Chance for a Prophecy

Chapter 12 - Door Handle

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Original upload date: 14/03/2013

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Chance for a Prophecy

Chapter 12. – Door Handle

"One must have a good memory to be able to keep the promises one makes."

Friedrich Nietzsche

Toroku had been wandering for hours in the empty passages of the corridor, and his feet started to ache. 'Strange. That's never happened before. I know the way. I'm sure. I always go this way.' He passed by a burnt out gas-light, but before he left it, he stopped. His hands moved without second thought, he carefully tapped the burner once. Nothing happened. He narrowed his eyes and repeated the movement, and on his third try he was blinded by the yellow light from the lamp. It forced him to step backward, rubbing his eyes as the sudden light painfully stabbed into his irises. When he gained back his vision and the pain finally faded away he looked back at the gas-light with a satisfied smile, before he turned to continue his wade through the water.

He finally arrived at his destination and worriedly glanced toward the rusty metal door with the cracks and bulges. Toroku ran his eyes over the unidentifiable forged pattern, then he looked down to the water, waiting for the thing on the other side of the door to begin its attempt to force itself out and the concrete floor to disappear out from under his feet. But nothing happened for several long minutes. Everything was silent; no snarling, no ruffling, and no sound of impact as that Thing charged against the door.

The blond boy narrowed his eyes, watching the black water around his ankles. A thought reared its head inside his mind. Something...something was different... Toroku narrowed his eyes even more and finally moved his orbs toward the rusty door again. He examined it carefully, centimeter by centimeter, but he couldn't find what was bothering him. Everything just looked the same as last time and as always. He let out a defeated sigh and moved his eyes back to the concrete floor under the water. He couldn't see it, but he could feel the rough edges under his naked feet. He blinked when realization hit him hard and flung his head toward the door, together with his body, almost falling down into the water by the sudden movement when he grabbed the handle. A handle. There is a door handle!

He stayed in the awkward position frozen, not daring to move his body and absolutely not move the handle. He finally shook his head to ease away his worry and slowly leaned toward the door and placed his ear onto the pleasantly hot surface and closed his eyes, concentrating with his every nerve to the sounds behind the door. Everything was silent except the noise of water dripping. Thoughts ran across his mind with insane speed. 'There is a handle. I can open it. I can finally see that thing!' As he slowly opened his eyes, the warm sensation from the door increased, teasing him, tempting every part of his body, stroking every nerve inside his flesh to finally move his hands and push down that damn handle. Toroku narrowed his eyes, doubts and worry started to fill his mind.

Suddenly he heard something from his back. Not from behind the door, from his back, only centimeters from his spine. A soft textile ruffled, maybe silk, and the sewer filled with the scent of vanilla. He wanted to move his body, to turn around and his mind pushed away every other thought, only the screaming voice stayed. 'Run! Move you idiot!' His muscles tensed, ready to jump when another thought popped up. 'No.' His thoughts calmed down to an almost unnatural level. He could now imagine himself falling asleep in his dreams, while he closed his eyes. 'Just run you damn moron!' He felt the burdens disappear from his shoulders; his soul settled down, like a lake on a summer day without any breeze to ruffle its surface. 'No.' The screaming voice died down to a whimper of fear. 'Why not? You are going to kill me!' A soft smile spread across his face. 'Have faith in me. Everything will be alright.'