Gravity Asylum

Chapter 2: The Sounds of Death

The basses' blasted bamming heavy dubstep music at everyone. Boom boom boom boom boom. We covered our ears as this sound blared. The lighting changed to silver and black. The huge projector screen only showed the numbers one, three and five. "What the hell is going on?!" I asked Edith. "They're here. They must have tooken over the video room." Edith muttered. "Who's here?! Answer me!" I hollered. One of the shirtless men grabbed Marie's arm hostilely. Marie tried to loosen his grip so she can continue her performance. What a fool! She doesn't know that's not her guys and that this show was over. But how? Is she really that dumb? Edith ran over to the wall of this place and started scaling it like a rock climber. Edith told me she was going to save her. I can't climb a wall like her so following her was a no can do. I propose I could shout at marie about her being in danger but with this music so loud she wouldn't hear me. Ah. I see why it was so important for them to take over the video truck. That contains the sounds that will be played and the lights that will be displayed also the security cameras, invading that one location has given them power over this entire place. I wanted to immediately act, but with little to do I'm better off telling authority or anyone for that matter. "Hey!" I said running over to the people dancing. I turned around a guy and tried to tell him the issue but before I could I heard a ringing in my ear. The ringing sound advanced into what was now an unbearable screeching noise. We covered our ears. Whoever is in charge of the audio in this club must be doing this intentionally to control the population in this building. 

     People cried in agony while I ran away as fast as I could trying to find somewhere I could be was safe at from the music. In my efforts of doing so I staggered and Trembled on to the hard unforgiving floor. What I thought would hurt actually didn't. The feeling of the surface texture had changed in a mere flash. It was like being on the sound floor downstairs with the exception of this one feeling far more unsteady. I literally never meant 'I can't stand it' more than I have right in this very instance. For some reason I couldn't find my footing. No doubt those people Edith mentioned have everything to do with this. They really are trying to control the population here. I covered my ears blocking out the crowd which was now moaning in pain as they squeezed their wrists. Someone snatched me up like I weighed that of a baby and hauled me across the room with ease. I looked both ways trying to see who was carrying me and decide should I even let this person do so. My natural inclination when someone I don't know touches me in such a physical fashion is to kick them in their joy spheres and say 'fuck you sir, I don't do that shit.' And walk away but seeing that audience is a clear sign to get the fuck out of here, which is exactly what this person is helping me do. The person ran inside a partially crowded glass elevator and throw me down to the glass floor for my body to tumble near the foot of a person. I grabbed the person's leg helping myself back to my own feet. To my surprise the leg belonged to Cannata. "Bruh you're alive!"

     "Well my fragile fleshy organ filled skin bag body is still functioning accordingly but I assure you, on the inside I'm just as dead as the those masses will be outside." I said whole heartedly pointing to the people outside the glass elevator. Now as for you. I turned around and seen a dark masculine Hispanic boy with tattoos on both his arm and neck staring back at me. He turned around and shut the door behind him. It didn't stop us from viewing the people outside because of the transparency of this glass elevator but it did nullify some of the sound. How was it holding up against the frequency I may never know. The audience outside saw us safe in the distance and tried to go towards us. It wasn't to be because of the quaking ground preventing them from fleeing. One by one- wait no! Thirty by thirty, people started crashing on to the floor helplessly. They started scratching and clawing the ground trying to crawl to the glass elevator but their desperate attempts rendered useless. The once joyful crowd started to have their wrists bleed out blood from the Blu sound tech. Everyone inside the elevator had their eyes fixated on the bleeding corpses outside. My eyes were too. I walked pass the Hispanic boy and pressed against the glass door staring at them screaming like hell. Their last words, silenced by what was killing them loudly. I could tell the sound that they were experiencing was much louder now. It changed from controlling the population to simply depopulate. I seriously considered aiding them but I had to dismiss the concept. There wasn't any possible way I could save them. I would fail miserably resulting in me being trapped on the floor dying because of the shaking ground or the moment I open the door me and the people with me would get flooded by killer sound. I can't save them. They will die. The people around me had faces of sadness, fear, shock and concern. Not me. I bared a different face. A stern and subtle bemused look on my face was the only expression I could give as I had a realization moment. The world and everything else in it faded from my consciousness as I looked at these dying people. Not just people. A person and a person and a person and a person. That person I spent hours walking by when I was searching for Edith. They all came here for a good ti-. I blinked emotionlessly as I snapped out of the deep thought trance about others. I didn't feel sad, just empty. There is usually a moment of sorrow following gazing at someone die. Not me. So I carried on with what I needed to do. Which is first understanding who the fuck is this Hispanic boy and then acknowledge Cannata's existence. Right. I told the boy thanks for the save as I slowly faced him. "Ay ay no prob man, anytime." he said scratching his head. Cannata spoke out asking about why those people were dying and which lead the others to began asking their own questions. The elevator quickly started being filled with unanswered questions. Just when I thought I would have some silence to clear my head, this shit starts. I raise my voice above everyone talking telling everyone to shut the hell up!


     "You all want answers? You all want facts? This is what's going on, there's a gang of pissed off pricks that want us all dead. I would say that they're using us to set an example. An example of what I don't know. But other wise if they weren't, why bother putting those random numbers up on the projector screen or have us slowly rive in pain oppose to just cranking the volume all the up in the first place. And why now? During the anniversary concert of this place which will undoubtedly have higher security than any other time. They're trying to prove something. And that goal can easily be achieved through the power of the video room. It has control over the music played, the cameras, the alarm and the projector screen. And I think it goes without saying that as you all can clearly see they have total control of and that means they're already inside that video room." I answered angrily. What about the ground? Why can't any of them stand properly?" A man with a deep voice asked. I didn't give an immediate response. I thought about it while the place remained silent. Finally I opened my mouth and gave out my most logical explanation. "If this place has enough high technology to beam sound through our vanes and into our brains then it couldn't have been too hard to fire off a high-powered yet focused lay of sound through the floors or maybe a thin layer just above it almost like the floors from below can do." I concluded. The deep voiced man spoke again telling me that my theory was brilliant. The man walked out from the crowd revealing that he was that Asian guy I seen from earlier. He still had a bitter look on his face. "I would hate to show you up Mr.Detective but I have my own theory. And that is that you work with them!" He exclaimed powerfully.