That day he found himself locked in a chamber.
There was no sign of human soul in the absurd and odd hell that he was brought to. Silhouettes of past life, no thoughts of happiness, no sign of hope. A place purely made for one to wish for death. Lies do not matter in the world where truth does not exist. Skies sealed with rusty metal, gray as a decayed soul.
Bars keep him away from the hope of escaping. His life drains, leaving him in insanity. Dried skin seems to fall off. Unsure eyes, thinking if to cry.
Was this his fate? What about his dreams? What about the days with family and friends? Their delightful voices, the food that his mother used to make for him every Monday. Do they remember him?
He can imagine that soon after he went missing, his whole family searched for him. His friends were worried… maybe. Do they still remember him? He wishes that if he ever dies without seeing his family ever again, at least they would remember him.
Thoughts cloud his mind.
The young boy walked to his bed in soft foot. He curled up against the wall,
"WHY? WHY?..... why?" The boy teared up silently. The bed got wet as he began to shed more tears.
"Somebody… please somebody. Help me…" He screamed his soul out even though he knew no one would come to save him. He had nobody. He was alone.
"I am starving… Please." The boy sobbed as he began to lose his mind.
"Anybody except that… thing." The boy's eyes widened. Hatred rushed through every inch of skin. His eyes turned red. Thoughts began to overflow his mind. Time passed slowly like an old man running a marathon.
How long he had been in this? 1 week? 1 month? Or a year?
"45662------ 45663--------45664." He counts for the 2nd time this day. He shifted his focus to a passing by fly. He fiercely clapped his hands and smashed the fly between his palms.
"Ah, I got it." He slowly opens his mouth and sticks the smashed fly on the tip of his tongue and chews on it.
Wak.
"Disgusting… oh I lost count." Water drips down the sink and it annoys the boy. As if being alone wasn't enough, fate blessed him much worse than it. More time passed,
"Hah? The noise…" The boy seems to recognize the sound.
"I think it's that thing again." The boy stands up. Skipping each moment, the sound grew stronger and louder.
He jumped onto his bed. After unplugging the dimming light over him, he shattered it into pieces. He prudently took the biggest piece of the broken light and cautiously hid it behind his back.
The sound stopped, as a shadow formed in front of him.
"Hey…" a deformed square-headed monster said to the boy, letting its breath out. The creature is almost human-sized, golden transparent muffler wrapped around its neck, floating just above the ground.
As if narrow neck and square head weren't enough, it grew disfigured horn.
"How are…." The creature hesitated to say more, though it doesn't have human emotions itself but he can sense the mental state of the boy standing quietly in front of him. And the situation doesn't seem convenient for him to stay.
"What?" the Boy asked in almost innocent voice, he is looking for a chance. Carefully reaching his hand to his back he grabbed the glass shard silently.
"Listen don't do anything foolish, I am here to help you" The creature said as it gave the boy an eerie smile.
"Here to help me, you say" the boy gathered some guts in himself and looked straight into the creatures eye.
"If you are really here to help me, then help me escape" the boy shouted furiously.
"I would have done that already, if I knew the ways out to your world" The creature toned down.
"Look I give you what I've found. I have come from a place where people eat much worse than this" The monster slipped his hand through the bars and tried to give him a dead mice.
The boy viciously took the mice and feasted on it. Ripping the limbs and the stomach with his bare teeth. The rotten blood splattered on his mouth but it didn't taste awful.
The creature slowly turned around started to walk away.
The boy dropped the half-eaten mice on the ground as he noticed the creature going away.
"People? You said people. Do a monster like you even know what people means!" the boy shouted as he ran and reached his hands toward the monster. Before the creature could realize he grabbed
the creatures neck and stabbed its head with the glass shard. He is grinning is satisfaction, it brought him joy. He tears the creature throat as blood Began to shower on him. The creature's insides ripped apart and fell on the ground.
The boys cautiously dragged half of the monster body inside the chamber because he doesn't know what this thing can do. He eagerly searched for keys but there was none. His plan failed pathetically. His only source of food is gone. The misunderstanding and his foolish acts gripped him.
"nothing's gonna work…..nothing gonna work...nothings gonna work…..nothings gonna work ." he spinning his head round and round. slamming his head on the bars of the chamber he starts
"haha…..haahah…hahaha…. Right, I have lost my mind. I have lost it completely". He got of his bed and went to the sink. His rage and fury can't be controlled anymore. He punched the, mirror hanging above the sink. With just only one punch the mirror shattered into pieces.
His hand outrageously bleeding. Blood shot out of his knuckles. As, more blood dripped down on the sink he sees a blade in small space behind where the mirror was placed. After being in this chamber how can he not notice this. If only he knew this earlier, he would run off from here.
He grabbed the blade like a monster and started cutting the bars of the chamber. His breathe become heavier and denser as he cuts the bars swiftly. His eyes widened in home. Is this the first step to meet his family? If he gets out, he is sure his family would take him to dinner at his favorite restaurant then he could finally eat to his hearts content.
