Second Chance

Chapter 9: Pale Light

A sudden gasp filled my lungs, an assortment of different emotions filled my thoughts. My hands felt numb, and I was sweating like I was in an oven and perhaps, I was. I really thought I was trapped for a moment, trapped in a new reality that didn't seem very hospitable. But there was anger, a frightening rage which hurled like the windiest of cyclones. There was something missing, maybe she could- I pulled off the many layers of sheets tightened around my body, and made my way to the nicely crafted, wooden timber created for the sole purpose of hanging my belongings. Grabbing the first piece of clothing I could find, it fit tightly around my chest. The fabric was engulfed in heat, it seemed to be smell fresh, right out of the laundry. The elastic stretched as I rolled my shoulders around as I reached for the black jeans that hung silently, waiting to be worn. There was a feeling of uncertainty, something that didn't quite fit. I began to move around with unease, walking up and down slowly; not aware of the change that was around me. THUNK. "Ouch- Son of a bit-" my profanities silenced as I realised I was in a bedroom, the engraved silhouette of my frame was on the bed, still hot from my night in Deaths Den.

What in the world is going on? I wore my boots as quickly as possible, anxious to leave. Moving towards the first exit I could see, my attempt of opening the door ceased as soon as my sweaty palms made contact with the door knob. "What in the world" I barged, once, again, and a final third barge as the door swung open. Voices in the distance spiralled towards me from all directions.

"What the fuck was that sound?" The first, deep voice announced and footsteps followed his loud curious voice.

"It's probably that Jake fucker, Johnny was supposed to keep him in that bedroom," another voice answered, this time lighter and much more certain.

"Jake who what now?"

"This guy"

An eerie silence filled the room.

"Where did you find his ID?"

"In his jacket"

"Alright then, let's go look for this sorry asshole,"

Their steps creaked on the floorboards, step after step; growing inevitably louder as I began to shake. I observed the setting inch by inch, desperately trying to find a loophole. It was a narrow hallway, the exit of stairs were not too far from where I was positioned. A railing to keep me balanced, a red carpet underneath my boots. Was I in a hotel? No, the hallway was too crammed.

The stairs roughly only had fifteen to twenty steps. I decided to keep a move on. The first step I made, released a defeating squeak, regrettably moving back I was unsure of what to do. Sweat was meandering down my forehead and my feet were numb.

"You hear that?"

"He's on the second floor, same level as us"

Their footsteps began to become more frequent, and the metal clicks echoed through the hallway.

My whole body was perspiring, my fists were clenched tightly. "Doesn't look too good, Jake" I murmured.

Two figures appeared at the end of the hallway. A powerful sound filled the hallway as my feet began to give way as I tumble onto the floor. Taking a look behind me I see a crisp hole through the door. I began crawling towards the railing, as I saw the stairs below. I leaped forward , I tried climbing over it but my attempt was futile. I misplaced my hand as I grabbed nothing but air as i fell down dozens of steps.

"Lights out motherfucker" were the last words I heard before I delved into the world of unconsciousness.