Darkness curls around me, the smell of rotten eggs and old flesh penetrating my senses. My own breathing, and the steady drip drip drip of stagnant water from the ceiling are the only sounds. A flash of icy fear spreads down my spine, leaving behind the back-curling feeling of watching eyes.
I take a step forward, ignoring the pain burning in my leg as I desperately search for something, anything, to grip in my twitching fingers, but my eyes can't pierce that unnatural darkness.
'Small mercies,' a feminine whispers to me. Her familiar voice drips with power, 'It's better to not see.'
I ignore the voice, risking a glance down at my thigh, dark blood still leaking out from the large ragged gash I had gotten a day ago. A whole day rotting in that dank cell barely large enough to move, before the masked guards threw me into this room moments ago.
Sighing after I assess my wound, I rip a strip of fabric off my shirt before tying it around the gash, wincing as I tighten it around the dying flesh. Taking a step forward causes my leg to tremble and burn, but it holds.
'Good enough.' I mutter to my self as I limp.
My slightly adjusted eyesight reveals a hallway straight ahead. Parts of the walls caved in as if something had slammed into them, wooden beams arch above me, the bases of them left in splinters. Tattered strips of cloth, impaled on spikes of rock and beam, sway in the slight wind drafting through.
As I take a lurching step, I realize where the cloth had come from. Death had been here recently. If it hadn't, most of those cloths would've been dust by now.
Shivering with a different sort of chill, I turn away from the hall, peering around the room. If it can be called that. Bones—piles of bones litter the dark stone of floor beneath.
'Look.' This is the most the being has ever spoken to me at once.
I snap my attention back to the dead-end hallway. Nothing moves.
Iron chains dangle from the slimy wall closest to me. I slowly pivot towards another and run my pale fingers against divots marring the stone.
A piece of the puzzle snaps into place.
I stumble back, taking in the dozens of slash marks, deep gouges in groups of four.
Claw marks stretching almost a foot long each.
She hisses to me, 'Run.'
The hair on the back of my neck raises, shivering in the cold wafts of air leaking through the dungeon.
Slowly I move my head upwards, focusing straight ahead into the tenebrosity. There's a scrape of nail against stone, and then the sound of breathing.
It was not my own.
' FEAR '
A rasping voice reverberates around me. The ebony dark seems to retreat for half a second before slamming back into my chest with the force of a freight train, the sound of my ribs cracking fills the air and pain racks my body. I realize why the pitch-black atmosphere seemed so unnatural.
The inky darkness swirls around me and I watch in a sort of numbness as something parts it.
The creature's stygian skin hangs off its sharp bones in clumps, long front legs supporting most of its body weight.
Silence surrounds the monster, everything seeming to leans towards it.
' PAIN '
Sudden pounding fills my skull as I claw away from the creature on the slippery floor. My nails rip and break in the stones. Fluid pours from my cut-up hands.
' BLOOD '
Warmth trickles past my lips and down my chin. A metallic tang fills the air and I choke on gasping breaths as blood slides down my throat.
' STRUGGLE '
A dark tendril splits off from the swarm swirling around the monster and hurtles towards my face. It pushes past my lips, its acrid taste burns as it slithers down my throat. It curls into my lungs for a half second before pulling out the air, causing dots to float through my vision.
I try to scream but I can't breathe.
As sacred oblivion starts to take over, a cold touch brushes the back of my neck, and I flip over onto my back to see the creature towering over me, maw dripping with black saliva, waiting to taste flesh.
' DEATH '
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So this happened. I wrote this for a project in class and the thought came to me to post this even though nobody sees these... so I did. Woo.
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(Sorry I haven't really written in first person before so...)
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