Falling, was I falling? Still after all this time. Nothing ever changed, just darkness with out the light.... I hit the ground. How far had I fallen? I checked to make sure everything worked, it did. The room I had fallen into was a brightly lit pure white room but small all the same. Something caught my eye. Something from the room above was falling at me. I rolled out of the way just in time. BAM! It hit the ground and the whole room vibrated. It was the concrete slab. That was close, I thought. I began to look for a way out of this boring room.
I felt along the walls, nothing. Nothing to let me out of this stupid white room! I resisted the urge to scream. I looked down at the floor in defeat. There was something over by the concrete! A hole! But the slab blocked it. But could I move the slab by myself? It had to weight at least 200 pounds, and I was only skin and bone. I never use my muscles, unless the thumb is a muscle. I walked over to the slab and grabbed it. Pulling up, I fell flat on my face. I tried again, this time using my back and legs to help lift. With a loud scraping noise it actually moved! After a few more tries it had moved far enough for me to see what lay underneath it. Stairs, leading farther into the dark. Could I go farther down still?
"Sir!
"Yes?"
"I couldn't retrieve him"
"... You're fired!"
I walked down the dimly lit stairs. All I could hear was my own foot steps. The light from the torches on the side of the wall wasn't bright enough to even see to the step below it, or maybe my eyes weren't adjusted. As I descended farther a dripping sound began to happen every so often. I pulled my shirt to my nose, knowing that where there was water, there could be mold.
"So you want out of here?" The voice said, "Well here, let me help you." Anna heard a creaking sound, like that of a door long closed trying to open. Then she saw it. A panel on the floor was sliding back. "And where does this lead exactly?" Her words echoed in the room, and only fell silent upon her own ears. When she was sure that the voice was not going to answer, she headed for the panel and the stairs that lay underneath it.
The second she descended far enough to not hit the door, it closed with a resounding bang. She screamed just as the door closed, she was blind for the time being, with no light source her eyes might not be able to adjust. If she was blind she would miss a step and fall. No, she had no time to think like that, she had to move somewhere. "Oopsie-daisey, forgot the lights." Light immediately shot through the hall, so bright that it again left her blind for a moment. When she could see again she looked around. Mold covered the walls and torches lit the hallway. The floor was different, a pale never touched white. She turned around to see behind her. She had left dirt on the stairs! She checked her shoes, not a spot of dirt on them. The torches on the wall were burning fiercely enough to make her sweat. She began to run down the stairs. The farther down the stairs she got, the louder a dripping sound became.
"Sir, we're out of operatives!"
"If you want something done right..."
I reached the end of the stairs. A door stood before me, slightly ajar, riddled with bullet holes. I pushed the door open and walked into a circular room. This new room was only slightly better lit then the staircase. "Holy *poop*" A piped clanged onto the floor, but it didn't distract me from what I was looking at. Bodies. Bodies littered the walls. All over the floor, oozing blood. I walked into the middle of the room out of amazement and fear. What and why? Who could do something like this? Then the smell got to me, years of rotten decaying meat. High school locker rooms were better then this! Something hit me on the head, a think warm substance... blood. What I had taken for water had been blood. I looked up to see what it had come from. Bodies hung suspended form the ceiling, by meat hooks. I almost couldn't stomach it. It was like they had been hung alive. The looks of horror on their faces matched those of my deepest, darkest, nightmares. I backed up to leave and tripped over something. "Ow" I said and went to get up only to find myself now covered completely in blood. I looked to see what had tripped me. A body lay there on the floor, covered in blood and bullets. Curiosity got the best of me. I checked the body and found a wallet. Inside the blood swollen wallet was an ID card with the name Vince on it. Vince was 22. god only knows how old he is now. I found a gun in his black overcoat. A TMP. Probably what had riddled the door with bullets. I got up and turned to leave, only to fall to my knees again and vomit.
Anna reached a door. Another nice, white, unused object she would probably get dirty. A smell came through the door. Smelled like her fridge the last time she left meat in there to long. She resisted the urge to vomit and considered her options, go back up and face a locked door, or go in the room in front of her and face the smell. She pushed the white door open, and walked inside. 5 bullets went past her ear. She rolled to the side of the door. Another barrage of bullets sprayed where she just was. "*poop*" more bullets assaulted her. She looked up to face her attacker... It was a male, about 6 feet 2 inches. Wielding 2 TMPs in her general direction. "This won't end well" she said. He had a crazed look in his eyes. He pulled the trigger on both of them. 4 bullets whizzed out from both of them. She lied down flat on her stomach. She felt some warm substance on her chest. Blood, she was lying in blood! She suppressed the urge to vomit again. He shot more bullets at her, clipping her hair and her thigh. She winced in pain. She couldn't hold out like this much longer. She picked something off of the ground. Someone's leg. She threw it at her attacker and it caught him off balance. She charged him and delivered a sweep kick. Where did I learn to fight like this? She wondered. She grabbed his TMPs and switched them onto full auto. He got up and began to charge her. She jammed down on both triggers, walking towards him at the same time. He fell over. A crazed smile crossed her face. He was down and defenseless. "My turn now!" She pointed both guns at him and assaulted him with the rest of the cartage.
