Stay Silent in the Dark - A Dystopian Story

Chapter 3: Giant Footsteps

"You know what?" I looked up at my cat - he looked at me curiously.

"I'm gonna call you Gizmo." I smiled at his new name. Gizmo mewed with an appreciative hint, before jumping off a high shelf and nestled into my lap. I sat there in a calm bliss, the first one in a long time. I placed my hand on Gizmo's back but he slithered away quite quickly,

"I didn't mean to scare you." I said , more to myself. I decided to give him some time , so I searched the house some more. I ended up in a kitchen, which was dark and musty but you could see the happy place it once was. I searched drawers and cabinets quietly, finding some small bags of dry cat food. I read the due date before placing it on a wooden table.
After that, I pulled open a long drawer to find some cutlery. I stared at a sharp knife glinting back at me.

What should I do ? This knife would give me the option to harm... but would I use it for just the Stygians? I looked at it suspiciously ,but I knew at one point I would have to. I grabbed the knife,

"Only in dire emergencies." I murmured as I went up the rackety steps to look for Gizmo.

My hand trailed across the room as I blankly gawped at the amount of doorways in the hallway - it felt like behind each one would be a magical realm. I strained my ears to tune into the distant sound of continuous mewls. I rushed down the stretching hallway trying to find the right room.

Some time later, I found a door slightly ajar,

"Just how Gizmo likes it" I thought to my self laughing.
I pushed the door open and walked in, only to be pinned to the cold wall. I yelped in pain as the wall smashed by the force - it must've been old. That thought was soon kicked out of my mind as I was dragged up the wall from my neck. The moonlight was dim and all I could see was a dark silho,uette of a person. My panicking kicked in and I started struggling like a maniac.

This distracted the offender and he loosened his grip on me. I grabbed his shirted and dived at him. He grunted as he collided with the wood floor and slid across it as if it was ice. I got on top of him to keep him put and contemplatedgetting out my knife.

"Is it moral? I don't know them-" I got distracted by my thoughts and the opponent had already recuperated. He grabbed me and rolled us over so he had the vantage point. There was fear and dominance in his eyes.

I didn't know what he was going to do but I didn't want to find out. I forced myself up and head butted him down to the splintered floor. I stooped low so that we were almost touching face to face and pushed the knife against his neck.

My chest on his, I could feel it rising and falling like a scared little chicken. I smirked before I heard loud , thunderous steps coming closer to the room. I stayed put, maybe I could threaten the second offender with this one's life? The stomps got louder and I noticed there was a light getting closer too. Gizmo, who was watching the whole thing in shock scowled. Time felt frozen. Until the giant was finally here.

"Jax?" Questioned a husky voice. The light shone on me and I felt like a robber who was caught on camera.

The guilt came flooding in...

I got off my 'prey' like a fallen soldier in defeat and scuffled away to show no harm. But my knife shone in the blinding light. I heard a gun cock ;I froze. But Gizmo wasn't having it, he yowled from the shelf and dived in front of me. A diminishing stare countered the men.

"What's going on here?" Asked the same man with the light. There was a long pause before the other one, who I assumed to be Jax, replied

"I found another survivor but I thought it was a Stygian so I attacked her." his was quite worn out-probably from the fight.

I slouched on the hard wooden floor, also feeling worn out from the fight too- I was feeling pretty light headed.

"So kiddo, where do you come from? I'm Carlton" Said the older sounding man. I was confused that he was so forgiving after I had almost murdered Jax.I snapped out of my thoughts when he dimmed the torch a little so I could see his face. He had a stubby white beard and his hair was combed back with a worn out brown colour.

I stood up to introduce my self , but I felt like my soul had burst out of my head and floated away. I turned around to see a waterfall of blood trickling down the wall. The whole world went fuzzy as I crashed to the ground like a fallen building.

A/N

Word Count: 824

Okay so this is moving! Side note I'm not the best at describing hairstyles and faces so if you want to find out what Carlton looks like (if you like imagining characters not according to the write , just ignore) here's a pic

Jk here

So this is Chrisopher Meloni and he is acting in 'The Underground' in this picture. The clothes are actually quite accurate for this story but I'll be briefly describing what people are wearing.

Also , the name Gizmo comes from my friend's (SomeWeirdPotatoes) cat. Go and check her out! She's a great person and story writer.

P.S : screw it, I'm uploading every Friday :3