Awakening

Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Premonitions of Dark Times

I awoke and sat up. The room was bright but also shadowy. I heard the rhythmic breathing of the girls and realized it must've just been sunrise. I slid out of bed and decided to make some coffee.

"Good morning." I heard a small voice say.

"Good morning to you to." I said turning towards the bed. No one was up. I just shrugged and grabbed a cup of coffee.

"I know you hear me." The voice said again.

I ignored it, and began drinking my coffee. The voice kept saying it knew I heard it.

"What do you want?" I asked, exasperated.

"I need help. I'm trapped and sadly I only could reach you." The voice said, coldly.

"Well then. I'm sorry that you're trapped but don't you think there's another way to get out other than through me?" I asked, my voice calming down.

"Well there's other ways but I don't wanna kill someone to get out." The voice said, seeming annoyed.

"Makes sense. So how can I help?" I asked, finishing my coffee.

"Go back to the surface, and I'll guide you from there."

"How do I get back?"

"The same way you got in. Have some servants take you."

"Ok. Give me an hour or so."

The voice agreed. I walked to the servants that brought me to the Draconian kingdom. They seemed against the idea at first but with some persuasion I was allowed to leave. They took me through a slightly sloping hallway. The hallway became lighter and at the end was a door. I stepped through it. I ended up in a desert. I looked around.

"See that fence way off in the distance?" The voice said, sounding clearer.

"Yeah. Why am I in a desert?" I asked.

"Don't question it. Walk past the fence and into the facility behind it."

"Um, I'm gonna question it. There's so many unknowns that I would like to know."

"Not right now, you ignorant fuck!" The voice snapped.

"Well damn. I want answers though..."

"Later." The voice sounded calmer.

Not wanting to argue with the voice, I trudged on. The desert sun beat down, and sweat dripped down my brow. I neared the fence and saw the gnarled fence and sharp scrap metal littering the floor. The scent drifting in the dry winds was sickly sweet.

"Blood." I whispered.

I stepped over the remains of the fence, and went towards the huge facility. A dusting of short hairs was resting on a light blue substance. The smell of blood was getting stronger, and another scent was mingling with it. It smelled like a pond, but really close. As I walked through the facility, I saw huge rooms with large glass windows. Next to the windows were doors, most likely for scientists to walk through. One of these doors was ajar. I poked my head in and noticed something. The windows weren't really windows. They were two way mirrors. This one had some deep gashes, like claw marks, rather than from a man made weapon.

"What made these?" I asked quietly.

I walked out of the room and towards the smell of the pond. As I neared it, I noticed more of the blue substance. Intrigued, I touched it. It had the same consistency as hair gel, and was felt warm. I followed the smell further and found where the blood smell was coming from. In the hall, next to a door, was a corpse. Their throat was missing, so much of it that I could clearly see the pinkish neck vertebrae. They seemed to have stumbled out of the room they died next to, as a trail of blood was behind their feet and a bloody handprint was on the doorway. I looked at the door and gulped. It had been clawed through.