Tenglo…geflegra
Lenginoriat…forginogan
Windena..thericattwin
Dotting the great expanse of black were eyes—large, lashless crimson eyes. They dripped blood rhythmically, slowly filling the black space. Suddenly, the eyes began to tear, spewing blood in copious amounts. The bright red fluid slowly began to rotate as it fell, moving toward the center of the great expanse of black.
As it coagulated in the center, it changed shape, suddenly mutating into a crystal-like substance resembling a razor blade. Its edges rapidly caught ablaze, a shimmering crimson flame burning brightly at their tips. The ruby crackled thunderously, shattering into thousands of small shards. The fragments pierced the sphere of black encompassing them and shot deep into whatever lurked beyond the void in which they had been caged.
The great expanse of darkness, unable to fill the numerous holes lining its body, began to collapse. Falling to its center, it began to enlarge, then shrink, and then enlarge once more. Suddenly however, it stopped completely, and an eerie silence began to spread, permeating the space.
Then, with immense force, the swathe of dark blew forth; devouring whatever lurked before it, and from the corpses it had swallowed it spat out all of existence anew.
A faint murmur spread through the great expanse.
"The second revision has begun…" The voice then faded away, and 'silence' possessed dominion of the world once more.
Before it faded fully, however, a piercing gaze landed upon his body.
And Suddenly, his surroundings shattered. Like a broken mirror, the scenes portrayed to him splintered, and he woke from his slumber. The first thing he smelled was iron, the scent was strong and he felt it as it traveled into his lungs. Suddenly, his head began to ache horribly.
Zach clutched his head, groaning painfully. Augh! He cried out in his head. My head! The pain tearing at his temple intensified, it felt as if a drill was being jammed into his temples. He wriggled around like a worm, clenching his fists and screaming as the pain grew worse.
Eventually however, it faded away and he unclenched his fists and opened his eyes; when he did, his vision was clouded by blood. It was splattered all over his eyes and it stung pretty bad, it seemed like some of that blood was his own.
W-where am I? Zach raised his hands and gently wiped his eyes, afraid of touching the wounds on his eyes, clearing his vision up a bit. Zach, having felt something warm and a bit sticky on his hands, looked down at them.
How can I even see? Were there not wounds on his eyes? Smeared on his fingers were blood, warm, red blood. Still in a daze, he barely registered the sight.
Suddenly his pupils dilated, and he shot out of the bed he had been lying on. His eyes darted around the room he was in; it felt like something was pricking the back of his brain. There was something here calling for him, it seemed familiar, though he didn't know what it was. As he looked around something caught his eye, it was light, a deep, and bright crimson light. Light isn't this red… His thoughts began to churn rapidly.
His eyes followed the light back to its source, a wide open window. He peered out of it and saw a large, bustling, town. Small, one and two-story brick buildings lined the town, occasionally a factory would greet his eyes. High above the buildings was a pitch-black sky, the great expanse of black was dotted by thousands of small lights, purple and red in color; in the center of the sky was an enormous red moon.
Zach's eyes constricted further as his gaze fell upon the crimson moon above him. Suddenly a gust of wind struck him; as if to inform him to avert his gaze. Suddenly, from the corner of his eyes, he saw a streak of black flash by the crimson moon, rapidly filling his vision; stretching from one corner of his eye to the other as it did. As it streaks through the air, multiple illusory black feathers shot across the sky; one had even landed right in his hand.
As it did, another gust of wind flew in from the window, sending the black feather away, to the other side of the room. The squall of wind was fast, it seemed to screech as if in despair. The wind faded out and the room was quiet once more, very, very quiet, it was more than unsettling; there was something intrinsically wrong with this situation, very, very, very, wrong.
Lord be with me, I beg Zach felt a knot slowly tighten in his stomach as he quickly began to become aware of his surroundings. Zach stood up and slowly backed away from the bed. Although it was dark, the light flowing in illuminated the room a bit, allowing him limited perception.
The room he was in was a bit small, placed right against the room's right wall was a small two-person bed; the bed was covered in a single, thin layer of cloth. And that's when he noticed the cloth, it was covered in blood from head to toe. His heart began to ram against his ribcage, it beated faster and faster with every passing second.
Just focus on what's around you, got that? He attempted to calm himself down, it worked, but barely.
Lying at the top left corner of the bed was a fairly large desk, similar to the bed's crown, the desk pressed against the frontal wall of the room. On the desk was a gas lamp and a bunch of books. Suddenly, Zach's pupils constricted and his gaze locked onto an item lying on the desk; a small brass revolver stained with blood, by its side were a few similarly gorey bullets, in-fact nearly everything on the desk was covered in blood.
