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Chosen
Dark liquid sprung in from the cracks and rushed under the bottom. A bolt popped loose, which hit the wall with a ping! The doors pressed forward more, bending unnaturally. I turned and ran with every ounce of strength I had. Bang! The doors slammed into the walls as they flung open. The liquid rushed in and filled the hallway. It lapped at my feet, spraying the back of my legs. I gasped for air, unable to stop.
I darted to the right, down another hall, just as it would have swallowed me. I stopped, the liquid pooling in around my ankles. At the end of the hallway, illuminated in red, was someone sitting in a chair. A cold chill clawed its way up my spine. I knew who it was. The familiar dark hair dangling about the hung head was a dead giveaway. I glanced around to find the liquid still rushing by. I couldn’t turn back. Maybe there was another passageway between us. I sloshed forward, watching her. She sat motionless. As I drew closer, I saw she was bound to the chair at the ankles and wrists. The chair began to rock as she started vibrating faster than humanly possible. It became a blur and hard to follow. I steeled my nerves and kept moving. There had to be a way out of this. Paint chips fluttered down, landing on my face and gown. I batted them away. She screamed so loud it stopped me in my tracks. Her head came up, still bellowing, and looked at me. Her skin began to melt, peeling away. Chunks of charred flesh fell to her lap, exposing pink tissue. Patches of hair dropped around her and floated away in the liquid. One by one her teeth broke, leaving a jagged snarl in its wake. The skin along her arms and legs was now a grotesque mosaic of blacks and browns. An invisible force ripped her from the chair, the bounds tearing deep into what was left of her skin and exposing the bone. She was hoisted about four feet into the air and suspended there as if whatever was holding her wanted me to see. I ached to run away. Not to see this. She didn’t deserve that. I didn’t deserve that. Hell, no one did. She opened her mouth and licked her cracked lips with a bloated tongue. Come to the dark.
We promise to play.
Come to the dark.
It’s where you’ll stay.
She chanted the words, but it sounded as if more than one person spoke through her. Out of the liquid, things formed around me, creatures with sharp teeth, wings sprouting from their backs, and slit pupils, which focused on me. Tears threatened as fear sank into every morsel of my existence. I twisted. I turned but was surrounded with nowhere to run. The creatures took a cautious step forward with their heads hanging low to the ground. Their backs arched as the wings hung close to their bodies. They were preparing to attack. This was my worst fear realized, to know I was about to die, and there was nothing I could do about it was something I couldn’t bring my mind to fully comprehend. They stopped, dipping low. I dropped to the ground, clasping my hands over my head. My chin dipped so low between the fold of my body my neck began to ache. I didn’t care. I welcomed the distraction. In a matter of seconds, I would be ripped apart by whatever these things were.
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