Such a great animation for full auto redux. =)
I stood back up in that circular crypt. Nothing had changed. Vince hadn't moved. Everything would be fine. I hoped. I looked at Vince in all his bloody glory and resisted the urge to vomit. Doing so again would leave me with to little stamina to go on. I tried to swallow but nothing could get past the Mt. Everest in my throat. Dry mouth, big lump, blood soaked room... It couldn't... Well it could get worse. I looked around the dull red room, no other door existed to let me out, and soon this crypt would be mine to share with the rest of the lovely inhabitants. Blood from the ceiling hit me again and I looked up. One of the meat hooks was low enough for me to grab and climb. "Why not?" I said aloud. I jumped and grabbing the hook began to swing. The swinging did wonders for my stomach, if the newest treatment was making you puke the rest of your guts out. I didn't move a muscle until it stopped.
Once the hook had stopped I began my assent. The chain got sticky as I went up. Sticky with fresh drying blood. "Grin and bare it." I said, reassuring myself with the sound of my own voice. I looked down. Nothing new, just a better view of the carnage. The floor, a lovely shade of red. I continued to climb, the smell of decay got worse. The bodies up here were worse, much worse then those down there. Everything looked like it had been torn out and thrust back in. Eyes hung out, livers stomachs. A heart was stuffed inside one's eyehole. "Grin and bare it!" I screamed as loud as I could, my voice echoing off of the wall. It didn't help this time. I looked away. "What's that?" There was something across the room. "A catwalk? Here?" The only way to it was to swing from hook to hook. "Here goes everything." I said, sounding skittish.
Anna dropped to her knees in disbelief. She had killed a man. Horror swelled inside her, like a bubble ready to burst, and the rest of her with it. The gun in her left hand slid to the floor, landing in the shallow with a sort of splash and clang. She clung to the gun in her right hand out of fear of whatever else might be around.
What if more came? Did someone else hear the shots? Where was she? These thoughts swelled around her head in total chaos. Finally one thought emerged. Get out.
She looked around the room. Only the shot up door she came through, and that wasn't a way out. No other doors existed. She sighed and threw her head back in frustration, and then she saw it. A catwalk. More importantly a potential way out. She looked for a way up and found a hook. She decided to climb that.
As she climbed she began to let herself think. Questions she couldn't answer came up. So she thought of the only thing she could. Her boyfriend. Her climb continued. At the top she saw the dead horribly disfigured bodies she would have to climb over to get to her destination. She jumped from the first hook.
"Ahh!" I screamed. I had jumped from the first hook and grabbed the nearest body. I found a leg where the arm should be and part of the torso. I began to climb up the body. Something snapped and I began to fall slowly. The leg! The leg had snapped off! I screamed again, my grip on the torso was beginning to slip. Seconds mattered now. I pulled all my strength together and hoped.
At this point of the story I must offer an intermission and a little tidbit of what happend to me a few minutes ago.
So I decide I'm hungry and walk into the kitchen to eat an oreo, leaving my kingdomhearts 2 soundtrack music to play. So I feel like a REAL gangsta. As I walked into the kitchen I noticed my sister on the computer. She just happend to be reading my story, so I feel slightly accomplished.
Now for your response.
I took this story and gave it to my english teacher and haven't gotten my grade back for it. So, if your not to busy wanna be my english teacher and tell me what I could do better at to make the story better for you all?
Oh, and if you do that. PM it.
I now sat up on the catwalk, breathing heavily. Amazing, I had made it up. I sighed and looked around. All those disgusting bodies hung around me. They stared out at me through gaping eyes. Their arms outstretched, welcoming me back for more torture. I turned away.
Two options were not available to me. The dark beat up door in front of me. Or the pure white one behind me. I walked forward, I was already facing that way wasn't I? Why waste the energy to turn around? I opened the door walked through, falling into the darkness.
All sorts of thoughts ran through my head.
Why didn't I choose the other door?
Why was I here?
What was going to happen next?
All these and more. Thoughts were turning into gibberish. All I knew was fear, fear of the darkness. Every time... every time I fell I panicked, and I wasn't going to get over it this time. Times like these made me miss Anna.