After trying with his almost dried boney hands for 30 minutes he freed himself from the pit of hell.
[BIZZARE PATHS]
After breaking out, the boy could not help but notice many hollow and near-empty rooms scattered in different sects of the metallic walls. He was in a lost state of unsurity about which way he should go.
The creature's corpse was starting to decay already.
The boy was amused, or more likely terrified of the deed he had done. He only heard about monsters in stories. And none of them were like this.
He was even questioning how a place like this can even exist in this world.
What an odd fate of his.
Grrr
Suddenly, he heard a soul-throbbing sound, shaking every inch of his consciousness.
What am I even waiting for? I'm better off heading somewhere rather than waiting to be another lunch for a filthy monster.
The boy fleeted away in a blink of an eye, leaving no marks of him being there.
The boy ran about half a yard, then suddenly he stopped as he had thought of a brilliant plan.
How could I not think of this before?
I have to keep myself armed no matter what, or else I can never survive in such a place, let alone escape. But how am I going to escape? Aimlessly roaming around won't help but bring more bad luck to me.
Ahhhhh, what do I do?
The boy's feeling rushes, but he can't scream. He is forced to keep his mouth shut in the fear of death.
The boy turned around and ran to the cell. As he ran, he carefully looked around to see if any kind of monsters were following him. Metal spikes were growing downward from the ceiling. Scattered limbs were here and there. Unrecognizable rotting bodies gave a horrible smell.
the smell was all around the place. Every inch was covered by metal, dark and thick, almost impenetrable. Screeching noises were coming from the walls as if souls were trapped inside them.
Seeing all these shook the boy's heart to its core. He understands what might happen if he is unaware of his safety.
He reached the cell. The creature's body had already turned into dust. Its bones, horns, muffler, flesh, and blood—they were all gone. As if they had evaporated instantly.
The cell was grim dark as the only light source for it was already broken. From an empty hall on the top of the opposite wall, a strange light seemed to seep through, almost heavenly. The light illuminates the cell, letting the boy see clearly.
Not wasting any further time, the boy grabbed the cut bar and the blade, gathered the bedsheets, and then tied the blade on top of the bar with the bedsheets, making a weapon of mass destruction—well, the only thing it could kill is a rabbit. It's really nothing more than a spear. He also took the remaining glass shard; it will come in handy as a projectile.
This would do. Well, it's not much, but even a piece of bread is a big deal in a famine. Wow, what a fancy way to say 'better than nothing'.
The boy was keeping his calm by speaking some nonsense humor into the situation.
The boy glanced at the cell for the last time. His hatred rushed through his veins. With all his frustration, he spat on the bars.
The boy followed the path beneath the crack where light was coming. He is grabbing his weapon tight and strong, ready to face off anything. Ears and eyes wide open. Calm, yet cautious breathing. The more he travels, the more he observes the place. He notices many symbols and signs carved onto the metallic walls.
Some kind of language?
But the monster he killed talked in a language that he understood.
What if they are aliens? And experimenting on us?
Nah man, too much science fiction.
The boy looks around carefully to find other paths.
This hallway is taking ages.
After walking for half an hour, he is already starving. He stumbles upon two split hallways. One hallway was giant in size. It seemed easier to go through that. Without thinking, the boy went for it. As he took a single step, he was greeted with blood-boiling screams, so loud it bled his ears. The screams sounded like someone begging for help.
Ahh, I forgot this place is full of traps. It only wants to kill you.
The boy saved himself from what could be his death. The noises are sounding like people were getting boiled alive, asking for help.
I am gonna die myself, then how am I supposed to help you?
"What an awful place," he said with exasperation. Though the other path was narrow, it was a little bigger than human size. He knew this path was also not a sweet delight, but indirect is danger better than direct danger. The boy steps into the narrow hallway. The hallway grows slimmer as he walked through it, forcing him to turn sideways.
At this point, the walls are only 10 inches away from the boy's chest. He is struggling to breathe as he has become more nervous. He hears rushing sounds marching over him from the left side.
Come on.
The boy is trying to slip through the gaps.
Come on.
The rushing sound grew more intense.
The boy is trying his heart and soul to slip out of the walls. Suddenly, the noise stops.
Silence.
No whispers, no breaths, no rushing.
Just a void of silence.
Oh no, this is not a good sign.
The boy is sweating. He is losing his calm as if his life is draining with the sweat. His back is against the wall.
His heart is beating loud, echoing against the walls. He is forcing himself to move faster in between the gaps. Cutting through the darkness, the breath can be felt. Chilling the boy's soul.
Thub Thub
The boy tried to quickly move himself. Because of applying too much force, the boy got stuck between the walls.
I am stuck,
I am stuck...
It's right here. I need to get out quick.
He is wiggling, trying to unstick himself. He tries to wiggle a little more—
Clank.
From the air,
It emerged