Awoken

First Glance Into the Unknown

Darkness. That's what he woke up to. Pitch blackness that never seems to have an end in sight and a suffocating container covering him. Captured? No his limbs were free and the container opened with ease, even when the boy weak us still weak. As he got out of his place of slumber he took place of his current situation. Even with his sight, he could barley make out his surroundings. From the expertly crafted wooden containers and ancient statues he's determined he's in some sort of circular storage area, and an old one at that with the layers of dust and mold, and brittle art within a huge hundred foot circular room.

His body starts to pop and buzz as his once idle functions starts to work once more with his stretching. Once the last of the sleep numbness subsides he's let's out a much needed sigh, emptying and filling his lungs with new, but dusty, air. Blood starts to once again pump through his heart and back into his muscles to the tips of his fingers and toes. His brain follows wakening up such as one does from a nap, groggy but oddly sharp and well rested. Soon just as his body wakes up part of his brain isn't following. There's something he's not remembering, something important...... Who is he? Why is he here? Where did he come from? All these were staying unanswered because he could remember basically anything. Just as he releases a deep low growl out of irritation, he hears the sound of a door opens follow by foot steps faintly.

He instantly ducks behind some crates, just as he hears a deep scratching voice. "You said.. you heard something.. in here," with a response to one with similar strange speech. "I did.. boxes being tampered with.. in here.. Bones and joints popping.."

"Well.. what now.. we ate are last.. meal yesterday.. His blood and flesh are now ours but.. were out of.. food, hunting will be needed... soon" His voice stops for times as if he's taking a struggling breath. His companion responds "To much hunting. Dangerous.. Attracts unwanted attention.. Hunters can cause much more trouble.. then needed. Campers would have sufficed for awhile.. if not someone gored himself.."

"Well.. seems I missed one.. found,we eat slowly.. limb by limb.. cup a day.." After the words spoken hysterical laughter followed. The boy sits absolutely still, quieter then a mouse. Questions racing through his mind. "What is the language these things speak? What is a Camper?" And most importantly what are they?" They don't smell human to the boy at all, their stench is pungent and limited such as a body which is old and rotten. Shuffling could be heard and the lad figured out they were looking. He could not be found by them. He slowly crouched low to the ground making sure nothing caught the clothes he rested in. He was low to the ground his position resemble that of a cats. Low ,silent, and defensive. His first thought is to get to an exit and leave these things behind. Though sadly the only exit was were the things came out of. He peaked over a crate and saw two figures. Although dark he could make a few distinctions, both very scrawny and thin in stature but one a good six foot and another nearing six-six. Stomachs concave to a point their rub cage could easily be seen, like its been starved. Limbs so thin it was amazing they could function. Bones could be seen in every joint. Nothing was covered other then a little loin cloth covering there unmentionables. They were across the room a good fifty, sixty feet away sliding through art and boxes with unnerving silence and grace.
The lad new they were dangerous but not extremely intelligent. From their manner of speech and pauses he could tell they were slow but from their movement he could tell their senses were extremely sharp. These were hunters and deadly ones at that.
As silent as the creatures hunting him, maybe even more so, he slithered and weaved through the ancient belongings. Gradually making it closer and closer to the only exit, time seem to slow as he closed the distance. Sixty meters, then fourth meters, closing twenty meters, stop. His body went cold and goose bumps rose to cover him as his foot steps in something cold, wet, and sticky. As he takes a quick breath in due to shock a foul, pungent stench fills his senses. He knew this smell and it's something he once knew. Death, something near him has been around for awhile still as stone, degrading and decomposing. He reluctantly looked down hoping and praying it's not what on the edge of his mind. With the slight light reflecting of of what is now pooling around his feet he sees what he fears. Deep dark red puddles are splattered before him. Stomach churning he peels his sight away from the scene before him. He slowly, back to his ghostly movements, starts to maneuver around the puddles marking the ground. Just before the clearing for the door the boy was struggling to stay silent as he was dry heaving due to his empty stomach which was now trying to throw anything and everything that could possibly be within his track from the sight before his eyes.
A body, if you could call it that, a better description would be a scrap pile. Lining the wall not even ten feet from the door was a pile at which the horrible stench was enough to make most normal men faint, not even accounting for the sight before him. The puke consisted of the remains of a human, or rather a number of them. Random amount of limbs were sticking out with dried muscles bit, remainders of tendons, and crusted blood, hanging loosely out like thorns, a torso which it's intestines have been removed along with its other organs leaving a hallow she'll of a mess of bones and dried skin. Three skulls were place nicely on top as if it was the cherry on top. They were mostly intact minus a vicious wound covering the majority of the face as if something tried eating it like a pastry, and a few eyeballs missing and head crack open now revealing mostly empty space.
After a few second he regained enough to stop heaving up his non-existing stomach content, he start to slowly walk to the door ever so slightly. Not warning the monsters still hunting in the exact opposite area of him, he is within reach of a huge metal door, he grabs it and pulls, now not worrying about silence. As expected a loud, rusty, metallic screech over bears all sound in the storage area, such as the wood breaking, maniacal laugh and the crazed monsters repeating "come out come out where ever u are snack."
After the screech dead silence falls on the room as the boy looks over to see were the monsters were last. They were still there, not moving at single inch, just staring. Just staring right back at the boy with big, wide eyes and a shocked expression across their abnormal faces. A few seconds past and nothing moved or even breathed. The action happened as the monsters face turns to utter excitement ,and with abnormal speed, they dash across the storage space shattering the boxes they were on. Yelling filled the room echoing "FOUND YOU FOOD!" from both of the creatures.
As the monsters darts across the room the boy finally springs into action himself. As swift as he can, he slides through the gap just big enough that he made. Then with all his might he pulled. Pulled until veins and muscles worked till they about burst, to shut that metal door. Once shut he found a think still rod used to lock it a slammed it into the needed place. The next second after bangs that sound like gunfire fill the area as dents appear from now enraged creatures locked within the room.
Now frantic the boy looks around to see where his actions brought him. Just as dark as the room before except for faint touches emitting just enough light to see detail. The detail of a ruined, broken, passage way that still goes till light is once again distinguished by darkness. Another huge bang that made his hones rattle as the monsters furiously pound on the steel door screaming angrily explicit words that the confused lad did not know. All he knew was to run. Run from the monsters. Run from the noise. And run from the scene he had no urn to join.
So he ran and ran and ran. He ran until his body was aching. He ran until he was contemplating the tunnel was never-ending. He finally stopped in what seemed like forever, resting against the cold brittle wall. Taking huge lungs full of dusty, muggy air trying to gain back his energy. Once he was ready to get back to atleast walking, determined to put those.... things as far from him as possible.

