Archie's POV:
Next thing I remember, was waking up in a strange cellar? I was cuffed tightly to a bigger pipe. Lights weren't something that was in big need, there was an opening in the ceiling, a quite small one but that's not the point!
'I get unfocused far too easily!' I thought, to myself.
My whole body was aching. What hurt the most were my legs. My captor must've cut them quite a lot, because I couldn't feel them. I recalled some memories from the former event, it was all very, very, unclear to me. I remember tripping over one of those goddamn rocks!
The dark-black hairs on my arms stood up. I've always been called quite good looking, I don't get why. But hey, I don't complain. My eyes are deep blue, my hair is black as charcoal, I'm also pale as shit. I'm quite bright minded and edgy, I'm considered cool in my district.
I sighed and thought 'Wonder what happened to my legs' I slightly grinned, only to freeze on the spot after I looked down for the first time since I had tripped over that goddamn rock. What I found was shocking. I... Had No... Legs...? "O-oh m-my god..." I stuttered, "This can't be real, t-this can't..." I lost my track of words and I began to shake. Uncomfortable shivers ran down my long slender arms. I took a second look at the outcome, my legs—stumps of left flesh. What was truly left of my legs... they were bandaged up, oddly and I couldn't feel anything down there. Also, my body was numb. I wanted to get up right away and run all I could, But I Had No Goddamn Legs!
I struggled, trying to free myself from the pipe, I wanted to get home so, so, badly! I couldn't die in a place like, this! "I Fucking Hate This!" I cried, "Since when has this become what I wanted?! I just want to go home!"
-No Reply-
I knew there was someone there, my gut were telling me so. What psychotic freak would do this kind of shit, it's totally absurd. I started kicking and yelling again.
-No Reply-
"This is ridiculous! I know you're there!" I growled.
"Mhm?" ... 'Wait, they speak? It sounds like a woman'
"Finally, h-hey you" I exclaimed, looking around me, seeking to find where the woman was 'hiding'
"..."
"Can you maybe, uhm... please let me go?" I asked bluntly
"Go?" the woman asked, still hiding in the shadows.
"Yeah, you know like, go home to all I have!" I exclaimed
"There's no home for me." She replied coldly
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked in surprise
"You got your home here?" She stepped a bit out of the darkness. I couldn't see anything besides her face. It lighted up in the dark.
I'm not so sure it's a woman any longer. 'She' was covered in bandages from head to toe, from what I could tell. Her eyes didn't look like eyes in particular. A thought hit me 'What if she didn't have any eyes..?'
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Hunens - Okryll
HorrorArchie Is a young man, popular in his home town. One day, out on a special mission from his work, he finds himself out on a corn field in what seems like nowhere. He has an encounter with someone, or something, calling itself Okryll. How did he get...
