The Eldritch Adventure

Chapter 1: The Beginning of The End (of Me)

It has been around a month since Wade has been released from the mental institute that held him. Seven months since the incident in the cave. Even with mental protest, he cannot forget that one horrific night. The night where his best friend was killed, ripped apart by the vortex.

With a gasp and sudden jerking motion into a leaning position the nineteen almost twenty year old, Wade awakened from what he could tell was a nightmare. It was a specific nightmare, one that has been plaguing him since his time in the institute. With heavy, rapid breaths he would wipe his forehead of the cold sweat that has accumulated as he slept. "It was the same again, down to the very last detail. It's like I'm being damned for surviving." with a grimace he'd coldly say as he slipped out of his meager king bed. He'd look out the blinded window to see the very dimly lighted night sky, then to his alarm clock. It was around quarter 'till five in the morning. Not wanting to turn on the light to remind him of his rather shabby living conditions of having a small two story house with five rooms, a meduim kitchen and living room, small guest room the tucked away bathroom, and his bedroom that could barely retain the position of "master" bedroom.

In the bathroom, he would look in the small three part mirror that rested above the sink. His eyes would sink, as he saw the ghostly reminents of his friends before their final moments. The same message echoed from the bottom of his subconscious, "They're here. The End is nigh. The Deep Ones have returned." Wade also repeated this message while in his state of psychosis, with having absolutely no idea of what it meant or what it told of. Deep Ones? The End? Both topics were a puzzle to solve with out the box to guide him. Turning on the tap water, Wade would gather some cold water in his hands and splash it on his face, rubbing the water in. The cold sensation bringing him back to his senses. After refusing medication from his former psychologist, this is the best that could snap him back into a state of normality, or well as normal as it could get for him. With a sigh he knew he wouldn't be getting any more sleep than he has already gotten. He'd make his way back into the bedroom. Digging into his dresser he'll throw on a loose red tee-shirt with the sleeves cut off it looked well worn with a faded flash symbol in the center of it, and black and yellow track pants. "Well, I'm already up. Might as well get in my morning run in before the rest of the town wakes up." with a brisk pace he'd speed walk out of his apartment, only stopping in the kitchen to take a bottle of water along.

As of running on air he flew down the stairs leading from his door to the sidewalk. Outside it was barely lit up but just enough so he could see where he was going. There was a slight chill in the air but nothing he couldn't handle. The morning dew would cause the patches of grass that lined up and down the streets to shine in the light of dawn. With a nod to himself as if a mental starting gun was fired he started his morning jog. 

He passed a few cars running down his street, every other block he'd take a drink. He'd run past the old time flower shop ran by the elderly couple, the corner market what was a place where locals could sell their own produce or meat at a reasonable price, the art supply shop ran by the man who just moved into town who already had rumors swirling about town. Wade would plan to cross the entirety of the small town of ShadeyOaks, well other than one portion of the town. The portion that catered to the cave where the secret room was hidden, the room that served as the place where his best friend was killed and lost never to be recovered. 

On his run Wade would think of various topics ranging from what's he going to eat for lunch to when is he going to fill up some applications for place of work. He turned into the town park which was of a modest size for the community's needs. In the park there were some people in it besides him, he wouldn't pay much to him. He already knew he was getting weird looks by all who would pass in this town, he was "that guy" of the town. After making a couple rounds around the park's perimeter he'd exit and back track home.

While on his way, he couldn't shake off this strange feeling he started to get. This feeling wasn't here before, it was creepy, unnatural. Like back in the cave. Thinking it was a mere mental replay of past events he'd make his way up the hill that would lead to his street. With every block he travelled the feeling would intensify. His vision would start to blur as he made it to the crest of the hill, everything looked fuzzy and blurred together. Something was wrong, he has never had a past of vision problems before or after the event. In the midst of the blurred vision he could see something that would cause the light around it to bend and twist. It stood tall, about as tall as a professional basketball player. Wade couldn't tell what even was happening let alone what was infront of him. He'd attempt to discern what he was looking at but was only met with a feeling of nausea. He could do nothing but grab hold of a street lamp for support has his body felt sick to the core. His vision swirling in circles at this point, and now a white noise sound would start to resound in his head. Looking up he could see that the thing was closer, leaning down as if to grab him. He was powerless as too what was even occuring. Then there was a loud shout.

"Leave that child alone!" A loud female voice would be what Wade could heard. Turning his head to the side where the shout was heard, barely haning on conciousness. With his vision blurred and fuzzy he couldn't get any details on the person other than that it was indeed a female. Feeling the urge to puke he'd bow his head downward and close his eyes. His world was spinning and it would only got worse if he looked at the invisible creature for too long. So he'd keep his eyes close, only listening to the sounds of a fight and what seemed to be metal crashing against metal. After awhile he'd finally start to slip into unconsciousness. The last thing he felt and heard was being picked up and the female voice saying, "I got you. At least I got to you finally. There needs to be explaining to be done." As if throwing a napkin into the wind his consciousness would fade away.