The Other world

Chapter 3

"Welcome..." A voice whispered in her ears, it was deep and bone shuddering.

She realised she had shut her eyes, but now cautiously opened them. Alex could see nothing at first, only some grey gloominess. But then, shapes started to appear, people walking by, tall buildings stretching to the sky, water fountains... wait... that wasn't water. It looked like lava? No, surely that would be to dangerous. It was blood.

Alex gasped. Where was she?

She stepped closer to the fountain, ignoring the voice that had spoken. It was definitely blood, rich red blood. It spurted so gracefully out of the fountain, and fell down the spiralling structure so elegantly then landed in a round pool of blood.

Something snapped her out of her trance. Someone was cutting there wrist, the blood slid out of the wound so quickly it fell into the fountain without a sound. Then they walked away as if nothing had happened.

"You want to have ago?" A voice jumped her out of her horrified watch.

Alex turned around, the boy from the throne was there. He was tall standing up, Alex only reached just under his chin.

Startled she could only stutter, "W-W-What?"

The boy chuckled softly, a grin growing on his face, "Why did you choose hell, Alex?"

"How do you know my name?"

"That wasn't my question."

Alex was confused, this had to be a dream.

It's not a dream, Alex.

There it was again, the bone shuddering voice. Did this boy not hear it?

"Perhaps you didn't hear me," The boy spoke again, he paused and walked around Alex to sit on the ledge of the fountain, "Why did you choose hell?"

He was serious. Even Alex didnt know why Alex had chosen hell. It seemed right at the time, but now, she wasnt so sure about it, "I... I dont know"

He looked down, his dark hair shadowing his face.

Not knowing what to do, Alex just stood there. So many questions going through her head, not really sure if she should ask them.

It seemed like forever before he stood up. Looking at her deeply in the eyes. She held her gaze.

A prickiling warmth swelled up inside, it felt like a fire was growing in her chest. Or butterflies fluttering in her stomach. She was supposedly ament to be dead. Yet, the feeling faded, like it had never been there.

The boy drew a sharp knife from his pocket, handing it to Alex. She looked at it, not sure really what to do. But something told her that she was supposed to do what that person had done a minute ago. She flipped it over in her hand. Carved ruins were embedded in the shiny wooden handle. Swirling up and around it.

The boy took her hand and lead her towards the fountain, "You know what your supposed to do."

She knew. She knew what she had to do, but she didnt want to. She needed answers first.

"Why?" She whispered.

The boy looked at her. His dark eyes telling dark stories,"You shouldnt have chosen hell." He stood up and left.

Alex lost sight as he disappeared into a crowd of people.

She didn't know this world, where to go, where to stay, what to do. And the knife in her hand, in public. She could get thrown into prison for this. But no one gave her a second look. They just looked at her as if she were a long lost friend.

After minutes of standing still and many thoughts flowing through her head. Taking a step backwards, she turned towards the fountain.

Bracing herself she put the knife on the edge of her palm.

Pressing hard, the blade pierced her skin. Sending blobs of blood to the surface.

Alex winced at the sharp sting, and put her hand over the fountain.Thin droplets of blood splashed into the fountain, making a pleased hissing noise.

Her blood emerged with the other pool of blood. But no more blood was dripping.

She looked at her cut. It wasnt there.

Something caught her eye. It was the handle of the knife. It was glowing.

It heals you, Alex.

Alex turned around expecting to find someone talking to her. It was the bone shuddering voice again. Where was it coming from?

She looked around her, turning in circles before she became dizzy and sat on the edge of the fountain.

The boys words echoed through her head, ' You shouldn't have chosen hell.' Why shouldn't she have chosen It? She had her reason to be here.

Alex stood up.

She walked towards a near by street and carries on walking.

The voice in her head guiding her along through alley ways and pathways.

Turn left Alex.