Just the thought of her made my trip down better. Soon I forgot I was falling into the darkness and I felt light and warmth. All that came to an end suddenly as I hit ground. Hard.
I groaned n the ground, everything felt broken, yet I could more everything. This place was starting to have an effect on me. Maybe it was this "simulation" crap people talked about. Maybe I was starting to believe it. I got up and looked around.
I was in a dark beat up looking hallways. Even darker, creepier looking doors lined this never-ending hallway. Which door was I supposed to go through? Heck, did any lead out?!
Would I ever know?
i give this a 10.5 !
My teacher gave me a B+ only cause it was to long for a "short story". But yeah, other then that he kept it because and I qoute...
"I like it."
birmingham wrote:i give this a 10.5 ! My teacher gave me a B+ only cause it was to long for a "short story". But yeah, other then that he kept it because and I qoute..."I like it."
TimeMaker wrote:birmingham wrote:i give this a 10.5 ! My teacher gave me a B+ only cause it was to long for a "short story". But yeah, other then that he kept it because and I qoute..."I like it."so u gave it to your teacher first????ROFLMAO
No, I write this story here as it came to me then he was like... "SHORT STORY UNIT CLASS! WRITE ONE!"
So I stole all teh documents I wrote in word put an ending on it and turend it in. And here, I said "THAT ENDING SUCKED" Probably cause I didn't mean to end it, and I continue to write it.
Anna jumped from body to body. None of the disgusting figures below her gave way to her weight, only swinging from her momentum. When she reached the cat walk she let out a huge sigh of relief.
Two options now presented themselves to her. A white door stood in front of her, and a nasty, old black door behind her. She choose the white one. She opened the door without so much as a squeak, and was bathed in light.
I sat there in darkness. Perfect, twisted darkness.
"Doors and walls, doors and walls, doors and walls." I said rocking back and forth. I couldn't take much more of this horrid darkness. I thought I was stronger then this. I guess not.
Darkness, oh glorious darkness surrounded me! These doors, these hallways... they were mine, all mine! I could go through any door I wanted to see where it led, but no! I couldn't! What if it led out? Out of my hallways! These were mine! All mine! Nothing could change that! Oh yes... all mine...
The light had faded now. Anna found herself in a bizarre room. There were floors and walls in the most random places. Emptiness separated floor from floor.
This was insane! She thought. She turned around to go back and found a brick wall where her door had been. A moan pierced the air, and it didn't sound happy. She had to get out of this place. She looked for another door. There was one on the island across from her, but she would have to jump the gap. Oh how tired she was of jumping. This place was more of a workout then any gym could have been. The moan pierced the air again.
"Time to go." She said to her self and backed up to the edge of the island for a running start. She ran as fast as she could and took her jump. Immediately she saw that she had jumped to soon. She was going to crash into the wall. "Grab it. Grab it. Grab it." She said flying towards it.
BAM
She went smack into the wall, but did manage to grab it. She pulled herself up and decided to rest on a couch in this semi-furnished room. A warm fire blew on her face, a fire coming from the middle of the room. "Oh that's nice." she said. The moan struck again, leaving her speechless. She looked up to see what it was. A red thing was flying at her. She turned to run but found herself paralyzed by its disgusting scream. As it got closer she was that it was a gargoyle. Horns coming out of its ugly, disfigured red face, and a tail that didn't look like it was for decoration, but for piercing like its voice. She reached into the small of her back, remembering the gun. She aimed and pulled the trigger at it. As soon as it saw the gun it severed to the right.
"Ugh, you little bas-"she fired more bullets at it, hitting her mark this time. It went down with a satisfying scream.
She looked at her gun, wondering how many bullets this thing had in it. She had picked up a clip from Vince, but had no idea how many bullets there were. Turning she saw the door she had wanted to go through. She opened it and walked through.
"Whoa..." She walked out into another furnished room. This was growing more insane by the minute. Next she'd see a unicorn. She laughed at her little joke. Although it didn't seem like it wouldn't happen. She looked up to see if there were anymore, and spotted the room she was just in. "This can't be happening..."
She looked back down to find another door. There were none but there was a spiral staircase on her right. She walked to the bottom of it looking for another way. No place to go but up, and up she went.
Darkness, all my darkness. "Hmm, a tour of my kingdom would be nice. I'll walk around... So it shall be written, so it shall be done!" The darkness parted to allow me through. I pranced through it, my kingdom. Turning corners, allowing silent worship.
Tick-tock.
