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The loathing sound of water dripping into an empty basin woke me from my weak, plagued slumber. My pupils dilated and constricted erratically as my gaze slowly swept the room. My hands gripping the arms of the chair I had dozed off upon, my mind racing with the despicable combination of adrenaline and trepidation, the very inkling of what could have begun to permeate the body of my current bastion was enough to draw a cold sweat from me. My chest heaving as my eyes laid upon the door, it had changed somehow.... insignificantly, normally imperceptible, but in this Hell, everything was too vibrant, too noticeable. Soon, I discovered what had caused the change in my surroundings. What my hope had clung to had dimmed, almost died. Its wholesome incandescent glow had begun to wane, its very life draining by the second and with it my hope.
Sounds came from the door, sounds which cannot be aptly described. The blunt grinding of fingers and nails scratching and gripping idly at the walls began to echo through the room quietly. The sound itself swiftly began to force its way deep into my psyche till my hands had gripped themselves around the sides of my head, clutching my skull tightly, protectively, but in vain as most actions were in this pit. Despair began to drip through my bones, the unbearable feeling of dread began to quickly grip at my stomach, making my body retch weakly. Without another second's hesitation, hate gripped my heart. Its searing talons sinking deep into the very core of my being, igniting every fiber of my body with a rage of disgust which fed off of my vilest emotions and darkest goals.
I lunged forward, slamming my chair into the wall, causing the back to crack in half and splinter the wood through the leather and stuffing. My hands grabbed the hospital like bed and threw it from the door, only to suddenly stop as they reached the handle. The pit of self-loathing that had developed at my situation quickly cooled, the feeling of dread overcoming me without warning. My knees began to tremble, tendons and sinew gripping taught at muscles, flesh and bone as I forced myself to stay standing. Sweat began to bead up over my body, quickly causing me to cool down and shiver, or was it the fear and despair? I couldn't tell, the very moments seem to expand and elongate across the whole of reality. What could have been seconds felt like years, each beat of my heart was like the pounding of a drum.
thum thum
Thwum thum
THWUM thum
I could barely take it anymore, my hand gripped the handle without thought behind it, my body already coiled and taught for the coming moments. Yet, even as such, no matter how hard I tried, despair gripped at my soul, whispering those hated words into my ear once again. I closed my eyes, and only then did i realize that tears had begun to flow down my cheeks, a fear so unwholesome and unshakable had gripped me that to combat it would be to combat every ounce of doubt and hate within the world I felt I would never see.
The Light, which had once held all of my hope and all of my love, now had begun to die and for that I hated it. I hated myself for letting it die, I hated this place for forcing me to watch it die. But most of all, I hated it for taking all of my Hope, and all of my Love, only to betray it.
Crack-zzzssssst
I knew the moment the sound entered the air that I was doomed once again. My sight was now gone once again, and all I could do was to grip the handle, and in a fit of suicidal abandon, throw the door wide. My body propelled me through the mass of beings which lurked around the corners of allies, and whispered vile truths and unspeakable lies into our ears. Their eldritch purpose was known to even the most primordial man, their very presence was more than enough to drive any being off the edge of sanity and into the unending pit of dementia which wavered dauntingly below us all. Their forms gripped at my shoulders and arms, claws tearing through my clothing and biting into my skin, their voices sharp and fearsome. Their eyes, those spheres of such primeval glow and unheeding hate pierced through the darkness, causing me to shut my eyes.
My breath was caught in my chest as a barreled through this shuffling crowd of vileness, chest heaving in protest, attempting to draw in a breath, which I dare not allow for fear of something I still cannot explain. I felt something grab my arm, and in my haste and my fit of nervousness and untainted trepidation, I struck out with arms, hands, elbows, fingers, aiming for whatever and wherever I could.
Knunt!
I could hear the sound of my elbows and fists hitting the grasping beings, but it did nothing to the assailants, whom seemed encouraged by it. Their cries pierced my ears, causing bellows of pain to rip from my throat. I began to thrash in such a way that I could continue to through my weight through the shambling cacophony of horrors which continued to plague me until, with a jolt, I slammed into one of the beings and brought it down with all of my weight to bare. The two of us seemed tangled in a ball of lethality, hands gripping at the opposition, while attempting to shield would-be strikes and blows to our face and head. Acting on a sudden compulsion my knee jerked upwards, slamming into what I knew was the beast's chest, I could feel the impact it made with what I think was its rib cage. The impression it made was enough to cause a massive CRACK to suddenly shatter through the air, followed by a scream of agony from the Fel-Horror.
I didn't wait for the reaction from the roiling mob, and with a badly angled lunge I slammed into a nearby wall, only to use it as a prop to scramble to my feet and run blindly through the corridors. My voice was once again ragged, the lining of my throat so raw I could feel the blood running down the forward edge of my esophagus. The soles of my feet were cracked and aching, but I dared not stop, not here in this corridor of hell in which those forsaken behemoths lived. By the time I felt safe enough to slow my progression, my body was bruised and felt broken, every muscle screamed for reprieve from this infernal treatment, and my flesh seemed flayed and torn comparably to that of a medieval torture.
What felt like an hour had passed before i found an alcove, small enough for me to crawl inside and collapse into a heap, sobbing and clutching myself into a ball. I felt little more than fear, on such a grand scale that the once grand emotion of Love, which every mortal had strove for in their life, had transcended from my seemingly worthless being, leaving me lost, alone, and in the clutches of such a horrific place that not even the hope of death would aleviate it. Deep down, I knew I would not, or could not, die in this place.... Something prevented it.....
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The sound was far more mesmerizing than I had ever imagined, its very presence like a comforting beacon. Of what, I could not guess, but it did what it did. In moments, I was asleep in the Alcove, safe from the monsters and unearthly horrors which strode through these halls in every waking moment.
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