The Drop

So the origin of this story was a horror story I was writing with a few of my friends, I wrote these two characters' parts, and decided I liked them and wanted to make my own little story out of it. I switched names and pronouns, and then brought it all together with the end. 

I really enjoyed writing this and I hope you enjoy reading!

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What. Is. Happening. What is happening? I don't know, Nya thought frantically to himself as he looked around. Breathing ragged, heart racing, mind spinning, he squinted his eyes to try and make out shapes in the dark, searching for anything that could be useful or at least give him a clue as to where he was or to what had happened. As his eyes adjusted to the dark, he gasped. Inches away from a multi-hundred-foot drop, he stood atop a small wooden platform, the end of which was haphazardly nailed to the wall. He swallowed hard as he stared down at the drop.

"Fuck."

Nya gasped for air as he collapsed to the floor, drifting in and out of consciousness. Heartbeat quickening, he forced his eyes open, willing himself to stay awake and alive. Hyperventilating, dizzy, and terrified out of his wits, Nya carefully crawled to the edge of the platform and peaked over the side. His heart raced as his eyes found the fatal drop, a tunnel of certain death, and he had to restrain himself from screaming. As soon as his vision began to blur and the world before him seemed to swirl, Nya knew there was no getting out of this. It was the end, no matter what.

"Deep breaths, Nya. You can do this. It's fine. It's all a dream. You're fine. It'll all be oka-" Nya stopped as he heard a snap. The platform had broken from its place secured on the wall.

Phoenix paced the room, rocking back and forth and nervously biting their nails. They glanced around quickly, senses heightened, cautious of danger, but they stopped as something caught their eye. Their eyes narrowed as the darkness in the opposite room began to swirl, movement becoming visible. Phoenix quickly stepped back.

"AHHH-" they screamed as they heard a sharp break. They looked down and collapsed in relief. "Oh, thank god. It was just a stick."

Phoenix leaned down to pick up the shards of the stick, but as they saw what they were truly holding, they had to suppress a blood-curdling scream. They dropped a bloody bone, just the beginning of their worst fear, from their hands and stood straight up as terror shot through their body. They had no idea the fear that was about to run through their mind as they heard the sounds of rusty metal chains dragging across the floor.

Phoenix froze. They could tell something wasn't right. They knew that something was off. And then they saw it. The scent of rotting flesh carried through the air, festering and morbid, bringing despair wherever it went. And with it, came a creature. A dark figure, clad in layers upon layers of blacks, face hidden by a dark hood.

"No..." Phoenix breathed. For a moment they stood, frozen in place, staring at the cloaked figure. The creature reached out a bony hand, a sharp blade appearing, and Phoenix snapped back to reality. They turned and ran, sprinting as fast as they could. They didn't know where they were going, and they didn't care. As long as they got away. But their mortal body was no match for the darkness. The figure glided forward, long black cloak streaming out from behind them. A hand of bones once again emerged from the sea of darkness, twisting, and Phoenix stopped in their tracks, unable to move. They tried to scream, but all that could escape their mouth was a whisper.

The figure stepped close, just close enough for Phoenix to catch a glimpse of what was under the hood.

"How-" their breath caught in their throat. Before they could finish, the figure swiftly brought the blade across the air, slashing through their neck. Blood streamed down, coating their body. Phoenix's head fell, tumbling across the floor, and they collapsed, now a lifeless corpse on the ground.

Thinkthinkthinkthinkthink.

Nya's mind raced. He was falling, and he was falling fast. He had to get out of this. Or else he would die. He jabbed his hands into his pockets, scrambling to catch hold of something.

Finally, finally, his hand clasped around an object, unknown, and he ripped his hands from his jacket, plunging his fist into the wall.

Nya's legs swung, limp and tired, as he stopped falling.

"Wha-" scared, frozen, and confused, he looked up at the wall. Nya was held up by a knife, the blade shiny and sleek, halfway dug into the wall of rotten wood.

"Oh my god," he whispered, "OH MY GOD." He willed himself not too look down at the drop below, instead, clenching his eyes and forcefully swinging to the side, and to his surprise, he went crashing straight through the wall.

Nya lye on the ground, vision clouded, hair matted, limbs bloodied, skirt shredded. Tears began to fall from his eyes as he looked around, viewing the darkness surrounding him. Nya squinted as something caught his eye. It was hard to make out, so he slowly stood up and began to limp over to the object. As he got closer, he understood.

"Phoenix, no..." he gasped. Nya fell to his knees next to his friend's body and sobbed. His cries echoed throughout the room, alerting the dangers.

He thought his pain was never ending, but what he didn't realize was that he was about to reconnect with his friend in a few mere seconds.

The blade was once more slashed across a body, and just as before, a body fell, a limp corpse, to the ground.

A black hood was pulled back by a bony hand, revealing a skull, cold, dull, and empty. The eyes were hollow and dark, not a shred of a soul inside. And as the skull twisted downward, to look at the bodies at its feet, it smiled. A gruesome, evil smile. A smile not possible to be done by any living creature.

The skull looked up, wiped the blood off of the spear, and stalked off, preparing to slaughter its next victim.