First things first-

I want every reader here to remember these 3 words

"Expect The Unexpected"

Next- I love my readers. I love interacting with them, I maybe a little little late to reply but I will reply your every comment, so if you are a FTR(First Time Reader) comment your name, country, current time, the exact place you are right now.

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Funny Bong

Funnystan

22:41/ 10:41 pm

Bed.

Let's see if you can find someone unexpectedly close.

Noe Let's get to the story

SOMEWHERE IN SOUTH ASIA

Inside a blind cave up on the snowy mountains, a young man in his early 20's struggles through a tunnel when his flashlight gives up. He curses at it as he stumbles upon a stone and crashes onto the hard cold ground, face first.

Tired, starving, bruised he lays there as the walls play a cold shrill song, by the wind rolling in from outside.

Suddenly he hears the voice.

The voice that has been making him mad for these past few weeks.

The voice that dragged him miles away from his shit hole apartment in New Orleans to this freezing hell.

The voice which he never understood,

Words which were unclear to him.

But now, suddenly, it's all clear.

He knows what it means.

The voice or the voices to be precise is calling him, he needs to find it, find it at whatever may be the cost.

"Follow Me. Find Me"

"Find Me. Follow Me"

He looks up to see a gleam blue light coming out through a crack in the wall from his left.

A crack wide enough that he can slip in to the other side without any of his belongings.

He gets rid of his mountain climbing equipment, his heavy warm clothing and slides his right leg through the gap, then pushes his body into it.

He waits for a moment to take a breath when his whole body is between the walls.

Then using his upper body strength he keeps pushing himself until his head is out of the gap, then brings his arms out and pushes his way out of the closed closet.

Once freed, he finds himself inside a very tiny cuboid chamber which isn't exactly well lit but it's walls radiated a bluish glow, like the sea which glows in the night.

There were inscriptions all over the wall which he didn't understand.

Although there was one thing on the front wall that made it look different from the other three. All the walls had inscriptions engraved on them. But this one.....this one was a painting or a diagram and it had a peculiar bloody red texture like it was..it was real blood and...and...still wet. It's a bloody ring, inside there's 'Y' shaped Mark at the bottom and on the top there's two big, inverted comma shaped Mark. Which makes the diagram looks like an angry face of an unworldly creature.

Suddenly from dead silence the chamber becomes really, really Noisy!!

There were several voices, voices of people, voices he had never heard, he felt the voices shrieking, whispering, breathing, crying, weeping, begging all one after another, enough to make one go mad.

He cups his ears to block the voices, but in vain.

He looks down to see two Identical blue Cutlass styled swords, each placed exactly at the opposite side of the room, stabbing the floor, and at a grabbing distance of his hands. Some sort of blue aura was illuminating the swords and it's surroundings.

He doesn't know why but he grabs the swords by there grip and suddenly, for a mere second all the voices are gone and an uncomfortable, thick weary silence blends into the chamber.

But only for a mere second.

Cause in the next moment he hears a blast of all the voices, at the same time, filled in his head.

He feels a rush of emotions. He feels a surge of heat through his whole body. He closes his eyes and lets the moment take him over.

He feels helplessness.

He feels anger.

He feels hatred.

He feels envy.

He feels fear.

And lastly he feels it all going away.

Then he feels his hands burning. The sting travels through his hands, to his arms, to his shoulder, and then to his back, then through his vertebral column. He feels that he is going to die in this pain.

But he survived, buy for how long?

And then, it is all gone.

He feels a void inside of him.

The voices are gone for good.

He thinks its all over.

He opens his eyes to find himself kneeling on one knee on the hard cold floor, still holding the swords, gasping for air.

But then, he feels something staring at him.

He looks up, only to see someone or something in a dark cloak mid-air LEAPING onto him like a hungry beast. He gasps in shock, his eyes meet a set of burning blue eyes as the last thing he's ever gonna see.