Bloodred Bhakoru
HocusPocusIt was cold down in the prison where he found himself currently making his way through. It was as if the old stone walls leeched the warmth from his very skin, chilling him to the bone. It was a labyrinth here, and he wished he'd left himself a few maps as well as those cryptic notes… A dampness seemed to cover the walls despite the fact that no water should be near this level of the castle. He ran his hand across the blocks of stone to aide in guiding him, fingertips trembling. The light the lantern cast into the darkness was also shaking slightly. He came to a fork in the hallway, and he found himself looking back and forth frantically. Had he last gone left or right? The lantern was a sphere of light, an orb of existence in an otherwise black abyss. He had begun to wonder if perhaps this prison had a way out!
Daniel heart the echo of a plea, a voice crying desperately for help. He felt a sick twist within his gut, an uneasy guilt. He had started to remember some of the things 'they' did to people. Guilty people, bad people, innocents. The torture, the screams, the blood… He fell back a step, and then another, one hand rising to press against his forehead as it began to throb with pain. "No…" He whispered, throat dry. He didn't want to be responsible for the things he was remembering!
There was a scuffling frown down the hall, and Daniel strained his eyes to see past the yellow-orange light of the lamp. It was no use, the shadow might have well of been made of ink. Daniel felt his blood run cold, and his heart leapt into his throat. Was it one of those monsters? He turned quickly, heading back down the hallway and into an empty cell. The hinges creaked agonizingly loud as he closed it behind him, dimming the lamp until it turned off. Placing his hand onto the stone wall, he guided himself into the corner of the small room. The only sound now was that of his own heavy breath. Even with his mouth covered, it came through his nose in gusts. His teeth clenched, grinding slowly in his panic as the sensation of bugs crawling across his skin flooded his senses. When he moved his hand to brush them off, he knocked over a small wooden stool that had been in the cell.
There came a crash at the door of the cell, and Daniel cried out in shock. Another crash and the wood began to splinter. Daniel's back pressed into the corner as hard as it could, and he covered his mouth and nose again. If he was quiet, it would go away! He prayed for it to be true, for the grace to continue his quest towards redemption.
CRASH!
The door buckled and shattered into several large chunks of wood, smaller ones reaching the corner that the frightened Englishman hid in. Eyes closed tightly, he heard the sound of the monster's labored, wheezing breath.
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