The Underworld

Intro

Shadows. They bleaked over my skin as I felt the train coming to a hault. The tires screeched through the seemed deserted train station. The blindfold made it hard to see the descending figures that reached their way to us. Muscular builds dwalled from the distance. Men's arrogant stride up to innocent people. Dark intentions.

My throat burned at the smell and taste at the musty area. No murmur could be heard anymore. The small crowd that I was amongst grew silent. Waiting in the timid steps we called fate. Their husky voices muffled something inaudible.

Quick steps moved around and between. I tried to focus while somehow deafing my beating pulse. Not a breath was made as we felt ourselves being hoisted and landed a few moments later.

A thick accented voice instructed a action to be handed out on a foreign counting. The accent dripped in extra long vowel pronouncing.

After the peculiar wording, our blindfolds were forcefully removed. The sharp light let a momentairly blindment unfold.

A short , yet stocky, figure lingered through the crowd. Seeking for the latetest prey. After a few protruding seconds, I felt the dizziness and amnesia clutch me. The blinding light seemed to fade away with the darkness surrounding me.

Unconscious seemed like a fiiting gestesture...but I was afraid...I was actually fading into the hands of the ruthless underground...
. . .

A piercing sunlight strawled through the open window. The dust seemed to dance through the beams. My eyes were enchanted by the different movements it potraited.

Realisation hit me like a bus. The sweat particles were released on time. My hand clutched my head in usion as the excruciating pain seeped from the back of my head to the front.

So weird, I thought. It felt too realistic