The Song

The Call

I hear a song, a beautiful song. A most wonderful song. The singer is saying something, but I can't quite hear it. I move forward until I hear faintly, "wake up."

I open my eyes. Where am I? I look around. I'm in a jail cell. The air is cold and reeks of rotting flesh. It is moist and difficult to inhale. The jail cell has a Dark Ages design to it, and is clearly designed to feel confining.

So I'm in jail, OK, so on to the next question, who am I? I don't remember my own name. I have to have something. I start to search my pockets, looking for something, anything that can give answers. I feel a piece of thick paper in my back left pants pocket. I take it out.

It's a photograph. On it are two, almost identical looking people. One of them smiles at the cameraman, whilst the other, turns away scowling. So that answers... Absolutely nothing. God dammit. I need answers, and if I want answers, I gotta get outta here.

I begin to search the cell for something, anything that can help me get out of here. I notice one of the bars are loose. I pull it until is breaks. It breaks with a loud clang. I listien for the guards... Guess nobody's here.

I exit my cell and begin walking down the grey, desolate corridor. At the end of the corridor, stands a young cloaked lass with an eerie smile visible under her cloak.

Is she the only guard? OK, one guard, not that bad. I step forward. I hear a voice, "hoe don't do it."

I'm in another place, a large orange room. I see a corpse.

"Oh my god," the voice says.

"Hey!" A voice snaps be back to the prison. The lass seems to glare at me from under her cloak, "what are you doing?"

Better think of something, "uhh... Twenty four?" I reply.

"No," she replies, "this is your twenty fifth attempt. So let's get this over with." The doors fly open, and floating weaponry fills the room. She's telekinetic? Well shit.

A blade flies at me, my vision goes hazy, and I end up back in the orange room. I'm with two others, one of which was from the photo, the smiling one. A being holds a gun on the other side, they fire. The smiling man from the photo takes the bullet, shielding me and the other person, who is hidden under a dark cloak. This all feels familiar, but why?

I snap back to reality. I catch the blade by the handle and use the momentum to throw it back, stabing the guard in the throat. She gasps for breath, the weaponry falls to the floor. I take a katana and approach her. She looks at me, I look back. I can't have anyone perusing me, expessialy if I am some wanted criminal. I finish her off.

I hear the song again. It seems to call to me. I want to find the source, maybe it has answers. I follow it to the outside...