How didn't I notice that before?! The knot in his stomach began to tighten further; and a sense of dread began to creep into his chest.
Zach's eyes darted around the room cautiously before locking in on a large item at the left of the room, it was a mirror, at its left stood a large closet, half-open closet.
The mirror was one of the few items in this room that remained clean of any blood, thus, for a split second he believed that it was normal. However, when he looked at it, nothing could be seen, not even himself, instead, it turned pitch black.
The wind flew back into the room, howling loudly, it seemed to slam into something, as if fighting against it before fading away; that eerie, horrible silence permeated the room once more.
His heart began to thunder; overpowering the sounds permeating the room, not that there were any.
Zach hesitantly eyed the closet, he wanted to check it out but he was more than positive that doing so wouldn't have beneficial effects on his health.
An idea was sparked and his gaze shifted towards the small brass revolver lying harmlessly on the desk as well as the bullets by its side, then back to the closet. Then, a gust of wind swirled around his body, caressing him, as if attempting to sooth his nerves.
A gun can stop nearly anything, can't it? Zach's thoughts swirled as he looked to find some form of courage in himself. I-I'll be fine, if anything comes out I'll just shoot, I'll live, hopefully… Even this was at the assumption that something would come out, and such things didn't always happen, in real life at least, though his world didn't seem so real.
Zach's hands hesitantly reached for the gun; after a second of fumbling around, they found their target. Zach wrapped his fingers around the gun's handle tightly and pulled it back towards him, he then gave it a grip of reassurance and inspected the revolver.
Zach had a bit of gun knowledge as he had his own on him before arriving…wherever he currently was.
He fumbled around with the gun a bit before finding its cylinder latch, a small piece that sat right behind the cylinder and kept it stuck in place when in proper position, and pulled it back, then, using the crane he pulled the cylinder to the left, exposing the bullets within.
A strong acrid smell wafted out of the gun's cylinder. The acrid scent, which was most definitely gunpowder, was sharp and tangy, it had hints of smoke, the ones from a fire or something similar it. It smelled similar to a fried circuit board or other similarly burnt item, the gun had defintely been used before, and deffintely more than once.
The gun was obviously shot before, and had there not been blood all over the bed-sheets? Zack's thoughts began to churn rapidly, and connections were drawn, the gun had been shot before. The smoke also felt fresh, similar to newly burnt charcoal, that meant it had been used recently, very recently, furthermore, there was blood splattered everywhere, it was also obvious that more than one bullet had been shot.
He suddenly came to a horrifying conclusion. Did I commit suicide? So then why am I back? I don't remember doing anything like that?! Zach's thoughts ran wild. If he had shot his brain, it may make sense that there were things he didn't remember, but he had been brought back, had he not? For him to be thinking his brain had to have healed, so how couldn't he remember? The dread in his heart began to grow more and more, there was something very, very wrong going on here.
Nothing was normal. Not. At. All.
He tried to distract himself a bit, after all, he still had to load the gun, or it wouldn't have much use, though with how things were headed he doubted if a bullet could stop what may come out of that closet.
He picked up one of the cartridges that had been lying by the revolver's side. He placed it in his palm; giving it a small grip and making a wish before inserting it into the cylinder and pushing the cylinder back into the gun's frame.
As he pushed the cylinder back into place, a small gust of wind flew into the room, bathing him in cold air. He shivered a bit and hesitantly wrapped his finger around the revolver's trigger before pulling it, along with his trembling fist towards his face, guardian it; forming a boxing-like stance in the process.
Feeling a bit reassured he allowed his eyes to sweep over the room one last time before heading towards the closet. He felt as if the room had become a shade darker, it was as if the crimson moon's light no longer entered it as seamlessly as before.
Like that, he slowly crept toward the closet.
Suddenly however, he had a thought, Why was he heading towards the closet, was it not what he was so afraid of?
If I don't have to open it, then I'll just see my way out of here. Zach's eyes darted across the room, in search of an exit.
Then, the horrid truth dawned upon him.
There was no door.
Suddenly, the closet bursted open, its doors flying right off its hinges; finding themselves imbeded deep into the walls by the window. A violent squall flew out from the closet door, slamming into Zack's figure; knocking him off his feet. Then, the darkness within the room coagulated before him; its form becoming sinister and evil. The figure leaped towards Zach; a malevolent light shining in its eerie red eyes.
And on the figure's head danced a dark, glossy, black feather…
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