I awoke some time later. My eye lids were heavy as I attempted to lift them. It took some time for my eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room. I brought my hand up, curled in a fist and rubbed my eye before proceeding to look around the room. I noticed that the limp body was no longer in front of me. My eyes widened and I frantically looked around the room.
"You looked confused," a voice said. I spun around on my bottom to where the comic had from; behind me. There stood the missing boy for whom I had cried and screamed for; Myron Winters.
"Myron!" I cried and staggered to my feet. Since my legs weren't exactly working due to the shock I had just encountered, I ended up falling forwards. Luckily, Myron had quick reactions so he swiftly moved forwards and caught me before I fell flat on my face.
"Careful," he said as I used him to keep my balance before pulling him into a hug.
"What happened to you?" I asked once I pulled back. I looked at him and inspected his face. There was a bruise forming on the side of his chiseled jaw line. I frowned as I looked upon it. "What happened here?"
"I tried to fight that creature, whatever the hell it was," Myron answered. "He got me pretty hard there but the weird thing is, he wasn't affected at the slightest by any of my punches."
"Can't blame him," I began to tease before prodding his upper arm, "not much muscle here is there, Myron?"
Myron scowled at me, "Shut up. You know that's not true because I go to the gym nearly every day."
"Keep telling yourself that," I teased, letting out a little laugh. Weren't we weird? The two of us. We started off with hatred forming between us and not we had just been dragged through some forbidden cupboard by what resembled a dead man and here we were already teasing each other and laughing as if we were best friends since day one.
"We should probably find a way out of this pit," Myron suggested, looking around us and I nodded in agreement. Myron walked over to one of the walls and began to inspect it. He placed his hands on the wall, running them along the cold concrete walls. He carried on searching for some kind of sign or indication or a way out of this suffocating place. I was about to begin helping Myron when suddenly I felt a wave of dizziness flow through my head. I stumbled back a few steps, trying to compose myself. It happened again but this time it was harder to being myself back together. Everything was spinning around me and it seemed as if the walls were closing in on me. They were trying to suffocate me, squeeze me into a tiny ball.
"Myron," I breathed out with much effort. I faintly saw him turn around to face me and run towards me as I fell backwards and everything went pitch black.
