Emerged In Darkness

Chapter 2

Saran woke to the sound of chainsaws, yelling, and a massive headache of pain.

She sat up with a groan, rubbing her head. When she pulled her fingers away, blood glistened on the tips. She must have hit the wall harder than she thought.

Saran stood up and wobbled over to the edge of the floor. Ethan was fighting Jack. In both of their hands were chainsaws. Both buzzed and roared as they clashed against each other, sparks flying and metal grinding.

Slowly, she stumbled along the wall, holding on to keep her balance, and carefully made her way down the stairs.

As her foot left the last step, a horrible screaming came from within the cage.

Ethan.

She stumbled and tripped her way to the door of the cage, grabbing onto the rusted metal bars. Through the spaces, she saw that Ethan was perfectly fine. He had a few scratches here and there but he was fine. She couldn't see Jack but from the blood dripping off Ethan's chainsaw, he was probably dead. Probably very, very dead.

Almost as if he knew that she was thinking of him, Ethan turned toward Saran.

"Stand back."

She did as he said and stumbled back against the cool wall. Saran watched as Ethan approached the door and revved the chainsaw. In a flurry of sparks and grinding, the door swung open.

He dropped the chainsaw and approached her.

"That looks bad. You still have that bottle I gave you?"

In a daze, she searched her pockets until she pulled it out. Somewhere in her mind, she considered it lucky the bottle hadn't been smashed when she was thrown against the wall. Slowly, she handed him the little green bottle.

Ethan reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a crumpled cloth. He unscrewed the cap of the bottle and poured the liquid on to it. She watched as the thin, green liquid soaked into the fabric as Ethan brought it up to dab her forehead.

Almost instantly, the pain was gone. Saran felt ten times better than she had before.

"There, that should do it," He said, screwing the lid back on and handing her back the bottle.

She put it away before looking at him curiously. "What was that?"

He looked at her, grinning slightly.

"That will help you in a tight spot."

Satisfied with his answer, she said nothing else and waited for Ethan. Once they were ready, he pulled her away from the cage and headed back the way they had come. Ethan lead her past the dead bodies of the black monsters, past the old bathing room, and past the morgue she'd been placed in.

He lead her up an old, rickety staircase that groaned and complained with each step. As she pushed open the door, lights hit her eyes. Saran's eyes watered and burned as she turned away. Without a doubt, she knew that she'd been in that dirty, dark basement too long.

Once she recovered, she saw Ethan waiting for her in the doorway of an open room. She followed after him. As she stood in the middle of the room, he kneeled and rummaged through a box sitting next to a desk.

"Alright, here. You're gonna need this. Just in case we get separated," Ethan spoke, handing her his handgun. Saran took it cautiously.

"What about you? Won't you need it?"

He shook his head.

"No, I've got a gun right here."

She watched as he pulled out a shotgun and slung it over his back. Then, he turned to her. He gestured between her and the gun and said, "You know how to shoot it?"