My Wolf-man

Chapter 33 ~ Gleam, A Terrible Gleam

There's an uncanny relationship between death and life, almost like a paradox. The world was born in darkness, and also end in darkness at the moment of death.

The darkness I see now can only be compared to an endless pit of time that stretches out before me.

Every time I tried to open my eyes, I wasn't sure if they were open or if they were closed. I wasn't sure where I was, who took me, whether I was ever going to make it out alive, or whether I would see daylight again.

I was crouched in a ball, my limbs joined as one because I was so frightened of falling into this pit, and I haven't moved since I awoke from my unconscious state. My legs have cramps, my arms are numb from holding my legs to my chest so tightly, my brain is throbbing tremendously, and I can taste the salt from my tears which I'm sure are staining my cheeks if I could see properly.

I wasn't sure how much time it's been since I woke up, but I have nothing to go on. It's so silent I can hear my heart beating in my ears, and the blood rushing all over my body. I'm not sure if I'm going to go crazy from the silence, or from having one of my senses removed.

Somewhere to my right, I heard the sound of a gun being loaded. The clicking of the bullets being loaded into the gun set my heart into overdrive, and my nerves on end. My muscles tightened, ready to bolt at any opportunity I got even though I was surrounded by a black pit. I sucked in a sharp breath, willing my ears to listen to the sound of activity, but I couldn't hear past the blood rushing in my ears.

"Hello?" I croaked, feeling my lips split from not being used recently. My throat felt parched.

I heard a door being opened, the hinges groaning and squeaking under the weight of the door.

I heard a deep and menacing chuckle, the sound vibrating off the walls and echoing in my ears, sending my heart into a rampage. I'm sure I was going to have a heart attack soon from the speed my heart was beating at.

All I could see was blackness. It was all around me. For a minute or two I honestly thought this sick person had taken away my ability to see, but the lights flicked on and I immediately threw my hands to block to onslaught.

The room went from black to white. Literally. The one tiny light on the roof looked like a slither compared to the size of the room I'm guessing. 

The man stood under the single light, the shadows echoing his merciless features with the horrible gleam in his eyes. He was wearing complete black, and in contrast to the white room it made him look deadly and sinister.

He wore a thick black coat with silver spikes protruding from the leather and a black shirt with black pants cut up by holes up and down the legs. His thick combat boots smashed against the floor as he began walking closer to me.

I backed up with every step I took until my back hit a wall and I shrieked. He laughed and I wanted to cry. Where was Aiden, where am I.

"Who are you?" I yelled.

"Your worst nightmare."

I glared at him. "Where am I."

"Stop asking questions you stupid girl or you will meet him faster than you want to."

My glare only made him chuckle. "Like the cage? I think it suits you and your attitude which is going to cause that pretty little face of yours to turn into a train wreck."

I don't know what I was horrified at more, the fact that I was caged in like an animal in a zoo or the threat that hung heavy in the air. Even though I didn't know who this man was, or what he was capable of, I knew what he was saying was somewhat truthful.

The voice seemed familiar, and my memory flashed behind my eyes the moment I was abducted, and fear leeched out of me in waterfalls.

"How's your face? Is it still intact? I wasn't sure if that slap would leave a bruise on that pretty little face of yours."

I growled, reaching up to my cheek and sure enough felt a bump which made me seethe in pain when I accidentally pushed too hard.

He laughed again, and I bit my tongue to stop myself from whimpering. I would show this man no satisfaction of witnessing my emotions.

"Is it a little dark in there sweetheart? Want me to turn on the light?"

I cried out in pain when I was finally cast into a pit of bright, white light that surrounded me completely. The ache behind my eyeballs which radiated all over my head was proof I've been the dark for a while.

Slowly my eyes adjusted to my surroundings, and I gasped in shock.

I was in a glass box, trapped like an animal in a cage. The floor was metal, split up into four giant slabs placed together like puzzle pieces, joined at the center by what appeared to be a drain.

Above me, there was a giant black hole covered by a thick and heavy lid which was bolted shut. On the outside of the lid, there was a black pipe traveling from the hole to a large black tank covering the whole side of the wall to my right. Another pipe ran into a tank in the opposite direction.

The room I was in had pristine white walls. The wall to my left was covered in buttons the colour of the rainbow. Red circle buttons and green square buttons and purple circle buttons and yellow levers and knobs and turns and this and that. My eyes simply couldn't take in all the information, and my brain couldn't keep up with it all.

The main who abducted me was standing in front of me, protected by the glass box of which I was encased, a terrible gleam evident in his malice expression plastered over his tattooed and scarred face. He wore a black leather coat that hit the floor, covered with silver spikes that made him look like a menacing witch doctor.

His hair was messy, and he looked like he hadn't slept in weeks.  I'm surprised it didn't have ragged holes in it with the way he was dressed.

"Where am I?" I whispered. I arose from my fetal position and wobbled on my legs, gripping the glass wall for support.

His laugh echoed around the room, making me cringe from the sudden lack of silence which made all sound amplified to my ears.

"Welcome to Ilusiota."