The man who had yelled at his companions soon approached us in a slow taunting manner. His demeanor matched his complexion. Standing at 6'4, shaggy dirty blond hair fell over his piecing brown eyes and an old scar travelled from the bottom of his right ear to about halfway across his cheek. The combination of his crude smile and dark baggy clothing and metal chains reminded one of a gangster.
Realizing the situation the old woman had found herself, she threw the loaf of bread at the blond man without having taken a single bite. The man caught the loaf and started laughing before beginning to slow down and turn away back towards his group; however, before he had completely turned away, he finally caught sight of me holding the original plastic wrapping for the bread and the crumbs around me. Mr. Gangster's demeanor quickly switched to a more pissed off aura.
Mr. Gangster decisively turned towards me and picked up his pace till he was right in front of me and staring down for a few seconds at me like I had just punched him in the face.
'What does this hooligan want? It isn't like I kept the food a secret. It was mine to begin with, and I had even decided to share! Fuck off back to your corner' is what my mind attempted to relay to my body despite the obvious disadvantages.
In reality, this was not the case.
My breathing locked up like it had done before and my body began to shiver uncontrollably. Those eyes were not normal. Those were eyes of a killer.
Suddenly, Mr. Gangster thrust out his arm and grabbed me by my short hair, which basically meant he was grabbing me by my skull. His fingernails dug into my skull as he began lifting me up by my hair as his eyes continued to bore into me. His lips began to expand and move rapidly and saliva covered my face as Mr. Gangster lost his temper and yelled at me uncontrollably. He shook me until I started seeing tiny black and white rocket ships dot my entire vision.
I soon became aware of the various kicks aimed at my abdomen and good leg as my brain started to disperse the white rockets. Blood flew out of my wounds and blood began to fill my mouth and I began choking and coughing. After a few more kicks and more blood covering the floor around me, my body was thrown harshly back against the debris I had been originally resting against.
My vision began to gray out and come back into focus repeatedly until finally my vision started to remain clear. Dizziness came in a massive wave and the full pain of what I had gone through caught up to me. I continued heaving blood from my wounds and mouth and the sharp shooting pain seemed to only increase as the seconds trickled by. My body slowly shifted across the wall until I completely collapsed on my right side where I wallowed in pain.
The complete silence was no more; instead, the silence was now accompanied by flowing sounds and sharp buzzing sounds due to the blood rushing to my head and various parts of my body. If I hadn't been in a sorry state before, I definitely was now. Who knows how many more bones I had broken?
At this point, my eyes began to wander back to Mr. Gangster and his apparent lackies who had just arrived behind him. Mr. Gangster was completely laying out the older lady on the ground by delivering strong kick after kick. Each kick caused the old lady to move slightly on the ground until eventually the old woman had reached near the puddle on the ground at the dark end of the cave.
Every eye in the cave was now on the Gangster and his two lackies surrounding the old lady and absolutely brutalizing her. One eight-year-old child and one woman in her early twenties attempted to approach the group but were soon yelled at by one of Mr. Gangster's underlings. The child soon became frightened and turned and ran; however, the 5'7 brunette woman continued to have a disgusted face and crossed the ground quickly until she reached the group and pushed aside the scrawny brute who had yelled at her.
Mr. Gangster turned around once he heard the woman approach her and he gripped the front of her shirt and brought her close and began to slowly look her up and down. He slowly began to giggle and threw her on the ground despite her fists pounding against his chest and arms and her obvious distress.
After throwing her on the ground, Mr. Gangster motioned over to the underling which hadn't been pushed aside by the woman and the thicker man brought him a long rusty metal pipe. The metal pipe seemed to be split in a diagonal direction at one of the ends and seemed quite sharp. Mr. Gangster gripped the sharp rusty pipe and looked over at the unconscious old woman lying on the ground behind him.
Don't.
Don't you DARE.
What did she do? How did she defy you? Why are you punishing and hurting others when there is an obvious disaster which JUST occurred. We may be the only humans left, and you decide to flaunt your small power because you're bored. Because you're slightly hungry. Because you can.
