I wrote this thing in three days, non-stop writing. I can't even remember if I ate, much less slept much. Having Insomnia helps sometimes, but by this chapter I think it was pretty obvious I was getting tired. I've never wrote this long, or this brutal... so I hope it isn't too bad. If you guys want a continuation or an expanse of this story in the BL genre, let me know! I just got done feeding my betas so I'm gonna hit the hay. Hopefully.
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Garrick balanced as many mirrors as possible in his hands. A few more lay against his back, tied with one of the bed sheets. Samuel held a few in his own hands, but they were marginally smaller. He took a deep breath before facing the door. He pulled the dresser back slowly and reached his hand out for the door knob.
"GO!" Samuel shouted before he slammed the door wide open.
The creatures on the other side of the door screeched in glee as they came rushing inwards. Samuel held one of the mirrors up and the woman who crawled on all of her limbs screamed and thrashed violently before getting sucked up into the mirror. The little boy managed to dash off, but not before Samuel jumped in front of him. He too was sucked up into the mirror and the mirror cracked once.
"Load me up!" Samuel snapped before he was given a couple of more mirrors to hold tight in his hands. At the top of the stairs stood a dark figure shrouded in a dark mist like substance.
It's face contorted and suddenly more faces started to crawl out from tiny pockets of flesh on its skin. They screamed and hissed at the pair, chanting their name in earnest. Samuel couldn't move as the faces grew into heads and those heads had arms. Hundreds of tiny arms. Behind the mist man came a line of human bodies all sewn together with bloodied thread. The face was scorpion like with a human face sewn into the jaw. It's eyes popped out with each step the monster took and they slingshot back into the sockets by red thread. The legs on the centipede were long, almost animal-like.
"I'm going to be sick," Garrick whispered as his hands shook.
Something grabbed at the back of Garrick's ankles and dragged him backwards. Samuel whirled around and grabbed the boy's hand only to come face to face with a bug-like creature. It's hard shell was pieced together by skeletons and human organs hung from its monstrous mandabels. It snapped them violently and grabbed on harder to Garrick's leg with a screech.
"The mirror!" Garrick hissed as he tried using his free leg to kick at the creature. Where it held him, blood was starting to bubble up from an open wound.
"Grab my legs!" Samuel snapped before he let go. Garrick let go of the mirrors he'd been holding and latched on. The bug creature was strong and it drug them both, but Samuel was finally able to reflect it into a mirror.
They got up quickly the second it was gone. Garrick picked up all the mirrors he'd let go and limped towards the stairs. He charged up the stairs with a mirror in both hands. It was agony on his muscles but he kept going. Garrick limped up after up with a grunt of his teeth. He dropped the mirrors the second the monsters were trapped and charged down the hall.
At the barrier of the Room, they peered in. The second they got close enough, they were sucked in. Garrick grabbed Samuel's arm this time and dug his heels in. Samuel was pulled towards the tear in fabric and he passed partially between it.
The other side… was horrendous. There was blood everywhere and the sky was no longer the beautiful blue it had once been. The sky was blood red with thousands upon thousands of eyeballs staring down at him. Something pounded against his skull and all he wanted to do was scream. His skin became distorted with tiny hands sticking out through its tender cage. He screamed and dug his nails into it, but the hands didn't let go. Across from him, he saw other people. People before him that had opened the door. They sat on their knees with their hands covering their ears mid-scream. Their flesh had all been stripped clean with their own nails and some, some laughed as they ate their own limbs. They tore chunks off with their rotten and blood stained teeth before screaming and laughing at the same time.
Samuel could feel the itch himself. He was hungry. His mouth watered and all his head could think of was excruciating torcher. The darkness that lay out across the reddening ground seemed to shift as monsters smelled him. They rose up from the ground and tilted their transparent heads at him. Then, they started to change shape and come towards him. Samuel tried to pull himself away from the sight before him, only to find that he couldn't. The ground beneath home was bloodied quick sand and it was sucking him. Something grabbed his ankle and tore him downwards.
"PLEASE!" Samuel sobbed before pulling out one of the last mirrors, a feeble pocket mirror. He held it up shakily and suddenly, sunlight flooded in through it.
The monsters screeched before dissipating. The people that were so engrossed with tearing themselves apart paused for a brief second and looked towards them. The red in their eyes seemed to have started to dissipate. They stood up on whatever limbs they had left. Some walked on the shredded boney stumps that had once been their knees. They raised their hands up with a cry of relief.
The mirror in his hands was starting to crack along the edges and suddenly all the souls that were trapped on the other side started to flood inwards. Samuel held fast, digging his heels down as best as he possibly could. The quicksand was up to his kneecaps already and he only seemed to be sinking at a faster rate.
"COME!" Something screeched as it ducked low beneath the small beam of light the mirror cast. The human souls started to get sucked up into the mirror's confines and the thing started to splinter with each new soul.
He could feel them weeping, thanking him. The mirror was growing warm and heavier in his hands.
Suddenly, he was yanked backwards violently and he fell towards the ground. Gone was the thick quicksand and the hand that had wrapped around his ankle. Replaced by Garrick who stood over him out of breath.
"Let's get this over with!" Garrick snapped before dragging him past the threshold. Sweat had started to form at his brow and Samuel could see just how red his face had become. Garrick had really been the only thing that had stopped him from the rip.
They tossed the mirrors into the room save for the one that Samuel held tight. With a slam of the door, the Room closed and it felt like everything had return to normal. The sick feeling inside Samuel's gut had disappeared.
"We forgot one," Garrick whispered as he pointed at the mirror that Samuel held.
"No… not this one," he stated before he smashed it against the floor. Hundreds of dim lighted souls flew out of the shards and upwards through the ceiling.
"NO!"
"It's ok… they were the other people that got trapped. They're leaving."
"You're selling this house," Garrick finally stated before plopping down against the wall with a huff. "You're selling the shit out of this house. And I'm done drinking, permanently."
But the Room had only been sealed temporarily. Chaos would escape through its feeble, little white door that sat on its rusty hinges again.