Eternal Secrets

Eternal Secrets : Prologue

"Help!!" Claire pounded helplessly on the bulletproof glass cage. Her fists were reddened and bloodied from using such force.

Smoke was curling around her feet, threatening to take the rest of her breathable air.

She screamed at the top of her lungs as she threw her left shoulder into the glass container, throwing all her strength into a desperate final attempt at freedom. Claire had found herself encased in the glass cylinder with no handles, no doors, and no way out.How long had she been there? She didn't know.

Tears were streaming down her flushed cheeks as she hopelessly clawed around the cylinder, searching for any help outside of the tube.

There was only lab equipment, being engulfed by the by the infernal flames. Blackened corpses laid all around the once sterile white tile floors. So much destruction, pain and death, and not enough air.

Claire found herself gasping for oxygen. Black spots were flashing at her, signaling her body was about to shut down, forever. Her entire body was trembling as she noticed her heart rate was slowing down from the lack of air.

She collapsed onto the metal flooring and began coughing as the thick smoke, which had killed countless of innocent people, threatened to take her life as well. Her back arched from the excruciating pain.

Just then, a wiry old man with greying hair and bags underneath his eyes stepped into the burning room. He wore a white pressed lab coat that was now covered with soot and grime. A pair of reading glasses was just balancing on the bridge of his nose. Her father. The man who had parented her for seven years was going to rescue her from the fire. Claire's dad's eyes scanned at his dead coworkers and the thousands of dollars worth of equipment. Finally, his gaze rested on her.

Her eyes pleaded at him as she scraped on the surface dividing herself from her father, her rescuer.

He stared at her with expressionless pitch black eyes. Claire's heart felt like it had been sliced and scraped with a block of salt, when she could only gape as he turned his back on her.

There were no longer any tears to force out for the smoke was building up surprisingly quick in the tank.

Claire crouched over herself and huddled into a tight ball. The intolerable heat was enwrapping her in its arms like death itself. She could only pray for it to be quick, but she knew death wouldn't be so merciful with her.

It would pin her to this ______ world until the last breath of air left her mouth. No matter how hard she begged and screamed and resisted, death would always win. It always did. Claire was the lamb who knew she was about to be slaughtered and could nothing about it. She was helpless...

After a few minutes since her own father betrayed her, she lost her voice completely. Claire clawed at her burnt neck, attempting to draw out r a sound. Anything would have sufficed. Not a single noise escaped from her dry and cracked lips.

She shuddered as she noted death was inevitable, and it was growing impatient with her.

She then lost the ability to feel her limbs. Everything was all stiff and rigid as if her blood was frozen in place.

Claire tried to whimper but remembered, her voice was gone.

Her eyelids were growing immensely heavy like a bag of bricks. She first fought against it, although realizing it would just be easier if she gave in. At least then, she would no longer feel the pain. Death would bury her in a cold icy veil where time would be frozen around her. No more worries or fears would ever wash her again. Claire would never have to feel again. She could just slip into unconsciousness and out of her blackened dead body. She could leave that room with no weight burdening her and no scars or burns to remember what occurred that day.

All she had to do... was inhale the smoke. It was that simple. That was all she had to do, and death would take care of the rest. It always did.

She shut her eyes. Her last image of the world of a dark figure looming over her with the deepest set of golden eyes.

The spirit touched the glass separating between them, and Claire knew it had shattered onto the ground in a thousand shards by the sound.   

 Death gently scooped her up in its warm arms, warmer than Claire would expect. It rotated around itself so it was facing the only door with a neon red sign flickering the word "EXIT".  The reaper stepped over the rest of the bodies, probably because it already took their souls to ____. 

 The further the two of them walked, the easier it became to die in Death's arms. She fully passed out to the soothing rhythmical bounce against its chest. . . and the steady beating of a heart. 

 I AM SO SORRY!!! The first chapter will be published after my friend finishes editing it. The next chapter is extremely long (which I am not exaggerating) and my friend is very busy with other writers' works. After she finishes, I will post is ASAP. Again, I apologise for any frustration or anger you are feeling right now.