"What has dared to speak in my presence?" Tick- "Stop!" my scream drowning it out. "I will find you and take you down!" I roared, already running through my hallways. "You can't hide in my darkness!" I followed the ticking and tocking, Turning right and left as I needed. "Ha! I found you!"
At a dead end hallway, up on a pedestal sat a clock. "You, you are the noise maker! But you're only a clock! A TimeMaker!" The TimeMaker stared back at me without a word, its black hands shining at me. I looked closer at it and only saw my reflection... "Am I the TimeMaker?"
At the top of the stairs Anna paused. 5 doors presented themselves in front of her, majestic and tall. They all probably led to more islands. If her experiences told her anything, it was that she wouldn't be able to go back. She looked for another option. Past each door she saw what could be the island they led to, and on each island another door. This was hopeless; she walked past the doors and sat down. Looking down in defeat she saw another door, jutting out from the island into the nothingness. She dropped to the door and opened it. The next thing she new, she was in a forest.
I knocked the old king from his throne. "I am the TimeMaker now!" Tickk-tick-tick... silence. He had stopped. These hallways were mind and only mine now; no one else would challenge my rule! I skipped gaily through my darkness.
Yawn... this reads like some 7th grade creative writing, in other words, it's terrible.
This forest was entirely black, only the leaves pulsing light into the world. It looked like a hall of mirrors, everything was the same. No door behind her. The leaves continued to pulse at Anna. She looked around, nothing of interest in the darkness. Trees, bushes, shrubs, none had any appeal, well aside from the leaves.
Sitting now she pondered a means of escape. Reviewing her options Anna found that all she could do was walk blindly through the Blackwood.
A breeze swept through the forest, holding her hair up with it. How she longed for the breeze of home, but this couldn't be it, it was to dark. The leaves began to glow brighter in the breeze, that couldn't be good, not in this forest. She decided to get out of that grove as fast as she could.
She sped through the forest as fast as she could; only running into a few trees. There was nothing that could follow her through that. She looked over the shoulder to check, just in case. "Heh, eas-" she tripped on a shrub, "-*poop*" her voice was drowned out when she went face first into the black ground, and down a hill.
She rolled down the hill, getting faster and faster as she went. She tried screaming but every time she opened her mouth both dirt and rocks flew in, or air. Down, down, down she went, over rocks and through bushes. Finally she reached the bottom of the hill, dizzy and in white hot pain. The pain seared through her like a sword, spiked, and knocked her out.
*
Time. Time is the great being. Giving and taking as slowly or quickly as he pleases. To your parents, he gives you, but the moment that you are brought into this world he slowly takes away the wonder and excitement. As Time lets you strive he begins to kill your friends and family, all the while not telling you. Then, and only then will he give you his greatest and only gift, love. Your lover and you are invincible against time, even after he takes you out of the world. Never-ending, unconditional love. But anything else he might give, he strips away. One gift, one chance at happiness.
Was this who I was?
"Sir, was the clock really necessary?"
"Well it worked didn't it?
TimeMaker, that's who I had been, an operative of Zion too. That bluepill she talked about... did Zion give it to me? Did Zion cast me out? Why? Why would they do that? What did I do wrong?
Hate. Hate of Zion was all that was on my mind now. They had thrown me back into my pod! But soon, very soon, they would all be back in theirs.
The walls around me began to crawl. Crawl towards the sky, turning into green code as they went. This would all end soon; Zion would have a new member tonight.
"Sir, he's waking up."
"Good, let those Zionites know."
"Consider it done."
I couldn't breath, air wouldn't come, but warm fluid would. Down my wind pipe it went, scorching as it went, I needed cool sweet air. I kicked and tried to scream with no effect but more liquid, I did learn that something held me down. I pushed at it and tried to sit up. This thing was impossibility heavy. Why, I was stronger then this, I could already see the outside world, it could only be a thin covering. Finally, with all my strength, I made it pop off.
I sat up as fast as I could, choking down air and coughing up liquid. Sweet, sweet air went down my throat, sweeter then the finest wine. An addicting wine at that, I couldn't get enough. More, I wanted more.
I looked around at my new surroundings and found wires, more like tubes, all over my pod. "What the hell?" They we're plugged into my chest and legs. They looked old and rusty. I pulled out every plug I could find, but something didn't feel right. I reached behind my head, and found another.
"Locke, we got one."
"Go get him!"
I looked around me. "Whoa..." and whoa it was. Large towers sprang from the ground like trees, as far as the eyes could see. Electricity jumped from tower to tower along the pods that jutted out of the sides. These people still slept in security and safety. I'd make sure they stayed that way.
Thunder clapped and Lightening struck from the darkened sky, a good omen for the work soon to be done. Soon a Zion hovercraft would come for me, and then, chaos.
