(Here's a picture I drew of this chapter)
Darkness.
Blackness.
My eyelids were heavy.
My feet were numb.
My head hurt.
It was almost like I'd fallen asleep and was in some kind of dream.
Nightmare?
Dream-mare?
All I could do was walk. Sluggishly, slowly like I was walking through knee-high thick mud. Forward march, on and on.
I could hear music, but it was distant, quiet, and almost fogged, like it was one of those scenes in a movie where the characters are underwater and coming from an old radio from the Great Depression. It was the piano intro from "Taxi Cab," but when it got to the point to where the singing started, it would quickly rewind and start from the beginning. It was really eerie and ghostly, almost creepy. It wasn't really in center stage, it was more like in the back of my head.
"I wanna...I wanna...I wanna...I wanna..."
I stopped walking for a second. I felt the material I was walking in lap around my feet as the current went the way I'd been walking.
It smelled bad.
It smelled like blood. Old blood. Like at a long-abandoned butcher shop. And wood. Wet wood from a really old cabin. Like at a historical place where you see all these old houses and stuff after it rained.
It was cold.
The air, that is. The liquid was strangely warm, but at the same time, it was cold. That's the best way I could explain it.
Cold, but warm.
I swear, this place is like being in a microwave burrito.
I closed my eyes and just felt the weird liquid go around me. My legs felt strained and tired.
Maybe if I stop movvvvviinnnnngg...
My eyelids got heavier and heavier the longer I stood there.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII wwwaannnaaaaaaaa laaaaaayyyyyyyy doooooowwwwwwwnnnn...ssssssssooooooooo ssssssllleeeeeeeeeeepyyyyyyyyyyyyy...
My head got foggier and foggier. I started to bend over, but I shook my head when I noticed something.
The liquid. The height of it had grown taller. It'd grown from my mid-shin to almost the fingertips of my middle fingers.
I jumped back a bit in fear. The water level went down as I moved, then went back up to where it was. I started walking again, and it went back to my mid-shins. It didn't go much lower than that, but it just stayed there.
I noticed something else when I moved. The music moved on, then went back to the way it was.
"I waaaaana fall inside your gho-o-o-o-o- I wanna...I wanna...I wanna..."
I started marching on again, going on to the tempo of the song to the best I could.
"I wanna...I wanna..."
My stamina was going down, even if I was just slowly walking. My legs were beginning to grow sore now.
Pain.
Pain.
Pain.
My thoughts skipped like a broken record.
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The Company
Science Fiction(The cover art is mine) Things aren't what they seem when a scientific research company comes to the Fitzgerald Academy For The Gifted and asks for volunteers to "join" them. They're especially strange when it begins to change some of the students...
