Where Am I (work in progress)

Chapter 1

Sigh," I can't do it," I said as I drew back the blade. "I just can't do it!"

"Heh, Well too bad, I thought you could be of assistance, but it looks like I'll have to kill you too," The man grinned and pulled back his blade. "Goodbye." He dashed at me staring me blank in the eyes.  

Blood gushed from my chest as I fell to the ground. The stabbing pain. It was too much. The sick bastard was standing over me with a smirk.

"What's wrong with you?" I said while gasping for air

"Well, there you have it, you're gonna die here, no one's gonna find you, no one's gonna care about you, no one can save you." His smirk quickly went away. He was furious. What could he possibly had been mad about though?. What could I do?  I tried to stand, but my legs were weak. I quickly fell again. I swear I heard him laugh, but that was before I looked up. 

He held the knife facing his chest. His laughter got louder and louder until he thrust the knife into his chest. Blood burst out of his mouth. He dropped to his knees and screamed in agony while the sound of his pounding heart slowly diminished. He was gone. I attempted to stand again, but I was unsuccessful again.

Finally, I got to my feet, weary and delirious, I had to find my way out of the building. I stumbled around the quarters to try and find something I can use to escape, but there was nothing. Blood kept on spilling out but I had to get out this place. I tore the sleeves off of my shirt and tied it around my chest to stop the bleeding.  

The room was empty except the two bodies on the floor and tied to the chair. I unstrapped the man from the chair. He fell to the floor and planted himself there. Then I saw it. Behind the chair, there was an air vent. That was how I could escape, or so I thought. 

I pulled out the chair and moved it to the side with what little strength I had left. How could I open the vent was still unclear, but there had to be a solution. I began to strike the vent with the knife that the man had given me. I got nothing but scratches on it. I hadn't enough strength to punch it, but I had to try it.  I raised my fist in anger and agony as blood poured out of my mouth and splattered on my hand. 

I coughed and put my hand down. If I was ever going to escape, I had to rest. I sat in the wooden chair that held the corpse and tried to sleep. But before I could fall asleep I heard faint laughter, "Hehehe," I jolted up and looked around. Nothing was there. No. No one was there.

I finally got some sleep. When I woke up, I found myself still in the room. The chair was fairly comfortable. Ironic how so many people met their fate in that chair. I stood up and stared at the vent. I finally raised my fist, but there was no need. It was off of its hinges. 

"Huh? That's strange." I pulled off the vent and continued to crawl through. I didn't know what was waiting for me on the other side, but I kept going. Continuing through the dark vent. There was an awful odor growing stronger as I crawled through. The laughter never quit. It sounded as if it were a child. If it was a child, why was there a child in this rustic abandoned building? That didn't matter, someone was on the other side of the vent, and I was heading towards them.

The end of the ghastful vent tunnel was open, and no grate needed to be opened. I raised my speed in an attempt to reach the end faster. But...*crash*. The vent snapped, dropping me on the ground beneath it. There were at least four feet between me and the vent. I glared at broken metal hanging from above. There was no way out.

I scouted ahead but saw nothing but an endless tunnel that appeared oddly familiar. It had appeared that the walls were constructed entirely of brick. I stared down the hall, but I couldn't see anything for it was consumed by darkness. I had no light. All I had was a knife and a dying spirit. I fought back the pain as I rose to my feet. I had to continue if I were to ever find a way out.

The laughter was gone. No one was in sight. I had walked for about ten minutes and hadn't found the exit, nor any other door for that matter. I began to feel very weary. My legs were almost collapsing in on themselves. Until I heard an ominous creak of a steel door. I turned around to see nothing. Nothing but a child.

IT was a boy who looked no older than eight. How did he get here? What was he doing here? He stared at the ground and paid no attention to me, or so I thought.

"Who are you?" I asked the child.

He didn't respond. He slowly lifted his head and stared me down. His eyes were blank, not so that he didn't show emotion, but they were blank. No pupils, just a deep nothing. He gave me a small grin and lifted his hand as if he was saying hello, so I waved back. Suddenly his smile changed into a look of concern. Fear consumed me. I couldn't move I felt petrified. The boy carefully walked closer and closer until he was practically standing directly in front of me. He scoffed.

"Bye...bye," the boy said quietly.

He stared up at me and smiled. It wasn't an ordinary smile, it... his mouth tore open showing rugged teeth and blood drizzling from the tears. He opens his mouth as if he was going to bite. *chomp.* His teeth sunk into my arm, and as he pulled away, he severed my arm. My arm was mangled. Cracked bones stuck out, and blood gushed. I grasped my arm as I began to blackout.

"AHHHH!" I screamed as I jolted up out of a prison-like bed. I arose from the bed and stared around. I was in a hospital though it looked as though no one had been there in several years. I glared at my arm. It looked as though nothing had happened. I could move my arm and it didn't hurt. I shrugged and stoop up. From behind the doorway, a boy stuck his head out. It was the one that had bitten me. " Ahh, Who are you?" I screamed.

"Oh," the boy replied, "my name is Alex."

"Well, stay back," I demanded.

"Why?"

"What do you mean by why,"

"Why should I stay back?"

"You know why." At this point, I was backed up to an operating table. Several scalpels were lying on the table. I grabbed one and pointed it at the boy, "Tell me where I am!"

"Wha.." The boy's face froze in fear and a tear ran down his face. "Please don't hurt me," he bawled and ran out of the room. I followed him, but I was too late. He was out of sight.

There was nowhere in sight that he could be. There were no doors, no window, there was nothing. There was only a small hallway which appeared no larger than five meters long. I stuffed the scalpel into my pocket and ran back into the room where I once was. I searched through cabinets and drawers searching for anything that could help me escape. I opened a cabinet and found nothing but some ibuprofen, lisinopril, and some other drugs. 

I sat down on the operation table and tried to think of a way out, but nothing came to me. There were no windows, no doors, there was nothing that I could do. All I could do was wait. Wait for something to happen.

I was tired of waiting. Waiting, waiting, waiting, it's all I could fucking do sit there and fucking wait for some dumb shit to happen. I drew the scalpel and stared at it. It looked so calming. I held it closer and slowly drew it closer to my throat. I held it, pressing it against my neck. It felt easier than waiting. I pressed harder and blood began to draw out of my neck.  

Before I could kill myself and leave that bloody hell hole, I heard another laugh. I was struck with fear as the laughter grew. It got louder and louder. It was a noise which I wish  I had never heard. It paused for a moment and a voice spoke, "Why don't you just finish the job, Kill yourself, Kill, Kill, Kill!" I held the blade back up at my neck. I was ready to end it, but before I could the boy walked into the room.

"You!" I screamed. I rushed at the boy, scalpel in hand, and I thrusted it into his chest. He gave out a silent shriek, but it had sounded like a scream, for there was no other noise to interrupt it. I withdrew the scalpel, and his body collapsed. Blood ran to the soles of my shoes. His eyes were blank, and his body twitched after every few seconds. Finally, his body stopped. It lay there motionless and lifeless. I had thought it was over, but of course, I was wrong.