The Game

Abandoned

Stupid, stupid, stupid Fey. She sighed, looking into the expanse of darkness before her. "Dammit" she hissed quietly. "Stupid Fey, of course they'd abandon you. Bloody idiot for thinking they'd stay." She grumbled to herself, placing a hand on the wall I'll show them, I'll get out of here, she thought to herself, slowly walking into the endless maze of darkness. It was silent, save for the echo of her footfalls. It was eerily quiet. She stumbled suddenly, the wall on her left giving out as she tumbled into a room. Groaning, she slowly stood up, tensing at the sound of pops. "Lights?" she murmured as a soft yellow glow enveloped the room. "LIGHTS!" She cried, standing up and looking around. It was rusty, the walls were broken, chairs and tables scattered around the room. Fey tilted her head, noticing a pile of... what was that pile? She didn't get a chance to even start walking over before the lights went out and a loud ticking filled her ears. She jumped, falling onto the floor again, clutching her chest. *God dammit* she sighed, standing slowly, rubbing her eyes. "Damn noise" she hissed quietly as she found the wall, making her way back to the door.

She stumbled down the hall, sighing as the ticking rang through her ears. It gave her a feeling of Déjà-Vu except it didn't feel... right. It felt wrong. She yelped as she tripped over something, her hands grazing the wet floor. She scrambled to stand up, panting as she frantically brushed her hands on her legs, realising her legs were wet too. "It was probably just a pipe. An old, rusty pipe" She panted, glancing around the darkness that swirled down the halls. She placed her hand back on the wall and continued, limping slightly and she tried to remember where she had heard the ticking before. She sighed, rubbing her eyes and letting out a quiet yawn. "AH!" She shrieked, falling to the floor as a small light flickered on. It's pathetic yellow glow barely lighting the room. But it was enough. To see the... the... Damage? Could she even call it damage? It was as if they had released a pack of wolves in this room. The walls were covered in rust and scratch marks and the floor was covered in a thick layer of... Something. She couldn't describe it. Fey softly ran a hand over the scratch marks, realising they were deep. Too deep. She stepped back, frantically searching the room. Scratch marks, rust, liquid and a pile in the corner. She turned, scanning the room for a door, hitting desperately against the walls. The door She screamed at herself "WHERE'S THE BLOODY DOOR?"

The ticking. It was quiet, gently thrumming through her ears. Her eyes widened in realisation as she spun around, slipping over her own feet as she looked at the corner. "No" she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. "No, no, no please no!" she cried desperately. She remembered. Too late. She blinked, tears rolling down her face as it was there. It had to be at least 8ft, arms dangling by its side, claws scraping the floor as it slowly approached her, grinning maniacally. Flesh. It had... Flesh between its teeth. Blood drizzled down its chin and she slowly looked up to meet its eyes. Intoxicating. It was the only way she could describe it. Molten pools of gold, rivers of red. Every colour under the sun, every hue and shade she could imagine. It was all there. She released a shaky breath, whimpering. She blinked.