As if answering my internal monologue, Mr. Gangster began to repeatedly pierce the old lady's chest and stomach with the makeshift blade. Blood soon spilled and ran across the cave and the entire side of the cave, which were becoming restless due to the escalating situation, soon became completely still as their eyes widened at the scene before them.
Time seemed to slow down and my heart soon felt ice cold as I watched the weapon repeatedly descend and splatter red dots across Mr. Gangster and his surroundings. The blade fell. Over. And over. And over.
A wall of glass seemed to shatter inside me after each stab of the blade. As each wall broke, the pit of my stomach seemed to become lower and my emotions seemed to become less and less intact.
Such a caring person never deserved such a fate. If anything, I should have taken the fall. Why couldn't it have been me? It doesn't seem like I will have much of a future with these injuries anyway.
After what felt like an eternity, the blond man stepped back from bleeding corpse and swung the weapon through the air to get rid of some of the blood on it. The woman who had been pushed onto the ground looked up in pure horror as the blond man approached her and took a squatting position.
Mr. Gangster pointed the blade at her neck and began to move his lips. His lips were not directed at her though and instead were directed at the audience behind the woman. Mr. Gangster's eyes shifted through the crowd until ending back on the woman where his crude smile returned.
Mr. Gangster stood back up and placed the sharp end of the pipe under the woman's chin and pointed towards the bright end of the cave. The woman looked towards the bright green light of the wall and looked back to the man holding the weapon and seemed to break down in tears. The woman brought her hands together and opened her mouth to express her desire to do the opposite of what the man wanted.
The man continued to stare at the woman without any change in his facial expression and the blade dug deeper into the skin on her chin till blood began to be drawn. The blood did not stop her and she only continued to sob. After a few more seconds, the thicker underling approached the woman, grabbed her arm, and dragged her across the enclosed oval. The woman twisted and turned and attempted to slip through the grasp of the man; however, the thicker underling seemed like the force hadn't even bothered him.
The two reached the pulsing green light and the thicker man motioned for her to slide between the narrow gap to become even closer to the light. The woman shook her head and attempted to rush past the man but was easily stopped. The thicker man picked her up by her arm and threw her between the narrow meter gap in the wall.
The woman went out of my sight due to the thicker man blocking the entrance, but the man did not move an inch. The audience which had watched the progression of events and stayed out of what had occurred seemed to be avoiding eye contact with anybody and were keeping to themselves. Mr. Gangster seemed to pacing around a bit around the dark pool and eventually decided to kick the body of the older lady closer to the pool of water. Once the corpse reached the edge, the blond man kicked one final time and the body disappeared out of sight.
My emotions seemed to meet a complete detachment once the body had left my view and my eyes returned to the opposite side of the oval. What I saw shocked my eyes.
The thicker man had started to slowly jog back towards the rest of his group and left the narrow gap of the pulsing green light in full view. A hand with green veins coursing through it soon came to vision as the other hand came into view grasping for air and the woman could then be fully seen. She had gone through a transformation in the last few minutes. Bright pulsing neon veins pulsed through her skin and seemed to glow similar to how the light in the ceiling had glowed. The veins began to visibly burst and dark greenish blood seemed to spray out of her body. The once brunette hair had gone completely white and started in fall out in large tufts while her eyes began to bulge out of her skull. The woman's left eye seemed to visibly melt in her eyes socket as the other one became completely dislocated from her skull. Crashing into the wall, the woman completely slumped while the rest of the veins in her body burst.
By this point in time, my hearing had returned to complete silence and my dizziness had subsided. Still, my brain was in a state of confusion even worse than when I was being thrashed around by Mr. Gangster. What happened in that narrow clearing and how did it happen so fast? Is that green stuff poisonous? Is it affecting me even now despite how far I am from it.
I also soon realized how close the corpse I had first seen when I fully woke up here was to the corpse of the once-brunette woman. Dark green stains and a similar state of disfigurement could also be seen on this corpse.
Everyone in the room seemed to all turn around at the same time away from the corpse and towards the end where the gangster had been.
Great, what did he do now?
Resigning myself, I decided to not be surprised by anything anymore; however, I was immediately proven wrong. A tall pale blue figure had risen out of the pond and was staring down at a trembling gangster who had fallen and completely pissed his pants.