Thoughts

Chapter 1

"Running...uh, uh he's uh running, down an ally.""Where?""at the conner of Maple... And...uh." Scarlet's mind draws a blank, she can't see anything. This never happens. She thought. I can always find people. "Well?" Scarlet stuttered "I... I don't know." The professor slams his hand on the iron table. The sound rings in the cold cement room as it bounces wall to wall. Scarlet jumps and the frozen chains around her hands and feet sting as they touch her skin. The professor grabs her chains and pulls her so close she can she the blood vessels in his eyes pulsate. His teeth were rotten and yellow, his breath smelled of oil and death, he is a vile person. A grim-reaper would run at sight of, Seth, the "professor." He's a sloppy bilge rat, with matted fur. His pupils were small and he spoke slowly through his teeth. "You know what will happen to you if you don't find, correct?" Seth grins maliciously and drops Scarlet. He waits, letting the message sink in, then silently slips out the iron door, leaving her in the dark...alone. I'm always alone.

Scarlet watches the moon through the only crack in the forgotten ceiling, of her abandoned cell. Still chained in the same chair for days. She has gotten used to the rats that scurry around her feet and now she can actually identify them by there distinct sound. Some are high pitched and some whimper, some drag their long and infected nails across the pavement to keep them sharp creating an eeriely small ear splitting sound. Even so these things she could bare, but the visions she's been getting are slim and when she does get one it's short, staggered and there's a feeling of fear and despair (The fear is only when it's focused on the man). That was dragging her down the Pitt of insanity, the depths of hell. Was she going crazy? Or did someone need her.