Determined, even when his body is still creaking with his long long sleep, he began to walk. Not even ten second back to the walk the entire area began to shake and rumble. He thought he would die by a cave in until it finally stopped. Stopped right as the roof of the dark catacombs came falling in not even fifteen feet in front of him. He dove back not wanting to get hit by flying rubble and to stay clear of the now even thicker dust coating the air surrounding him. Coughing and waving to gain liveable, breathable air once more he moved to clear the area. Once thin enough to tolerate he marched forward to the new path. A faint blue light snaked into the dim tombs looking up he saw something that could cause this but also help him. He saw a silhouette standing at the ledge of the new hole. A silhouette of a girl not much older than he looks.
She shouts in a loud, urgent but smooth voice, "Guys I found someone. I told u I felt a spirit down there!" She jumped down a height most would fear even above water, but she did it with class, elegance, and precision. She ran up to the bewildered boy that doesn't seem much older than she, but feels light as she has the breath taken away from her the moment she nears. The boy up close, even with all the dirt, tapered clothes, and major case of bed-head, he had looks that would blow away most models let alone compete with them. He had Long, raven black hair that seemed to, even with the heavy case of bed head, lead down to his lower back. Eyes that seemed like they glow as gold as the sun, a stern but soft face. A height just a few inches above her own 5'7" stature. Not scrawny but not over bearing at the same time. Just to the point where body muscle was easily seen. Once function returned to her brain and body she blurted, "My names Serin, are you ok, are you hurt, were you bitten?" She stared at the boy who bewilderment spread across his face. 'What is this language she is speaking?' He stood staring until he got an idea and with that, in a movement Serin couldn't even track he slide up close to her. Placed an arm around her waste the other ever so lightly under her jawline for guidance. And reach down and pulled her unto a soft slow kiss that, for Serin, seemed to last forever. A kiss that seemed to make everything drift away. A kiss that was her first.
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***+WRITER ANNOUNCEMENT+***
This is the first ever chapter of my original idea of a book, Awoken. (And no they won't all be thus long). This is a rough draft and that only. As I plan to further develop this story, I might make a few changes which I will announce. This on-the-go first time I have ever written this out its just been a thought bubble so of course with a newbie written like me mistakes will happen. I just ask ONE thing, if you don't like something or don't get something, ASK, leave a non-hate-filled comment to either question something like a loophole I didn't think through, or a grammar/spelling error, or even starting you didn't get through this story/chapter. So this is the end of it for tonight my fans of the night. I wish all you happy hunting and a goodnight!