the floor so be careful"

Anon closed his eyes in despair. A few minutes later the room began to light up more. Anon glanced over to the bodies which were apparently Christine and Sam, the glow of light made their faces visible, and sure enough, it was them. The mysterious glow of the room also made the thick steel nails in the floor visible, they were neatly arranged so three nails stuck up below each person, most of them were rusty and blunt. Anon looked up to see where the light originated from, in the corner Alice had made a small fire, which would climb the wall and spread across the ceiling, setting fire to the ropes and letting us fall. Which was probably the worst idea ever, but it would work. The fire soon spread to the ceiling and quickly started to set the ropes on fire. A few already-dead corpses fell to the ground and hit the spikes hard, sending the blood to splatter over the floor around them. Anon's rope caught fire and edged downwards his only working leg. Anon tumbled through the air and landed inches away from a nail, he pushed his torso upwards and crawled towards Christine and Sam. It was now clear that their mouths had been covered, muffled screams came from them both as the fire latched onto the rope. Sam was the first to fall, one of the nails impaled her left hand, straight through the palm. Christine was second, two of the three nails had pierced her skin, one in the right arm, the other in the right shoulder.

The two of them laid there, unable to move or speak due to the duct tape, other bodies fell around them, on by one.